After being murdered by my whole family, I was reborn

"She is mentally ill." Xiao Xie explained: "After we catch her, we will at most give her a few words of advice, and then we will let her go." It is not illegal for a mentally ill person to kill, let alone beat someone up.

Director Cheng: “…” Damn! He’s actually mentally ill! No wonder he’s so crazy!

Xiao Xie turned his head and looked at Zhang Ran to teach him: "Don't hit others casually in the future. If you are bullied, call the police and we will seek justice for you."

"Oh." Zhang Ran responded perfunctorily.

Seeing Director Cheng remain silent, Xiao Xie assumed he had agreed to the private settlement and quickly walked away. He then asked the hotel staff when the deceased was discovered and interviewed the onlookers, looking for witnesses.

Director Cheng looked in the direction Xiao Xie left. When he heard that someone had died, his heart began to pound. He hurried over and squeezed into the crowd to watch.

I saw a body lying in the middle of the flower bed, and the face was Zeng Wei!

How did he, he, he die?!

Director Cheng caught a glimpse of Zhang Ran who was also watching the fun from the corner of his eye, and suddenly something flashed in his mind.

Director Wang took her to find Zeng Wei, but now Zeng Wei is dead!

She must have killed him!

"Officer! Officer!" Director Cheng desperately pushed through the crowd of onlookers and shouted towards Ji Qing. He was a famous director and recognized that Ji Qing's status was higher than the other police officers.

But before he could get close, Xiao Xie quickly led his men to Ji Qing and said, "Sister Ji, we've found the person who called the police. It's him."

Director Wang was in agony and didn't dare to look at the body. "He was drunk and mistook the window for a door..."

Ji Qing looked at him sharply, "Did you see it with your own eyes?"

Director Wang nodded with red eyes.

"Are there any other witnesses at the scene who can confirm what you said?" Ji Qing asked, observing that his expression was indeed very sad, and it didn't seem like he was pretending.

Director Wang shook his head: "No."

Director Cheng, who had just approached, said:?!

Ji Qing glanced at Director Cheng, then glanced past him at another subordinate. "Go retrieve the hotel's security footage." She continued questioning Director Wang, motioning for Xiao Xie to take notes. "You said he was drunk. Which private room did you drink in? Was there anyone else there besides you?"

Director Wang didn't dare mention Dongfang Yue and Zhang Ran, and only talked about several other directors.

"Who set up this conspiracy? Why did they get together?" Ji Qing asked a series of questions that went straight to the point.

Wang Dao would sometimes answer truthfully, but would skip over sensitive topics or be vague or ambiguous.

Director Cheng, who was standing next to them, heard everything clearly and was a little confused.

Why did Director Wang hide Dongfang Yue? She is the eldest daughter of the Dongfang family. If they get involved with her, they will all be in trouble. But now someone is dead! Why didn't Director Wang tell them?

Even if they didn't dare to offend the Dongfang family, why did they hide it from that psychopath? Could it be that she also had a background?

Ji Qing found Director Cheng strange. She paused questioning Director Wang and asked Director Cheng, "What's going on? Do you know the deceased?"

Before Director Cheng could say anything, Xiao Xie, who was taking notes, spoke up, "Didn't I tell you to go to the hospital for a full-body checkup and have them reimburse your medical expenses?"

Ji Qing subconsciously looked at Xiao Xie: "What's going on?"

Xiao Xie then tried to get Zhang Ran drunk at the dinner table, causing her to relapse, so he beat her up and forced her to drink.

"He wants to sue her and insisted that I arrest her." Xiao Xie was helpless. He did not say that Director Cheng was trying to take advantage of her, after all, there was no evidence. However, the purpose of deliberately getting the girl drunk at the dinner table was self-evident, and the means were too dirty.