Bring home the national male god of the fast-passing system

Chapter 954 Time-Limited Chasing Husband (26)

"What about the evidence?" The policeman flicked the cigarette ash in his hand. "Three years have passed, and it is difficult to investigate and collect evidence. If you don't have sufficient evidence, for you..."

Before the police finished speaking, Linghu Lan smiled, took out a folder silently, and handed it to the police: "Are these evidences enough?"

police:"……"

Girl, are you waiting for me here on purpose?
It seemed that the preparations were sufficient. The police were not only sympathetic, but interested. He opened the file bag and found a USB flash drive, a few photos, and other paper documents. Flipping through the pages, he nodded secretly. The evidence can be said to be very sufficient.

He raised his eyebrows, "I will report it!"

"Thank you!" Linghu Lan closed her eyes. This was just the first step. She also thought about what she should do if the report was unsuccessful.However, if you don't work hard, you never know where things will go.

After asking about the matter and signing the name, Linghu Lan sat aside and closed her eyes to rest.

The door rang.

A policeman came in and shouted, "Is that Linghulan? Come here!"

Linghu Lan opened her eyes, stood up calmly, and followed.

……

When taking notes.

Tang Xinyou panicked inexplicably. She thought about it many times, but she never thought that Linghulan would report the crime. She secretly regretted that what she said in the cafe just now was so hearty that she was a little outspoken.

However, she really couldn't understand, what could Linghu Lan sue her?Sue her for dying three years ago?cut!That little bitch is still alive and well, thinking that Linghulan is not dead, she has confidence again, anyway, she is not in school now, and there is no common living environment, so what if the matter gets out?She can't shed a single hair.

Thinking of this, she regained her composure, and hurriedly recounted the matter of Linghulan beating her in the cafe. The police frowned and took it down. Just in time, another suspect was also there. He finished the record and asked Tang Xinyou to sign it for confirmation, then went to another room to ask Linghulan for questioning.

Linghu Lan looked at the simple room.

The feeling of familiarity arises spontaneously. She used to judge others, but now when she comes back, it's her turn to be judged. Feng Shui turns around, turns back and forth.

The policeman looked at the pale girl in front of him, and asked, "Tell me about what happened in the cafe, did you beat Tang Xinyou, and how did you do it?"

Linghulan silently handed over a document bag, "This is my medical record. I just reviewed it in the hospital this morning. Two months ago, I just had a heart attack in the hospital. The doctor said that during the recovery period of the operation, Tell me not to exercise vigorously, do you think I can hit her?"

"Then what happened to her injuries?"

"She slipped under her feet, her teeth hit the doorknob, and she fell."

"And where are her two wrist bones? She said you beat them with coins."

"Is there such a god in the world? Coins can hurt people, have you ever seen it? Maybe it was hurt while playing with someone?" Linghulan's lips showed a mocking smile.

The policeman frowned. This is actually a suspicious point. No matter how you look at it, it doesn’t look like it was done by the sick girl in front of you. Most importantly, according to his experience, the wound looks a bit suspicious, it looks like a bondage play. .

"Then why did she say you did it?"

"Maybe because I know I'm going to sue her, I'm going to act first, touch porcelain!"

　Four more.

　　That's all for today's update, good night, my friends!
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