The sky darkened gradually with misty rain. Ken walked across the street to Chen. He didn't seem to be well.
"Chen, what did the cop ask you?"
"Ken, tell me. Did you kill that person?"
"No, no…" Ken paled even more from fear. "It really wasn't me. Believe me, it really wasn't me. I didn't kill anyone."
"Then where were you three hours ago?"
"I…I…" Ken's lips trembled. He was scared sh*tless. "I was in Deppler's house."
"You were in his house? Doing what?" Now, even Chen Zhao suspected that Ken had killed the guy.
"I…I…" Ken buried his face in his hands. "Chen, I really didn't kill him. You've got to trust me."
"Can you tell me what happened?"
"I…I've been stealing stuff from the wine factory to give to Deppler," Ken said, pained. "Today, he asked me for money. He said that if I don't give him money, he'll tell everyone about this. He has evidence, so I snuck into his house to look for that."
