7

The police were confused by my attitude and kept asking me on the way downstairs to leave the hospital: "Didn't your daughter die in your hands? What do you mean?"

I kept silent and walked forward with my head down. He thought I was mentally ill, so he slowed down his pace and whispered behind me to ask someone to check my medical records.

Because of the murder of three people, the negative impact of the case was extremely large. I was forced to wear handcuffs, and I casually covered them with a coat, which made it seem a bit obvious. People who often watch criminal investigation dramas can tell at a glance what is deliberately covered underneath.

So , as soon as we walked to the hospital entrance, we were surrounded by passers-by who were waiting. Without waiting for the police to react, boxes of rotten vegetable leaves and rotten eggs were thrown at me, accompanied by their angry curses: "God will strike the murderer!" "Murderers must pay with their lives!" "Take him away and shoot him! Such people don't deserve to live in this world!" "Even a tiger won't eat its own cubs. This man is a beast worse than pigs and dogs! The police shouldn't protect such a murderer!"

I dodged in a panic under the protection of the police, but there were too many angry passers-by. I was soaked and smelled disgusting. This was the first time I was so embarrassed since I was a child, but I no longer had parents to protect me.

This was my original fate. If possible, I would rather have never met them.

Make a fuss, the bigger the better. That way I can find my real daughter.

The police were very angry at the passerby, but they couldn't do anything. He rushed back to the police station, cleaned up his clothes and started to interrogate me: "Tell me! What are you doing!" "We are implicated by you, you'd better not let us work in vain!" "After the commotion just now, you should also be very clear that your case has seriously aroused public anger!" "If you tell the truth, you may be able to get a reduced sentence, otherwise..."

Hearing this, I chuckled twice and said indifferently: "Reduced sentence? From the moment I killed someone and called the police, I never thought of escaping. I also know the seriousness of three lives. How can I get a reduced sentence with such a bad social impact?" "I'm afraid that even if I am shot, my case will be the talk of the town for the next ten years, right?"

The interrogating police officer pursed his lips tightly, his patience running out. "Tell us what you know! We have limited patience!" "Wait a minute, it will be over soon."

I know Grace is in trouble, and her real husband must be getting anxious too.

As soon as I finished speaking, the intercom on the policeman's chest rang. "What? Someone went to see Grace ? Look at her, I'll be there soon!" He turned off the intercom and glared at me fiercely. "Is this the news you're waiting for?" I nodded heavily. "She kidnapped my daughter, I want to know where my daughter is." "The one who swallowed the sleeping pills is not my biological daughter." "Please, help me."

In fact, I knew right after she gave birth that the child was not my own. Grace was pregnant with fraternal twins, with two fathers. My biological daughter was taken away by my mother and given to Grace's husband outside the family, Leo, a gentle man who was completely different from me who loved competitive sports.

The police also vaguely understood something from my attitude and hurriedly sent people out to investigate the man.