Min Xingyu took a deep drag on his cigarette and crushed it forcefully in the ashtray. "Apply for an arrest warrant immediately."
*
"What do you mean?"
Su Qiao hadn't expected He Meishu, Min Xingyu, and the others to come knocking again so soon, much less carrying a formal arrest warrant.
He Meishu stared coldly at the man behind Su Qiao, Li Jingtai, and said with utmost seriousness:
"We've found conclusive evidence proving that he was the murderer who killed our team member, A Zhi. We have both eyewitness and physical evidence."
Su Qiao's brows drew together. "Physical evidence?"
Where had physical evidence come from?
If there really was physical evidence, why hadn't they produced it earlier?
Su Qiao felt that something was off.
"That's right. We've detected his fingerprints on the murder weapon used to kill our team member."
"We also found that the Damascus Steel Knife was purchased online by him. This is his purchase record."
He Meishu took out two examination reports bearing photographs one after another.
With such complete evidence, Su Qiao felt even more strongly that something was fishy.
She remembered that the police station records she had checked clearly stated that there had been no murder weapon at the scene.
"Impossible!"
Li Jingtai's gaze darkened slightly. He turned and entered the living room, took his knife from behind the partition, and came back out. "My knife is right here."
He had been wearing leather gloves that day. How could he possibly have left fingerprints?
And it certainly hadn't been dropped into some garbage heap at the time.
This was clearly someone trying to frame him.
Moreover, the person framing him was the real murderer who had killed that police officer.
A sharp glint flashed through Min Xingyu's eyes as his gaze swept over the