Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 894

The Capital Police Department Headquarters.

The police headquarters in the Capital was actually not as grand as the Khebury station. It was located in an old building, several meters high, empty and remote, dark and damp, yet she appreciated the heavy and simple beauty of the overall environment.

After all, Khebury was the richest city in Pascaylia, and the Capital was the center of power.

Joyce followed the two officers to the lobby, where they took her to an interview room and opened the metal door.

"Please come in." The two police officers were quite polite.

"Hmm." Joyce frowned gently. This didn't feel good, and she felt like she was treated like a prisoner. Now she was a foreigner, and it didn't make sense that she should receive such treatment.

She walked into the inquiry room and sat down calmly.

An officer also sat down and said, "Please put your phone on the table and put it on silent."

Joyce took the phone out of her own pocket and put it on the table.

At this point, another officer immediately came forward and took her phone away.

"What is this for?" Joyce was disgruntled, "You guys are violating your procedures. I can sue you guys."

She couldn't help but think of the old days in Khebury, when Karl was there, and he was a man of integrity who would never allow his subordinates to do such a thing.

"Cut the crap. What is your relationship with the deceased?" The seated officer opened his laptop and began recording and taking notes.

"I have no relationship with the deceased. Blue Maple Group wants a transformation and wants to buy my company's technologies. We met at the Artificial Intelligence Summit and I don't want to sell anything to him, and that's all." Joyce said indifferently.

"That's it?" The officer was totally unconvinced, "You better tell the truth. We have all the facts."

"Since you have already had all the facts, just record it directly, so why do you ask me again?" Joyce wrapped her arms around her chest with a disdainful look.

"You! Just tell me, why did you fight with the older Mr. Walsh at the exhibition center, and why did you stab the younger Mr. Walsh with a fork?" The officer questioned repeatedly, in a harsh tone.

"So, you're, now, making a presumption of guilt?" Joyce snickered, "Did you really graduate from a police school? You don’t have even basic knowledge about laws?"

"You!" The officer was exasperated.

"You are telling me his version of the story. The younger Mr. Walsh sent a group of gangsters to surround me after that night and tried to teach me a lesson. Did he say this to you?" Joyce asked rhetorically.

The officer froze and didn't answer the question.

"Also, they put their hands on me and verbally insulted me in the exhibition center, and I couldn't resist?" She sneered, "I suggest you guys come back and ask me after you have checked things out, or you will be just wasting your time."

"You." The officer was speechless.

To make things less awkward, he questioned again, "Where were you and what were you doing at the time of the crime, between 5:00 and 6:00 a.m.?"

"Huh." Joyce laughed, "Of course I slept at home. I live in an apartment, and you will know once you check the surveillance. And, you must have checked the surveillance in this hotel. Don’t you even know if I was there at the time? "

The seated officer looked up, glanced at the other officer and exchanged glances with him. The woman in front of him was too eloquent to deal with.

However, it was true that they had checked the surveillance and it was simply unreasonable that no one got in or out during the whole time.

"If you are not feeling guilty and worried at all, why did you go to Hotel Dragon?" The police officer questioned reluctantly.

"I saw the news in the morning and I happened to pass by the hotel. It is not illegal to take a look, right? Officer, if you have no further questions, am I free to go?" She raised her wrist and looked at her watch, "If you have anything else you want to know, you can always contact me."