Accidental love II

Chloe immediately took out the photos of male celebrities she liked, pointed them to Janice one by one, and asked her which one she liked.

Janice was amused by Chloe. She said with a smile, "Thank you."

Later, they both portrayed the future husband together. The sad atmosphere in the dormitory quickly dissipated.

After the memory was over, a trace of sadness flashed across Janice's face. She didn't expect it to come true.

Sure enough, they couldn't make jokes at will.

Janice showed a bitter smile. Then she said to herself, "I just said 'if' at the time. I didn't expect that there would be such a day. Marcus, although we don't love each other, you are my husband. At least so far, you treat me best among all men I have met."

The handsome face of the man and the dim eyes under the deep eye sockets appeared in her mind again.

"Will you dislike my eyes?" Janice sighed secretly.

Before she finished speaking, she felt her eyes swell gain. There was warm liquid running in her eye sockets.

In the police station.

Because Marcus couldn't see, Gavin was allowed to be present when getting investigated. He could tell Marcus the evidence he saw.

Under the dazzling lights of the interrogation room, Marcus' sharp face looked extremely deep. He pursed his lips, making his face even sharper. He just sat there without saying a word, but others couldn't ignore his powerful aura.

The two cops sat directly opposite him, staring at him gloomily, as if they wanted to find clues on his face and then convicted him as soon as possible.

"Marcus, the reason why you are asked to be here today is because we have strong witness and physical evidence."

The cop who spoke was the one who took Marcus away from the Clinton's. Seeing that Marcus didn't resist just now, he said straightly and put a few photos on the table.

Gavin picked them up and took a look. These photos were all taken at the scene of the crime, which should be the physical evidence the police mentioned.

Gavin whispered the content of the photo in Marcus' ear. After he heard it, his face sank. He frowned, giving people an inexplicable sense of majesty. "We found traces of the wheelchair at the scene, and it exactly matches your wheelchair."

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The cop stared at him without blinking. He wanted to see through Marcus' thoughts.

Marcus remained silent. He was still the same as before, as if what the police said had nothing to do with him. The so-called evidence was nothing to him.

"The murderer left a handkerchief. We have checked that this handkerchief belongs to you."

The cop threw this physical evidence on the table, thinking that Marcus would be flustered and then showed his true face. At that time, they could force him to confess his crime. However, Marcus just sneered, "Anything else?"

This answer pissed the police off. They immediately pulled a long face, feeling so angry.

They didn't expect that Marcus not only did not feel scared, but expected them to take out more evidence. Such criminal suspects were really rare. It seemed that it was not so easy to let him admit. "These are only physical evidence. We still have a witness." One of the cops smiled triumphantly and took out his trump card.

Marcus snorted softly and said nothing, just waiting the so-called evidence.

"Someone saw you come to the back mountain in a wheelchair. When the deceased met you, you brutally killed the deceased." The police stressed the word "killed" while observing Marcus' reaction. "Oh?" Marcus asked back, with a disdainful smile on his face, "What else did the witness see?"

The police couldn't help but stunned. In fact, they thought they didn't have to continue. Because the witness' words had clarified the course of his crime, there was no need to continue.

In the face of his questioning, the police didn't want to show any weakness. The cop cleared his throat and said in a deep voice, "The witness was so scared that he passed out. So he didn't see anything later.' Marcus' dim eyes were always looking straight ahead. He looked so indifferent.

There was a sneer on his face. He said in a contemptuous tone, "Interesting."

"I'm telling you, now that the evidence is solid. Even if you have an alibi, you'd better explain the crime process honestly. Marcus, did you kill the deceased?" The cop shouted, as if the volume meant the deterrent.

"Can a person die twice?" Marcus didn't answer the question, but asked back. His voice was emotionless.¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶