The interrogation room reeked of hostility.
On one side sat the grim-faced interrogation dream team.
On the other sat their perfectly composed subject.
A glance at their expressions was enough to tell who had the upper hand.
"Director Zhou, I know you're eloquent, but some problems can't be solved with eloquence alone." Ma Jun, secretary of the Yangcheng City Discipline Inspection Commission, finally spoke.
"Ding Gang and Zou Qunbiao retracted their confessions. That's a fact. The Qingyuan City Public Security Bureau reexamined the phone involved in the case and found only Tian Baishun's fingerprints, not Xie Bingyi's. That's also a fact. Everyone at the Tianxiang Company knew Tian Baishun had long resented Xie Bingyi over the division of power within the company. Given all that, can you rule out the possibility that Tian Baishun hired someone to commit murder, intending to frame Xie Bingyi?"
After listening to Ma Jun's speech, Zhou Yi felt he had heard precisely nothing.
He regarded the man with a faint, ambiguous smile and countered in an icy voice, "Why not say Tian Baishun held a grudge because Xie Bingyi raped and murdered his daughter, Feng Xiaonuan, and therefore wanted to frame him? Look, my motive is clearly far more convincing and reasonable than your 'division of power within the company'!"
"Stop making baseless accusations!" Liu Jianbo immediately snapped. "Do you have any evidence?"
Zhou Yi turned his gaze toward Liu Jianbo and asked unhurriedly, "Do you think that because Tian Baishun was murdered and can no longer testify, you can pin whatever filth you like on a dead man?"
Before anyone could answer, an inscrutable smile suddenly appeared on Director Zhou's face. He continued, "You may not know this, but sometimes, even the dead can speak!"
An eerie silence suddenly descended on the interrogation room.