One of the hidden marriages of a wealthy family is a paper agreement that misses life

Duan Linkun was immediately annoyed, "What factual basis, where did the factual basis come from?"

The atmosphere in the entire police station suddenly became depressed. Although the police officers were not Duan Linkun's subordinates, they all felt a little guilty in the face of his naturally powerful aura.

Duan Linkun continued, "Now we are the victims. My daughter is missing, and my wife has been slandered as a murderer. As for Luo Weiwei's death, you are not looking for a murderer. Why are you interrogating my wife?"

The policeman blinked, "Mr. Duan, we are definitely not interrogating Mrs. Duan, but just a routine questioning."

Xia Qing didn't like to use power to overwhelm others. Although Duan Linkun hadn't used power to suppress people so far, his identity was there after all. Therefore, although he was wronged by the police, Xia Qing was still trying to smooth things over.

"Mr. Police, I have always cooperated with your inquiries. I have said everything that should be said. The facts are like this. You can't force me to admit things that I haven't done!"

The policeman sighed, motioned to the assistant to bring an evidence bag, and put it in front of Xia Qing, "Mrs. Duan, take a closer look, is it this dagger that killed Luo Weiwei?"

Xia Qing carefully looked through the evidence bag for a long while before replying cautiously, "It's very similar, but I'm not completely sure it's this one. After all, there should be many such daggers in the world, right?"

The police took back the evidence bag, "Then Mrs. Duan, have you seen this kind of dagger before? Or have you touched it?"

Xia Qing didn't understand the police's intention of asking this question, so she thought for a long time before saying, "No."

The police continued to ask, "Is there really no one, Mrs. Duan, you'd better think about it carefully."

No matter how incomprehensible, Xia Qing knew that the police's question must be of great importance, so she looked carefully through the evidence bag for a long time, "It's a bit like the prop dagger used in filming before, but that kind of dagger is specially made and can be retracted. Undead."

"Then have you come into contact with prop daggers recently?"

"Yes." This time, Xia Qing replied without hesitation, "I pointed a dagger at my actor in a scene I filmed before I asked for leave, so I have come into contact with it."

"Is it this kind of dagger?"

"very similar."

The policeman asked, "So is it this one? Can you still recognize it?"

"No." Xia Qing replied honestly, "The daggers all look similar, even if they are prop daggers, I haven't looked carefully."

"Then before and after Luo Weiwei's death, Mrs. Duan, have you touched any daggers?"

Xia Qing shook her head, "No, I didn't bring a dagger to meet Luo Weiwei. I didn't bring anything. Before the dagger flew over to kill Luo Weiwei, I had never seen any dagger, let alone touched it."

The policeman was silent for a while, looking at Duan Linkun, "Mr. Duan, originally, if Mrs. Duan is willing to admit it, we can say that we have surrendered. In this way, there is still room for change in court. After all, Mrs. Duan lost her daughter and was unstable. Wei Wei teased her again, but unfortunately, Mrs. Duan has been refusing to admit it, and there is nothing we can do about it."

Xia Qing was in a hurry, she couldn't care about her image anymore, and shouted, "What do you want me to admit? Do you admit to killing people? I didn't kill people. I have to tell you several times before you can believe it?"

"Then Mrs. Duan has to think carefully about how to explain the fact that the dagger that killed Luo Weiwei has your fingerprints on it!"

The words of the police were resounding, and the scene was suddenly silent.

"My fingerprints?" Xia Qing couldn't believe her ears. She reached out to pick up the evidence bag for a closer look, but the police took the lead.

The police put away the evidence bag, "Mrs. Duan, you have no right to touch the evidence."

Fearing that Xia Qing and Duan Linkun would question them again, the policeman continued: "Mr. Duan, Mrs. Duan, the dagger has undergone strict inspections. Our forensic doctors will not make mistakes in such trivial matters as checking and comparing fingerprints."

Duan Linkun knew that professional forensic doctors would never make mistakes in such trivial matters, and he also knew that they would never deliberately commit wrongful cases, let alone wrong his wife Duan Linkun.

Now that this happened, there was only one explanation, that is, someone wanted to blame Xia Qing. It didn't matter whether it was Luo Weiwei who died or not. The important thing was that through Luo Weiwei's death, Xia Qing became a murderer.

Who is it?
Anyone who does anything is to achieve a certain purpose or gain a certain benefit, so what purpose and benefit can be achieved by turning Xia Qing into a murderer?

Duan Linkun's brain was spinning rapidly.

Kong Xuan suddenly said, "Xia Qing, after Luo Weiwei was shot in the chest by the dagger, didn't you call the police while covering her chest? Did you touch the dagger at that time and leave fingerprints?"

After being reminded by Kong Xuan, Xia Qing immediately remembered, "Yes, yes, Mr. Police, she is right, I may be the dagger that came into contact with at that time."

The policeman was stunned, "Mrs. Duan, do you still remember the action at that time, can you demonstrate it to us?"

"Of course." Xia Qing nodded hastily.

The forensic doctor was present and found a policewoman to act as a model. Xia Qing simulated how she was covering Luo Weiwei's chest while the whole process was being videotaped.

After reading it, the forensic doctor frowned, "Mrs. Duan, according to your restoration of the situation at that time, in my opinion, it is impossible for this level of contact to leave four neat fingerprints on the handle of the dagger."

It was the first time Xia Qing heard that her four fingerprints were left on the dagger, and she couldn't help being a little dumbfounded, "Then... under what circumstances can it be there?"

The forensic doctor answered simply and neatly, "Only by holding the handle of the dagger tightly will you leave four fingerprints."

The policeman nodded slowly, "So, Mrs. Duan, our suspicions are all based on facts."

No need to explain any more, Xia Qing understands that her four fingerprints are left on the dagger, and such fingerprints are left only when she clenches the handle of the dagger tightly. Under what circumstances would she clenched the dagger tightly? Of course it's time to kill.

She felt that her mind was in a mess. Modern technology cannot lie. Since the forensic doctor said so, it must be the case.

However, she couldn't recall whether she had ever touched this dagger.

This was the weapon that killed Luo Weiwei.

After all, daggers are different from other items in life, and Xia Qing is a female star and wealthy young lady who doesn't touch her fingers. She usually doesn't even know how to hold a fruit knife, let alone a dagger.

If she has been in contact with it, she will definitely have an impression, but no matter what she thinks, she only remembers that she has held a prop dagger, not a real dagger that can kill people.

"I've only taken prop daggers. It's impossible for prop daggers to kill a person." Xia Qing murmured.