Guo Zikun forced himself to stay calm, but his legs trembled involuntarily. After listening to the officer finish reading, he licked his dry lips and asked with a puzzled expression, "Officer, could you tell me what this means? Who's Wen Hua? What death sentence? I have no idea what you're talking about."
Li Linsen gave a cold smile and waved a hand. The criminal investigators beside him immediately rose and placed several photographs and a file in front of Guo Zikun.
Looking at the familiar face in the photographs, then at the criminal file detailing his crimes and physical characteristics from back then, Guo Zikun felt his heart sink into a bottomless abyss.
"Does this face look familiar?" Li Linsen stared at the scoundrel, whose hands were stained with an innocent girl's blood, yet who had escaped execution through his parents' influence. An icy glint flashed in his eyes.
"N-no. Never seen him." Guo Zikun gritted his teeth and held out.
"Oh, so you're even disowning your own face now!" Li Linsen said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Officer, you must have made a mistake. My name is Guo Zikun. I have nothing whatsoever to do with this Wen Hua!" Guo Zikun kept shaking his head, determined to deny everything to the bitter end.
"Now that you're here, do you really think denying it will help? A face can be altered, but DNA doesn't lie! We don't even need to go to that much trouble. Comparing fingerprints alone will establish your real identity! Let me make this clear, Wen Hua: this time, there is no way you're getting away!"
Li Linsen's icy voice battered Guo Zikun's-no, Wen Hua's-crumbling psychological defenses like one heavy iron hammer after another, each blow another eighty.
Defiance, despair, disbelief... one expression after another flashed across