Chapter 1212: Interrogation (2)

"Time, evidence, all prove that you are a murderer." The policewoman looked at Huang Ling fiercely: "Huang Ling, why are you killing Mo Jingkai?"
When Huang Ling heard it, her emotions collapsed and suddenly she cried: "I didn't kill! I didn't! In the end, how do you believe me, I didn't kill! Why should I kill him? I have no complaints with him, why am I? Want to kill him?!"
"Please calm down!" The policewoman looked at Huang Ling sternly: "You are crazy, you can't escape the crime of killing you!"
"I didn't pretend to be crazy!" Huang Ling collapsed and cried: "I didn't kill, you can hate me, but I can't say that I kill..."
Suddenly, she thought of something, tearfully staring at the two policemen in front: "Are you not a squad? You are not a very serious crime? Are you not robbing people? I didn't kill, you What do you do to catch me here? Hey... what exactly is it to prove that I didn’t kill anyone... Mobson! You let Mobson come to see me!

After Huang Lingang finished Mobosen, the door of the interrogation room was suddenly opened.
Mobson in a casual outfit came coldly.
Seeing him, Huang Ling is like a dream. The whole person stunned and then got up in surprise: "Mu brother!"
However, when she was also touched by Mobsen's cold eyes, with a painful look, her heart was cold, and the strength of her gathering was instantly taken away.
She sat back softly, looked up, looked pitiful and distressed, and burst into tears. She cried and said, "I didn't kill... I didn't kill... Mobson, I didn't kill you..." Oh..."
Two policemen saw Mobson coming in, looked up and looked at Mobson.
It is reasonable to say that the relatives or friends of the murderer cannot enter the interrogation room.
But aside from Morrison's identity as a boyfriend of Huang Ling, he is still a senior soldier.
He has the right to interrogate Huang Ling.
"I want to ask her a few words." Mobson glanced at the two policemen and whispered.
His voice, with fatigue, with hoarseness.
The pain of the loss of his father, his shoulders are depressed, and the whole body exudes a deep pain.
Seeing him like this, Huang Ling’s hatred for him disappeared instantly, and now he only has a distress.
He loves him very much...
The two police officers heard it, moved it, and gave Mobson a position. Mobson pulled the chair on one side and sat down opposite Huang Ling.
His eyes, in addition to cold, like frost, and pain, people are worried, Huang Ling can not see other emotions.
Does he hate her or want to kill her?
Mobson looked at Huang Ling. When he spoke, his voice was so cold that Huang Ling’s back was stiff:
When you see Mo Jingkai, what are you doing?

Just a moment of emotional collapse and burst into tears.
Now seeing Mobson, Huang Ling does not cry loudly, but the tears are like a dyke, and she can’t control it until she flows.
She choked and said: "At school, nothing has been done..."
Mobson was a bit colder, and his tone was forced to ask: "Is it? The guard Chen Shu said that you are depressed. I saw you crying outside the school for a long time. After receiving a call, I left."
"Yes... but I just cried, I didn't do anything..."
"You lie, the uncle of the guard said that you are burning, what are you burning?"
"Burn..." Huang Ling wants to stop, she lifts her eyes, tearful eyes, looks at Mobson sadly, her voice trembles, sobbing. "You really don't know...? Mobson, I burn. What do you really don't know...?"