National Forensic Doctor-Chapter 899 - 837 Defeat

"I’m a journalist from the New Strait Times; you can’t just arrest a member of the media and expect to get away with it, understand?" Nadia, dressed in a tight-fitting jumpsuit, twisted around and accidentally bumped into the policewoman beside her. She stopped immediately, looking even more displeased.

The policewoman glanced disdainfully at her full chest, perky buttocks, and slim waist, pursed her lips, and said, "This isn’t arbitrary arrest. Sit still and stop fidgeting."

"How long do you intend to keep me here? What reason do you have for arresting me?" Nadia was truly fearless. The New Strait Times is a well-known newspaper in Dama, and the police wouldn’t dare to torture her for information. Besides that, once the newspaper found out, they would certainly send a lawyer to rescue her promptly. For Nadia, as a journalist, such a reckless act of arrest by the police would only serve to heighten her own fame.

Click.

Ni Cha turned the handle and entered the interrogation room.

At his signal, one policewoman left the room, while another stepped back two paces but did not leave.

Nadia blinked, feeling even more reassured. As long as she followed the rules, she could easily handle such police officers.

"Nadia, right?" Ni Cha sat opposite her and asked, "Do you know why we brought you here?"

"Have I been formally arrested?" With that one question, Nadia hit Ni Cha where it hurt.

Seeing the slight change in Ni Cha’s expression, Nadia sneered inwardly: "If I’m not under formal arrest, then I have nothing to say to you, please let me go."

"Just answer one question and that’s it." Ni Cha, seeing the situation, also adjusted his strategy. He opened his portfolio, took out the topmost photo, and handed it to Nadia.

The photo was taken outside a hotel dining area. In it, Nadia looked radiant with a broad smile, while across from her, Sulaiman was full of admiration. To the discerning eye, it appeared that their relationship was extraordinary.

Indeed, as Nadia had anticipated, after learning she was a journalist from the New Strait Times, Ni Cha and the others paid extra attention. They not only retrieved the video footage from the day of the incident but also pulled the mobile phone records of both individuals, noted the time periods when their numbers appeared together, and investigated the locations where both numbers were found together. They checked surveillance where available and additionally sought several witnesses.

The location where both of their mobile phones appeared most frequently was a luxury apartment rented under someone else’s name, followed by hotels, restaurants, bars, and various entertainment venues.

According to Ni Cha’s analysis, there was a ninety percent probability that their meetings were purely sexual, or to put it more tactfully, their dates revolved around that very purpose.

Such a despicable lifestyle!

Nadia was slightly taken aback upon seeing the photo but quickly composed herself and said slowly, "What are you trying to imply by showing me this photo?"

"What is your relationship with Sulaiman?"

"I don’t need to explain."

"Sulaiman is involved in a case. If you can’t explain, we will not go out of our way to protect your privacy during the ongoing investigation. Anyone, including your husband, will likely see the following photos." Ni Cha promptly laid out four more photos in front of Nadia, each more intimate than the last. In the fourth photo, Nadia was nestled in Sulaiman’s arms, his grasp encompassing her bosom.

A chill ran through Nadia, not merely because of the photo itself, but because she quickly realized that this photo had been taken in the elevator hall of the apartment they rented. Sulaiman had been impatient at the time, and she, having had some drinks, felt moved...

Thinking this through, their comings and goings in the apartment building had been almost without disguise. The security guards and neighbors believed they were a couple in a normal relationship, and Nadia herself had enjoyed this relaxed atmosphere...

However, if the police managed to obtain surveillance footage from the apartment building, their frequent visits would be impossible to explain.

"What case is Sulaiman involved in?" After Nadia asked this question, a wave of weakness overcame her. Could it be that Sulaiman was faced with a fate worse than their relationship—imprisonment? Otherwise, why would the police need to investigate so thoroughly?

The policewoman standing behind Nadia revealed a disdainful smile once again, thinking to herself, now you’re not claiming to be a media journalist anymore?

Ni Cha spoke seriously, "The drowning case of Member of Parliament Renne. I think you must have already heard the related news."

Nadia was shocked: "Sulaiman? Member of Parliament Renne? It’s impossible, he would have no reason to kill Member of Parliament Renne, there’s no benefit in it. They don’t even know each other..."

Nadia had interviewed criminal cases before and knew to provide explanations based on motive.

"This doesn’t explain why he lied to the police, saying that in the latter part of the gathering that day, he was drinking whiskey with Badawi," Ni Cha remarked coldly.

"He..." Nadia uttered a word and then calmed down.

Sulaiman had no motive to kill Member of Parliament Renne. Sulaiman’s ancestors had been illustrious, but he himself was just an ordinary rich man living off trust funds. Except for his playboy lifestyle and being physically fit, his so-called career and abilities were a mess. Nadia didn’t care about that, though; she had a husband, and an affair did not require taking on such heavy and dull responsibilities.

At the same time, Nadia could guess why Sulaiman would say that; he certainly couldn’t admit that during that time they were upstairs in the bedroom violently abusing the mattress.

Therefore, Sulaiman could only explain that he was drinking whiskey with Badawi—all of these things were not illegal and not serious enough to warrant the attention of a high-ranking officer like Ni Cha.

Nadia arrived at the conclusion smoothly, looked straight at Ni Cha, and said, "Your real target is Badawi, isn’t it?"

Ni Cha was expressionless and said, "You should take care of yourself and think about how to explain this to your husband."

"I will cooperate with you." Nadia clearly understood the situation and smiled relaxedly, "If you all still want to expose my privacy despite my cooperation, I’ll accept this big news. But... was Member of Parliament Renne really killed by his own son-in-law?"

"Now, I ask, you answer," Ni Cha remained unmoved, and instructed the policewoman behind Nadia to come forward to take her statement, saying, "Tell us about your activities on the night Member of Parliament Renne died."

"I can tell you, but I must remind you..."

"You just need to answer the question," Ni Cha knocked on the photos on the table, seemingly impatient with the journalist.

Nadia frowned, wanting to resist a bit, but looking at the photos on the table, she finally replied, "That night, I was with Sulaiman, we found a bedroom on the third floor..."

"Sulaiman claimed that he was drinking with Badawi that evening, how do you explain that?" Ni Cha asked.

"We had agreed on that beforehand because Sulaiman’s two cousins were there that day, so I told Sulaiman to find a friend and say the two of you were drinking to avoid his cousins asking about his whereabouts. I didn’t know he’d choose Badawi..." As Nadia spoke, her eyes darted around quickly, as if she wished she could just bow her head and churn out a ten-thousand-word article.

The specifics of criminal cases don’t have to be disclosed to the public entirely, and this left a way out for Nadia—as long as the police didn’t disclose it actively, her affair wouldn’t be known to her husband.

Ni Cha narrowed his eyes, and after letting Nadia finish explaining, stood up and left directly to find Sulaiman.

Before long, Sulaiman gave up his resistance.

As a result, Badawi’s alibi collapsed completely.