Zhan Zifeng didn't go anywhere else, but went to the police station and reported the crime.
Soon, Zhan Yeling was invited to the police station for investigation.
When Zhan Yeling came, he saw Zhan Zifeng sitting in the police station, his eyes were full of coldness.
Seeing him coming, he cast a look at him, angry and full of gunpowder.
The police thought that the two of them were going to fight, so they quickly killed the signs of fighting in the cradle.
One policeman asked Zhan Zifeng to sit, and another policeman asked Zhan Yeling to sit.
The two barely sat down.
The policeman said to Zhan Yeling: "This Mr. Zhan accused you of murdering his son. Mr. Zhan, what do you have to say?"
"There is surveillance in the elevator. When I went there, the child had been out of breath for a few minutes. The autopsy results can determine the time of the child's death." Zhan Yeling said calmly.
This evidence is enough to prove that the child was not killed by him. Because when he went, the child was already dead.
Even if there is no surveillance in the house, everyone does not know what happened in the house.
But there is surveillance in the elevator, and there is still time.
It is completely possible to adjust the monitoring and clear him of the suspicion of killing the child.
"No, my son died a miserable death. I will never allow him to die without a body! I don't agree to an autopsy!" After Zhan Yeling spoke, before the police could respond, Zhan Zifeng was excited A request for an autopsy was declined.
"This... Mr. Zhan Zifeng, what evidence do you have to prove that Mr. Zhan Yeling killed your child?" the policeman asked.
"The child's mother saw it with her own eyes. When she returned, she saw the child in Zhan Yeling's hands." Zhan Zifeng said with a gloomy expression.
"Okay, we will do our best to investigate this matter," said the policeman.
...
Shi Miao was resting at home when she received a call from the police.
Hearing that it was related to Zhan Yeling, she sat up in shock.
"What are you talking about, Zhan Yeling is suspected of killing Zhan Zifeng's child?" Shi Miao couldn't believe what he heard.
"Yes, Mr. Zhan Zifeng personally sued. Excuse me, are you and Zhan Yeling in a relationship?" the policeman asked on the phone.
Shi Miao hesitated for half a second, then said, "Yes..."
"Then may I ask, are you with Mr. Zhan Yeling around 1:10 in the afternoon?" the policeman asked again.
Around ten past one?
Wasn't that the time when she was chatting with Su Mumu in the park?
"I'm not with him." Shi Miao said honestly, she didn't dare to lie on such a serious phone call.
"Okay, we got it." After finishing speaking, the policeman hung up the phone.
Shi Meow was dumbfounded.
Zhan Yeling suspected of killing Zhan Zifeng's son?
Isn't Zhan Zifeng's son Su Mumu's son?
God, Su Mumu's son is dead?
terrible.
Thinking of this, Shi Miao was terrified.
How could he die suddenly?
Just as he was thinking, there was a commotion outside the door, and then the door was unscrewed.
Seven small groups rushed in excitedly.
"Ma Ma, we're out of school!" Qianqian said first.
"Mama, we're back to play with you." Junjun was all smiles, and Dudu also had two dimples on his face.
"Ma Ma!" Wan Wan exclaimed excitedly.
"Ma Ma, why are you still sleeping, get up and play games." Ma Ma jumped in front of her alive and well.
"Well, Ma Ma." Lele was cute and cute.
"Mama, let me go to bed and play with you." Baby Zhan was the most honest, climbed onto the bed and sat next to her.
"I want to accompany Ma Ma too." Yue Yue also crawled hard.