She wore that dress when she went to Sister Song's house after get off work, but she remembered that after returning to her mother's house, she took off her clothes and hung them on a hanger in her room.

She was a little confused for a moment as to whether it was really her clothes, or if someone had deliberately taken the same piece of clothing, stained it with blood, and then put it on her head.

"Is this dress yours?" the policeman asked.

"It looks very similar to my clothes. It can be said that they are the same, but I am not sure that these are my clothes."

"Did you wear these clothes when you went to the deceased's house?" the police asked again.

Xia Youxin frowned, feeling that the police were misleading her, so she emphasized: "I can't confirm that this dress is mine, so I don't think I went there wearing this dress. What I was wearing at the time was indeed

It's the same color and style as this dress, but my dress is at our house, on a hanger in my bedroom on the second floor. If you don't believe it, you can send someone to check."

The policeman looked at another young policeman and said to him: "Go to her mother's house and see if the same clothes are hanging there."

The policeman agreed and went out.

"Is there anything else? Can you go home after asking me?"

Xia Youxin remembered that when she came down from upstairs, she heard Li Hetai say that she was being summoned and could not be forcibly detained. She was not sure about the specific time limit, but she still knew one thing. She should be released after asking about the case.

She should be free until she leaves without formal approval for arrest or detention.

She really wanted to see Ye Qianmo at this time, and she also wanted to have time to talk to her mother, so that she wouldn't worry about her, and to tell her that she didn't do anything.

In fact, she didn't tell her, because she knew her mother would definitely believe her.

"Not yet," the policeman said.

"You can take a short break and wait until our colleagues have been to your home to learn about other situations before you leave."

Xia Youxin didn't say anything, she just sat there in silence.

This is an inevitable procedure for the police to handle cases, and she also knows it. If she moves around at this time, she will be suspected of fabricating evidence.

The police no longer asked her questions, but were busy sorting out various materials. There was also a policeman observing her secretly.

Not long after, she heard a tall and thin policeman deliver a piece of information and said: "The handwriting identification results have come out. The handwriting in the diary belongs to the deceased himself."

This was undoubtedly another blow, but Xia Youxin was already too calm at this time.

"Ms. Xia, did you hear that? The identification results have come out, proving that those diaries were indeed written by the deceased," the policeman said.

"That doesn't prove that I was the one who killed her. Besides, what she wrote is not true."

After Xia Youxin answered, she felt what the truth was, and would the police really care? They must now think that she is a criminal, especially with the explicit hints from above, they would even find evidence of her crime.

Rather than proof of her innocence.

What's more, even if the police were really not biased, most of the situations when Mo Xiaojun talked to her that day were very similar to the situation described by Sister Song.

She believed that if the police were looking for witnesses, they could still find them. At least they could find that Mo Xiaojun had indeed come to see her that day that Sister Song said, and the two of them were talking alone.

She also remembered that Sister Song did ask her that day who this man was. At that time, she just thought she was gossiping and said he was her brother. Sister Song also said that she thought the man liked her.

Sister Song's gossip that day and the inexplicable diary she wrote made Xia Youxin think of a possibility.

She must have been threatened recently, and someone forced her to do these things. This series of events was not accidental. The purpose of putting money in the big bag of vegetables was not to thank her, but to ask her to send the money to

Her home, causing evidence that she was at the scene.
Chapter completed!