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“Listen, buddy, how much longer do you plan to drag this out?” Park Chi's voice was filled with exasperation. “If you’re going to confess, you need to understand the rules of confession. While we’ll definitely provide meals here, you can’t expect us to be lenient if you’re not honest.”
In stark contrast to Gu Cheng's masculine aura, Lu Kai had fair skin and a delicate appearance. His slightly yellow hair and a light gray striped CK T-shirt, combined with his rebellious demeanor, made him resemble the Japanese star Domoto Tsuyoshi.
After hearing the earnest advice, Domoto Tsuyoshi glanced at the officer with a vacant expression before his gaze drifted away again.
This was driving Park Chi insane. The female recorder beside him finally made a move: “Where did you put Miss Jiang’s wedding ring?” she asked casually. “In your statement, you said that on the evening of August 17th at 7 PM, you killed Jiang Yufei with cyanide-laced red wine under the agreed bridge and placed her body in a prepared iron box. Since there was no struggle during the process, the missing wedding ring from her left hand must be in Mr. Lu’s possession.”
The abrupt question finally snapped Lu Kai out of his daze, turning his surprise into focus. “The ring... I didn’t notice if she was wearing it that day. It might have fallen into the grass while moving the body... Why are you asking this?”
The female recorder remained noncommittal: “Just a casual inquiry. Now, let me ask you, Mr. Lu, why did you choose that bridge to meet the deceased? It’s quite remote, and she didn’t bring any communication tools but still managed to find it. That’s not easy. Could it be that this was a place you had visited before?”
“Yeah, that was Jiang Yufei’s private paradise. She loved marshes and wild cattails; whenever she felt down or wanted to escape from everyone, she would go there. During our college days, we often brought books and food and would sit under that bridge for an entire day. It holds my fondest memories, which is why I decided to end our story there.”
“I see. But why did you kill her?” Park Chi seized the opportunity.
“Why should I tell you?” Lu Kai retorted bluntly.
“Because you need to prove that you indeed killed her on the day of the incident,” Yan Xiaoque said calmly. “And Mr. Lu Kai, right now you haven’t earned our trust in this matter.”
“I must tell you something you should have realized by now. For instance, as an incompetent murderer, you’ve made continuous errors in your account of the murder process and the time of death. Jiang Yufei was wearing a silk white dress that day, and if you truly poisoned her, how could her ring have been lost in the grass while her body showed no signs of mud? The silk didn’t have a single thread out of place or any snags—does that make sense? Moreover, an autopsy revealed that the actual time of death was not at 7 PM as you stated but rather between 8 PM and 9 PM that night. Even though you had a motive for murder and expressed willingness to confess, your fingerprints were found on both the iron box and the key bottle of poisoned wine—evidence that is quite damning. But I still want to ask: if you remembered the time so clearly, how could your memory be off by two hours? Considering these discrepancies, the only conclusion we can draw is that your testimony is a lie. So tell us—why are you deceiving us? What are you hiding?”
Cold sweat trickled down Lu Kai's forehead as he clenched his fists. “Jiang Yufei was indeed harmed by me. Fine, I’ll tell you everything.”
"Please tell me more," the recorder said as he began to write.
The version of events provided by Lu Kai was astonishing. He claimed that he had arranged to meet Jiang Yufei at the bridge tunnel at 6 PM to settle things once and for all. She arrived before him, while he showed up right on time with his props. He had meticulously planned this "tragic love scene" for a long time, preparing all the necessary items: two white roses, a blue iron box specially purchased from a freight company to fulfill the "to die together" requirement, and a small bottle of red wine laced with cyanide that he had prepared in advance. Then, Lu Kai took a gamble and grasped the delicate hand of Jiang Yufei, now a married woman, reminiscing about their past, hoping she would return to him.
"And she once again plunged you into despair?" Yan Xiaoque asked coldly.
Since the word "love" appeared in this world, endless troubles have followed. When will the lovesick men and women trapped in it understand that they do not need to become an angel for someone who no longer needs them?
"Jiang Yufei said she loved him. She claimed to be very happy and asked me to let go. Ha! She even urged me to try starting a new life without her. She wanted her husband, Gu Cheng, to love her without any worries about the past, and for her family not to be gossiped about." Lu Kai's face seemed to smile but was contorted in sorrow. "So what am I? What is our love? We promised each other eternal devotion, yet here I am still holding on. Why does she say it's easy to let go?"
"So in a fit of rage, you killed her?" Yan Xiaoque's eyes darted around. "Wait a minute, if it was 'forced mutual suicide,' then how are you still alive? Why didn't you accompany her?" This bold statement immediately drew a sharp glare from her partner, causing her to lower her hat's brim and stick out her tongue.
"No! How could I kill her?" Lu Kai exclaimed, agitated, pounding his fists on the table.
Come on... you confessed it yourself. The two officers exchanged a glance that screamed "breakdown."
"Alright, you didn't kill her. Now please calm down and tell me how she died," Park Chi said as steadily and patiently as possible.
"At that moment, I finally realized my love could never return; she no longer belonged to me. No, she hadn't belonged to me for a long time and would never want to die alongside this fool. I couldn't accept this reality; I took out the bottle of poison from the box intending to drink it when Jiang Yufei snatched it away from me. She hugged me from behind, crying and repeatedly saying sorry. We stayed in that position for a long time until I could no longer bear it and broke free, running away."
"You ran away?!" The two officers exchanged bewildered glances.
"Yes. The moment she embraced me, I suddenly understood that love cannot be forced; I had been too obsessed in the past. So I decided to let her go and give her freedom, but at that moment, I found it impossible to voice my feelings. So I just ran."
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