You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

The Capital Police Department Headquarters.

The police headquarters in the Capital was actually not as grand as the Khebury station. It was located in an old building, several meters high, empty and remote, dark and damp, yet she appreciated the heavy and simple beauty of the overall environment.

After all, Khebury was the richest city in Pascaylia, and the Capital was the center of power.

Joyce followed the two officers to the lobby, where they took her to an interview room and opened the metal door.

"Please come in." The two police officers were quite polite.

"Hmm." Joyce frowned gently. This didn't feel good, and she felt like she was treated like a prisoner. Now she was a foreigner, and it didn't make sense that she should receive such treatment.

She walked into the inquiry room and sat down calmly.

An officer also sat down and said, "Please put your phone on the table and put it on silent.”

Joyce took the phone out of her own pocket and put it on the table.

At this point, another officer immediately came forward and took her phone away.

"What is this for?" Joyce was disgruntled, "You guys are violating your procedures. I can sue you guys."

She couldn't help but think of the old days in Khebury, when Karl was there, and he was a man of integrity who would never allow his subordinates to do such a thing.

"Cut the crap. What is your relationship with the deceased?" The seated officer opened his laptop and began recording and taking notes. “I have no relationship with the deceased. Blue Maple Group wants a transformation and wants to buy my company's technologies. We met at the Artificial Intelligence Summit and I don't want to sell anything to him, and that's all." Joyce said indifferently.

"That's it?" The officer was totally unconvinced, "You better tell the truth. We have all the facts.”

"Since you have already had all the facts, just record it directly, so why do you ask me again?" Joyce wrapped her arms around her chest with a disdainful look.

why did you stab

presumption of guilt?" Joyce snickered, "Did you really graduate from a police

officer was

story. The younger Mr. Walsh sent a group of gangsters to surround me after that night and tried

and didn't answer the

"I suggest you guys come back and ask me after you have checked things

The officer

things less awkward, he questioned again, "Where were you and what were you doing

and you will know once you check the surveillance. And, you must have checked the surveillance in this hotel. Don’t you

glanced at the other officer and exchanged glances with him. The woman in front

surveillance and it was simply unreasonable that no one got in or out during the whole time. "If you are not feeling guilty and

if you have no further questions, am I free

leave for now." The officer frowned, "We caught you at the scene and

48 hours?

What about Anderson? Damn it, she should not have gone upstairs to confirm Mr. Walsh's death. She got into a lot of trouble for nothing, but then she thought, if she didn't see it with her own eyes, how would she know that that Mr. Walsh ended up exactly the same way

trip was so worth

she was trapped and her phone had

and the younger Mr. Walsh got into a dispute. We would like to know about the causes and consequences.” Joyce rested one hand gently on the tabletop with a proud demeanor, "I have the

didn't want to waste any more time with

police department contact Kane later and ask for a lawyer to handle the follow-up, and she had to get out of

Right then and there.

iron door of the inquiry room was suddenly

The man in the lead wore a shining sun badge on both sides of his shoulders, dazzling and eye-catching. "House of Inspection, Special Investigation Unit," said the man in the head of the group, showing his ID with almost

stood up respectfully and saluted, "Good