"If you hadn't grabbed my hand, and if you hadn't bumped into me, A Zhi wouldn't have died at all!"
An Yixi laughed arrogantly. "Hahaha, accidental killing is still killing. The one who slashed his neck with a knife wasn't just me—it was you too, Min Xingyu."
"How does it feel to kill someone? Pretty good, right?"
"Oh, I forgot. You police officers kill people all the time. I'm sure you already know what it feels like."
"That's right. No wonder you, Min Xingyu, could stay so calm and act as though nothing had happened after killing your own subordinate."
Meanwhile, Su Qiao, who had been listening in, was utterly speechless when she heard this.
This guy is seriously such an idiot!
He was an idiot beyond belief.
Wasn't he practically forcing someone to kill him to silence him?
After mocking him inwardly, Su Qiao, as a good citizen, decisively sent a signal to He Meishu's team and helped report the incident to the police.
About ten minutes later, He Meishu arrived at the underground parking lot with her team.
Under the slightly dim lights of the underground parking lot, half of Min Xingyu's face was hidden in shadow, making his expression difficult to see. But at that moment, he radiated a sinister air, and both his clothes and hair were somewhat disheveled.
"Brother Xingyu, are you all right?"
"Captain!"
He Meishu jumped out of the car and hurried over.
The other officers followed close behind.
When they noticed the blood-covered man lying on the ground, they were all stunned.
"He..."
Min Xingyu pushed He Meishu's hand away and said calmly, "He's the real culprit who killed He Shangyuan."
With that, he took a voice recorder from his pocket. "This is a recording. I just made it."
"He's dead."
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