The Devil Doctor's Spicy Love
Chapter 153: Unquestionable evidence (1)

Chapter 153: Unquestionable evidence (1)

"I am giving you one last chance, Miss. Chow. Tell me the truth. Your confession will only help yourself in the court," Lei Honghui sternly said.

Chow Mey trembled, her beautiful face marred with a deathly fright. "I...I didn’t kill Director Wan."

"There is evidence against you, Miss. Chow. It’s quite solid and there is nothing to deny it."

She took a sharp, silent breath. Her eyes glared at him. "I said I didn’t kill him!"

Jia reached the hotel’s lobby where a place was temporarily set for the cops to gather witnesses and discuss the case. The drama crew was in front of her and she observed the situation from the back. Mingshen leaned against the wall as the silent but amused spectator.

She slowly made her way through the crew and at one point, she faced Bai Caishen’s back. He turned to give way. "Ah you are back."

"Yeah. Dong Haoyu came running to tell me that Chow Mey will be arrested. He wants me to help her."

A solemn and grim glint passed through his eyes. "I am not sure if anybody can help her."

"Is it that bad?"

"Yes."

Dong Haoyu broke through the crowd and rushed at Mey’s side. He gnashed his teeth at Lei Honghui. "You cannot take her anywhere! You will just conveniently close the case like this?"

His gaze turned cold. "Just because the evidence isn’t what you want to see doesn’t make it convenient for anybody else. Investigations rely on evidence."

"There is some mistake! You aren’t even bothering to investigate further!"

"It’s as clear as a crystal, Mr. Dong," he said, unfazed.

Jia threw a glance at everybody and the shock in their expressions was evident. Xin Manchu, Meng Rin, Zeng Shan, Guo Juan couldn’t seem to process Chow Mey’s guilt. But as her gaze fell on Ke Yufei, the cinematographer, she didn’t feel the same intensity of disbelief from him as everybody else.

Jia took a step forward and she came into Lei Honghui’s view. He frowned. "Miss. Song."

She smiled. "I heard what happened. It seems like Miss. Chow’s guilt is proved. Can I know what the evidence is?"

His eyes squinted. "Are you perhaps doubting this investigation? Or do you think Tianjin’s team is less capable than Beijing’s?"

That took her aback. "There is no question of doubt or questioning capabilities, Supervisor Lei. But since I was there in the morning when the whole incident happened, I am simply curious about the evidence and also of Miss. Chow’s motivations. I was a part of their dinner celebration last night and I felt everything went well."

He gave her a long and hard look. Eventually, he grunted and asked one of the officers to come forward with his tab. He tapped his fingers and a video began playing.

It was last night’s CCTV footage of the corridor where Wan Guanting’s room was. Jia peered closer.

At 2.03 AM, the whole crew left his room after the party. Only Bai Caishen remained behind who headed to an adjacent room that belonged to Ke Yufei, who seemed to be talking some work related stuff to him.

The officer fast-forwarded the video and stopped at a point where a shadow was seen. A minute later, Chow Mey came into the view and stood before Wan Guanting’s room. The time was 3.15 AM.

Chow Mey knocked a few times but Wan Guanting never opened the door. Eventually, she took out something which turned out to be a key card. She opened the door and entered the room with it.

Jia raised her brow.

How did she have a key card to his room?

She glanced at her, who was averting her tremoring gaze.

The officer paused the video. Lei Honghui said, "According to our forensic findings, Wan Guanting died very early in the morning from between 3 to 4 AM. Miss. Chow came to see him at 3.15 AM. Resume the recording."

The video came back to life and Jia then saw Chow Mey rushing out of the room at 4.08 AM. Her frantic and panicked expression was clearly captured in the camera. She then ran and then exited the camera’s view. The other camera in the corridor where Chow Mey’s room was situated showed that she reached her room at 4.14 AM.

Jia could clearly see the case building against Chow Mey. Wan Guanting died at the time she was in the room with him.

"I figure that she met him, probably got into some argument with him and killed him in the heat of the moment. She panicked after realizing what she did and ran away."

"I did not kill him!" Chow Mey exclaimed. She felt at the brink of losing her sanity.

"Then please explain your presence at the same time when Wan Guanting died."

"Because he was already dead!!!"

"That’s a very convenient excuse to escape, isn’t it? Pin it on a third person that doesn’t exist."

"I am telling the truth! He was already dead when I came in," she shook hard. "I don’t know what happened."

Jia frowned. "If that’s the case then why did it take you so long to leave his room? At 4.08 when you were there at 3.15."

She bit her lip. "I had fainted...When I realized that he was dead, I-I fainted with shock. Isn’t that a natural reaction?"

Lei Honghui narrowed his eyes. "But then why didn’t you raise an alarm after you left? A person from your crew was dead and you didn’t feel it was important to inform your team and the cops then?"

Dong Haoyu glared at him. "You are just harassing-"

"That’s a valid question, Mr. Dong," Jia interjected.

He grudgingly pressed his lips.

Chow Mey’s chest heaved breathlessly. "I just...! I didn’t know what to do! I-I was just confused. It all happened so suddenly. I couldn’t make sense of any of it!"

"Again, all excuses to protect yourself."

"You...!"

Jia thought of something and asked Lei Honghui, "How did she kill him though? Yes, I know he died by suffocation but he was physically stronger than her. Didn’t he resist when she tried to kill him with a pillow?"

"The crew has that answer to that too."

Xin Manchu slowly said, "Well we were all at Director Wan’s room last night until around 2 or something. We played games, had fun and drank a lot of booze. He was already dead drunk by the time we left. He crashed on his bed. He doesn’t usually get high so easily but maybe he downed a lot."

Lei Honghui glanced at Jia. "Does that give you your answer, Miss Song? How difficult would it be for a woman to force a pillow against a dead drunk man?"