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"Zhao Youming's fingerprints?" Zhao Youlin had thought that with Zhao Youming's personality, he wouldn't be stupid enough to do such a stupid thing in such a situation. Now that she heard that his fingerprints were still on the scene... the more she thought about it, the more she felt that something was wrong.

Mu Tingfeng obviously thought the same. "Zhao Youming is cautious. Even if he really had a conflict with Zhao Yifei and accidentally killed him, he shouldn't have made such a low-level mistake. Did Zhao Youming say anything before he was taken away? Or rather, what was his reaction when he heard about this?"

The former master's face darkened. When he thought about Zhao Youming's housekeeper had told him, he said coldly, "I heard that Youming was also very surprised when he heard about this. He almost started a fistfight with the police officers who went to look for him."

The former master's words silenced everyone.

After a long while, Zhao Youlin sighed softly and said helplessly, "The matter has become so big. I don't think third uncle can hide it anymore."

The former master had also thought of this long ago, which was why his face was so dark.

"There's nothing we can do about it now. The most important thing now is to find out if Zhao Yifei's matter really has something to do with Zhao Youming. As for third uncle, tell his family to keep an eye on him. Father and I will also keep an eye on him at the company. We will immediately tell grandfather if anything happens."

The former master closed his eyes and sighed. "This is the only way."

On the other side, Zhao Youming was brought to the police station and interrogated.

"Mr. Zhao Youming, according to the investigation, you don't have a good relationship with the deceased, Mr. Zhao Yifei. You tend to go against each other."

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Zhao Youming's face was dark. He smiled and said, "I don't get along with him, but if you say that I caused his death, then it's completely ridiculous. Zhao Yifei had always been outspoken and prideful. He was arrogant and had offended dozens of people. He has so many enemies, and now that he has no backer, it's possible for anyone to make a move. Why are you coming after me?"

The police officer who was interrogating Zhao Youming pushed up the glasses on his nose and faced Zhao Youming's barely veiled accusations. With a calm expression, he said, "Mr. Zhao, don't get agitated. We have no intention of making things difficult for you. We just want to ask about some information about Mr. Zhao and the deceased so that it will be easier for us to investigate the case."

Zhao Youming felt as if he had punched cotton. His face turned colder and colder, and he said nothing.

The interrogating police officer continued, "According to insiders, on the night of the case, Mr. Zhao had a conflict with the deceased in a bar. Is that true?"

When he heard the man mention the conflict between him and Zhao Yifei that night, Zhao Youming's face showed a hint of guilt. "... It's true."

The man's glasses slid down his nose and flashed in a bright light. "In that case, please tell us in detail what happened that day, Mr. Zhao."

Zhao Youming lowered his head and pondered for a moment. He thought that although he had indeed smashed Zhao Yifei on the head with a bottle on impulse that night, judging from the way Zhao Yifei was cursing, he should not have really done anything wrong.

Even if Zhao Yifei had really died after that, he should have caused trouble with someone else. It should not have had much to do with him. To put it bluntly, he was just an extremely angry and hurtful person.

Thinking of this... Zhao Youming said, "That night, I was in a bad mood because of some things, so I ran out and went to the bar to drink some wine. Zhao Yifei just happened to go to the bar, and the two of us got into a bit of a fight. In my anger, I hit him on the head with a bottle."

"Wait." The interrogator couldn't help but stop Zhao Youming. "You said that you hit the dead man with a bottle. Are you sure it was only one hit?"

Zhao Youming was stunned for a moment. He didn't understand why the interrogator would pester him on such a question. He said straightforwardly, "That's right. It was only for a moment. After that, Zhao Yifei reacted and pounced on me. The two of us fought for a bit. However, the fight did not last long. The security guards of the bar appeared and pulled us apart."

The interrogating officer's pen quickly scribbled on the paper. "What happened after that?"

"After that? I left after that."

"Left? Did you leave first, or did the deceased leave first?"

"I left first. Zhao Yifei probably left after that."

The interrogator paused for a moment. "So, when you left the bar, the deceased was still in the bar."

"Yes, he was quite emotional at that time. He was caught by the security guards and temporarily could not escape."

The interrogator nodded and asked, "Then where did you go after you left the bar, Mr. Zhao? Did you go to the condominium where the deceased was?"

"Go to his condominium? I don't even know where his condominium is. Why would I go to his condominium?"

"Mr. Zhao, please answer my question directly."

Zhao Youming choked for a moment and said indignantly, "I went to the seaside and didn't go to his condominium."

The interrogator finally raised his head and looked at Zhao Youming with raised eyebrows. "The seaside?"

"Yes, the seaside. I was drinking and met Zhao Yifei, so I was in a bad mood. It was still early at that time, so I didn't want to go home so early, so I just wandered on the street. When I came back to my senses, I had already gone to the seaside."

"Where was the seaside? Were there any witnesses who could testify for you?"

"Witnesses?" Zhao Youming thought for a moment and pursed his lips. "It was quite dark at that time, and there didn't seem to be anyone by the sea, so..."

"That means there were no witnesses who could testify for you, Mr. Zhao?"

Zhao Youming was a little dissatisfied with the man's interrogation, but he also knew that he was within his rights to ask such questions. Even if he was dissatisfied, he could only endure it and nodded.

"I got it." The person wrote a few more words in the notebook and then asked, "After you went to the seaside, where did you go?"

Hearing this question, Zhao Youming immediately thought of Zhao Youxi. "After I went to the seaside, I went to see someone."

The interrogation officer looked at Zhao Youming with more scrutiny. "You saw someone. Who?"

When Zhao Youming saw him like this, he immediately knew what he was thinking. He said helplessly, "The person I saw was not Zhao Yifei. It was my sister."

"Your sister?" The interrogation officer narrowed his eyes. "Mr. Zhao, if what the police knows is accurate, your sister left the country more than a year ago and is not in the country."