An Shi told Bo Xi and the others about it. Someone had dumped an accusation this serious on them; there was no way they would just swallow it and pretend nothing had happened.
Those people had come prepared, but that did not mean they had no way to fight back.
Lin Xingye sat quietly in the police car. Even with his hands cuffed, his mind remained remarkably calm as he seriously considered what the other party hoped to achieve.
Killing someone just to frame him-the costs and benefits did not add up, however he looked at it.
The painting's presence was certainly strange, but he had never entered that place. There should not have been any concrete evidence that he had done it.
But they could frame him by, for instance, suggesting he had ordered someone else to commit the murder. In that case, he would not have needed to be there at all.
Second, he had found his way here through William. That was the most troublesome part.
There was nothing wrong with William being a foreigner, but his background was far from ordinary. What channels had he used to find information within the country?
Moreover, William absolutely had the means to hire a killer.
Things were not safe abroad, and William had his own dedicated bodyguards.
If he kept quiet, the chat logs were still there, and lying would only make him more suspicious. But if he told the truth, he would remain just as suspicious, and might even drag international issues into it.
In short, there was no way out.
Even if none of this provided any evidence that could convict him, in the eyes of those police officers and the people in his social circle, he was the murderer.
And he could not even find a