Teng Hai shook his head woodenly. "No. Since no one else saw her and only I did—and Ying Chenyu is dead—I'm the last person who saw Ying Chenyu."
"And at the time, I was at Ying Clan Manor... killing people."
"Although I passed the lie detector test, proving I didn't kill Ying Chenyu."
"If they found out I was the last person to see Noble Lady Ying Chenyu, they wouldn't believe I didn't kill her."
"Even passing the lie detector test would be useless."
"The Emperor would never let off whoever killed Ying Chenyu."
"So I didn't say anything."
Xia Chujian said calmly, "You're right. No matter what, you are indeed the prime suspect in Ying Chenyu's murder."
"Do you have anything else to say? Otherwise, we'll treat you as Ying Chenyu's murderer."
As she spoke, she made a show of raising a small pistol and aiming it at Teng Hai's temple.
Teng Hai's chest heaved violently, as if Xia Chujian's accusation had enraged him.
His expression twisted savagely as he forced out through clenched teeth, "It wasn't me! I said it wasn't me!"
Su Yanxing said to Xia Chujian, "Seven Kill, before my Truth Crystal, someone with Mental Strength lower than mine cannot lie."
"He said he didn't kill her. I believe him."
Xia Chujian's lips twitched. As expected of the High Priest—he not only played at abstraction, but also superstition.
That flimsy little thing is nowhere near as reliable as gold, yet he's so certain it can't go wrong? Xia Chujian did not believe in that supernatural nonsense. She believed only in chains of logic and evidence.
So she asked Teng Hai, "Besides passing a lie detector test and swearing an oath, do you have any other evidence or reason to show that Noble Lady Ying Chenyu wasn't