Blake took off his glasses, put the cap on the pen with one hand, and leaned back in the chair, "I didn't major in forensics."
The policeman on the other side slammed the table, losing his temper and raising his voice, "It may not be your major, but you do have a forensics license. Don't think I don't know that when you were in the Capital, you handled many cases for the General Administration."
As soon as he finished roaring, considering that he still needed help, he softened his voice, "Please help me out, brother. This case is a serial murder case, and the higher-ups are paying special attention to it. But after investigating for so long, we've ended up empty-handed. Plus, the forensic doctors at the bureau are all newbies, and I can't trust them to handle the corpse properly."
"I'll be there in ten minutes."
Blake put his glasses back on, stood up, and grabbed the white gown on the simple clothes rack next to him, "Try not to act so macho and whine anymore, it's too much."
Blake hung up the phone without waiting for the other party to roar, grabbed the car keys, turned off the light, and locked the door.
...
Police station, interrogation room.
Caroline Edwin sat in the chair, holding a cup of hot water and taking a small sip.
The male police officer on the other side stared at her face for a long time and found not even a trace of flaws.
A frown appeared on his face; this wasn't the reaction an ordinary person should have during an interrogation.
The doubt in his mind increased, and he suddenly stood up and slammed his hand on the table, "Do you really have nothing to do with Ola Lucius's death? Once you're in the bureau, not telling the truth could lead to severe consequences. Do you know what that means?!"
Caroline put down the disposable cup as the male police officer roared at her like a lion.
She sprawled back in the chair, gave a languid drawl, and crossed her legs casually and carefree.
"Yeah, I know."
"Intentionally concealing the truth about the deceased could be punishable under criminal law."
Her unpainted face didn't show any mockery.
The serious look on her face made Milo Wallace, the interrogating police officer, feel like he was boiling inside, his blood pressure rising and his breath getting ragged.
"Still obstinate, huh? Hmph, once the testimonies of the other girls come out, you won't be able to escape suspicion!"
The anger got the better of him, and his forehead showed visible veins as he slammed both hands on the table.
The surveillance footage showed Ola going into the small alley with several other students and looking terrified when she came out before the car accident occurred.
Moreover, this girl was one of Caroline's anti-fans, with a dislocated wrist. They had every reason to suspect her direct involvement in Ola's death.
Caroline looked at the flushed face of the police officer, "Officer, you have high blood pressure. It's best not to get too angry."
Milo's anger suddenly extinguished and a flash of surprise crossed his eyes; how did she know he had high blood pressure?
"Stop trying to change the subject!" he slammed the table again, she was deliberately trying to distract him.
There was a sudden "crack" sound as the door to the interrogation room opened, and Stella Hilda walked in, her expression slightly complicated, as she handed the stack of documents in her hand to Milo, "The testimonies of the few young ladies."
Milo took it and looked down at the content with a serious demeanor.
Reading the first account, his brows furrowed.
Second account, his face filled with disbelief.
Third account, his grip on the documents tightened, nearly tearing the paper.
"How… how is this possible?"
Incredibly, all five girls' testimonies cleared Caroline of any involvement.
Each person was interrogated separately, so collusion in their stories was impossible.
Stella Hilda passed him the documents in her other hand, "This is the injury assessment report and the drunk driving report of the driver causing the accident."
Milo picked up the tea on the table, took a sip, and took a deep breath, trying to calm down.
"…"
After reading the injury assessment report, the anger in his heart was completely gone.
Although Ola's arm was dislocated, the fatal injury that caused her death was a heart and lung injury due to the impact, and excessive blood loss.
The driver's blood test results found a high level of alcohol. There was no doubt it was drunk driving.
Milo threw the documents on the table, "Miss Edwin, you may go."
Caroline uncrossed her legs and stood up, glancing at the table nonchalantly as she did.