Zhao Min sobbed and shook her head. "I was tied to the sofa the whole time. They kept the door closed, so I couldn't hear the sounds outside."
Song Fan, still not giving up, asked, "When we came in, the door to your room was open. Who opened it?"
Zhao Min thought for a while and then said, "I think it was the killer who opened it, but I'm not sure. I heard someone knock on the door, then someone went to open it, and after that, there was no more noise. Later, someone opened my room door, but they didn't come in and just left."
"By the way, it seemed to be a woman. Her scent was different from Fang Si's." Zhao Min remembered something else but then looked disappointed again. "But men can also wear perfume, right? I'm not really sure. The smell was quite fragrant, but I don't know what flower it was."
Song Fan sighed. Zhao Min had already done well to remember these details under such extreme fear.
