Li Jingtai bluntly told Team Leader Fan, "I think you should first investigate the people within your own ranks!"
"One moment, a captain who murdered his own team member appears and frames me for it; the next, someone else appears, trying to use my blood to pin the blame on me. What have I done to deserve this?"
A hint of panic flashed through He Meishu's eyes. Putting on a brave front, she said sharply, "Don't get smug. Just because we haven't found your weakness yet doesn't mean we don't know what you've done."
As she spoke, she threw a stack of materials they had uncovered onto the coffee table in front of him.
"What happened to all those people in Qilitun who met with inexplicable accidents? You know perfectly well. And you also know perfectly well who this knife belongs to."
"And back then, you also know perfectly well whether you really lost your memory."
If he had truly lost his memory back then, would he still have avenged that mother and daughter?
With such an obvious flaw, did he really think all of them in the police force were idiots who couldn't see through it?
Li Jingtai swept her a cold glance, his eyes filled with disdain and utter contempt.
He still ignored He Meishu and calmly looked at Team Leader Fan. "Team Leader Fan, I'm a law-abiding citizen. You need to have evidence when you make accusations."
"Take this, for example. Someone won the lottery, got so excited that he drank himself to death. How is that my fault? Did I make him win? Did I make him so excited? Did I make him drink that much?"
"And this old lady who suffered a stroke from fright—was I the one who took her cat, brutally dissected it,