"Are you Wen Congyuan's mother?"
The male police officer's sharp gaze swept over her before shifting to the living room behind her.
"Yes." Cold sweat broke out on the old woman's forehead, and her face grew somewhat pale.
The male officer's piercing gaze suddenly returned to her. "What are you so nervous about?"
"I'm... I'm not nervous."
The old woman stammered so badly that it was obvious something was wrong.
The several police officers exchanged glances, then pushed her aside and walked straight into the house.
Wen Congyuan heard the noise from his room and came out in his pajamas.
The old woman looked at him nervously. "Xiao Yuan..."
Wen Congyuan gave her a reassuring look, then turned to the police. "May I ask what this is about?"
Captain Zhang produced the relevant credentials, his expression stern. "Someone reported that you murdered your wife, Su Qiao. Please come with us to assist with the investigation."
"What?"
Murder?
The old woman cried out in shock.
Wen Congyuan calmly pointed toward Su Qiao's room. "Officer, you've got it wrong. My wife is sleeping peacefully in her room. This must be someone's prank."
"Whether it's real or a prank, since someone reported it, we have to open a case and investigate."
He believed that no one would be so bored or so bold as to make a false report about a murder.
Besides, after their technical department conducted a preliminary examination of the photos sent by the other party, they determined that they had not been fabricated.
After Captain Zhang finished speaking, he waved for one of his subordinates to check Su Qiao's room.
A moment later.
"Captain, there's no one inside. The room is somewhat disordered, as if someone deliberately tidied it up beforehand."
Captain Zhang looked coldly at Wen Congyuan. "How