It turns out, at that time, both Ding Shaojun and his friend had a bit too much to drink.
At first, he thought the other had given him a knock on the head and just knocked him out. But he never expected.
When he woke up, he saw his friend hanging on a tree, looking terrible.
Moreover, in his hand was a note that read the killer: Ding Shaojun.
This scared Ding Shaojun witless.
"But isn't this a typical case of framing? If you explain the situation well to the police, they'll surely investigate more deeply?"
Luo Fei said.
Surprising Ding Shaojun mildly.
"Officer, do you mean you are willing to believe me, and believe I am innocent?"
"Of course."
Luo Fei spoke, not saying anything more.
"Mr. Ding, there's no issue with your intelligence, right? You don't have a history of genetic mental illness either, do you?"
Seeing the other looked somewhat expectantly at him.
Ding Shaojun said nothing further.
"Mr. Luo, of course not. I'm just an ordinary person."
