"How can I make you believe me?" In the interrogation room, Han Kuan shouted hysterically, "Why would I want to kill my wife? We've been married for 10 years! Are you crazy?"
He shook his head, then sighed and said, "I'm not smart enough to fabricate a confession. You can't just make up stories because you're Special Investigators! I beg you... Please find the real murderer!"
In the monitoring room next door, Zhao Yu was watching Han Kuan closely, his eyebrows twisted together. He did not know why he always had a strange feeling about Han Kuan.
In fact, Han Kuan didn't show any abnormal behavior. But, maybe it was his perfectly normal behavior that was exactly what made Zhao Yu so uneasy.