She flatly denied that she had killed Zhan Yanxiang.
As for why her fingerprints were on the dagger, Lin Qinghuan gave a nonchalant explanation.
It was because this dagger, the one that killed Zhan Yanxiang, had been jabbed into her shoulder by Big Head, a man in black, while trying to save Qin Yize.
Lin Qinghuan told the interrogator that she indeed had touched the dagger with her hand, hence naturally, her fingerprints were on it.
It was Chu Chengfeng who pulled the dagger out of her when it was stuck in her body.
Naturally, his fingerprints were on it as well.
However, Chu Chengfeng really couldn’t remember whether Lin Qinghuan had touched the dagger or not...
But he knew that the dagger hadn’t been driven in with much force.
Just the tip had pierced the flesh.
If it had been deep, he certainly wouldn’t have dared to move it.
What was thought to be a major discovery was easily resolved by Lin Qinghuan’s light explanation.
This was something the investigators had not anticipated.
And without any evidence, they could no longer detain this person.
Therefore, an overjoyed Mrs. Lin and Father Lin drove their own car, making a grand entrance to the police substation to pick up their daughter.
Besides, this wasn’t an arrest.
It was merely cooperation with an investigation.
Lin Qinghuan’s mood was very calm.
This was the outcome she had anticipated, so there was no surprise or overwhelming emotion.
There was only a faint, gentle smile.
And understanding words.
Enough to make the relevant personnel feel somewhat guilty.
At this time, the ones picking up Lin Qinghuan were her father and mother.
Their complexions were not good.
But after all, this was normal; their daughter was here to go through the standard procedures.
She hadn’t suffered the slightest harm.
Moreover, the leaders of the police substation had courteously escorted them out themselves.
Their prestige was fully intact.
Although their mood was not good, they had to suppress it.
However, Lin Qinghuan’s mother was actually quite nervous inside.
Because once when she went to her daughter’s room, she heard her daughter talking in her sleep.
At the time Lin Qinghuan seemed to be having a nightmare, lying on the bed, flailing her arms. Just as her mother was about to wake her up, she heard her daughter shouting, "Don’t come near me, Zhan Yanxiang, go away, I didn’t mean to kill you."
At that moment, she was drenched in a cold sweat.
Then she quickly woke her daughter up, and found that her daughter was also sweating profusely.
But she didn’t ask anything.
And she didn’t dare to ask.
While her daughter was usually gentle and soft, when she got angry, she could be terribly cold and intimidating.
So, when Lin Qinghuan got arrested over this matter, her mother was extremely anxious.
But Mrs. Lin couldn’t believe that her kind and beautiful daughter would commit murder.
Therefore, now seeing that the Eastwind Bureau had released her, the last stone in her heart also fell to the ground.
However, the proper attitude still had to be maintained.
Otherwise, these people might really think they had a guilty conscience.
Just as Lin Qinghuan and her parents had stepped out of the police substation’s front door,
a jeep sped over and abruptly screeched to a halt at the entrance of the substation.
The driver turned out to be Qin Yize.
He first got out of the jeep, then went around to the back and opened the back door.
Afterward, a girl about fifteen or sixteen years old got out of the vehicle, not very tall, thin and bony.
She was wearing a black cotton coat.
With large eyes filled with fear.
She stood timidly next to Qin Yize,
seemingly only comfortable with him and on guard against everyone else.
But when the girl saw Lin Qinghuan walking out of the substation’s entrance, her fearful eyes suddenly widened.