The police smiled without humor, "Are you sure it’s the person in the photo now?"
"No..." The man pursed his lips, but as they were too chapped, the action was painful, causing him to furrow his brow and show a fierce expression.
The police squinted at him and said in a low voice, "In the interrogation room, I showed you the same photo."
"The same one?" The man’s gaze flickered, evasive, "I...I must have seen it wrong. Maybe I was too scared, too nervous..."
"What exactly are you afraid of?" the police asked meaningfully.
The man didn’t answer and lowered his head.
Seeing he wasn’t speaking, the police shoved the photo into his hands again.
Looking down, the man saw that the young man in the photo was indeed the murderer he accused.
The man quickly lowered his eyes, not daring to keep looking, as if he feared revealing something.
The police said sternly, "You said he’s the murderer, but he claims you are the murderer, so neither of you can be a witness."
"Neither can be a witness?"
The police coldly said, "A suspect."
"What! How can that be!" The disbelief in the man’s eyes was too intense.
The police said, "The knife has your fingerprints, you are the prime suspect."
"What about him?" the man asked.
"Are you very concerned about him?"
The man hastened to explain, "He’s the murderer, I worry that you might let the criminal go!"
"He was initially a witness as well, but since only you, he, and the corpse were present at the scene, and you accused him, he also became a suspect."
"Didn’t you say I couldn’t be a witness? How can my accusation count? Don’t you find that contradictory?"
"You can’t be a witness, but your testimony still holds some reference value. If he can’t defend himself, he remains a suspect."
Seeing him hold his tongue, the police nodded, "It’s right not to speak; after all, every word you say can become court evidence."
The police stood in front of the young man, "I have some bad news for you."
The young man appeared uneasy.
"He has accused you, and if you can’t provide a reasonable explanation, you will become a suspect."
"Accused me? He says I’m the murderer?"
"He must be doing this on purpose! He’s framing me!"
"Whether it’s framing or not depends on your explanation."
"Don’t you believe me either?" The young man’s eyes were full of hurt.
"It depends on your explanation. You said you were hiding in the restroom stall. Which one was it?"
"I wasn’t paying attention..." the young man frowned, "Who counts which stall they use in a public restroom."
"Let’s skip that question for now, and move on to another. You said you saw the entire process of the crime through the door gap. Which urinal was it then?"
"What kind of questions are these! How could I remember that! I was terrified at the time, my mind went blank, how could I count which urinal it was?"
"Calm down, don’t get agitated. We can skip this question too and continue with the next one."
The young man took a deep breath and calmed down, "Ask your question."
"After he killed the person and left, was the corpse at the urinal, or in another location?"
"On the floor, between the urinal and the toilet in the middle area."
"Did you call the police immediately?"
"I was extremely scared, didn’t dare to stay in the restroom for a moment and ran out to call the police."
"So you saw the murderer leave and then you too left the restroom immediately?"
"Yes, I fled from the restroom. I didn’t dare call the police nearby; I feared the murderer might return, so I called from a distance away."
The police frowned, "During that time, did anyone else go there?"
The young man looked down and shook his head, "I don’t know."