Pain flashed across Hu Jin's face. He looked at the female police officer who was sitting opposite him and accusing him righteously. The pain gradually turned into malevolence. "He's dead. The child is dead!"
Shen Yin clenched her fists tightly, and her voice was trembling. "It's impossible for you and Wang Gang to have mutilated the corpse to that degree. I've checked, and all the internal organs were completely removed. The cuts are neat, so it must have been done by a professional! Who's the other accomplice?!"
Hu Jin's eyes suddenly bulged, and his body trembled uncontrollably.
Meng Heng knocked on the door of the interrogation room and asked Shen Yin to leave with him.
"What's wrong?" Shen Yin asked, suppressing her irritation.
Meng Heng took out a small transparent packet filled with powdered drugs. "This was found under Hu Jin's sofa."
Exhausted, Shen Yin held her forehead and walked to the surveillance room with Meng Heng.
