Chapter 124: Daytime Lady Ghost (Part 2) Ii (1/2)

”Sorry, what costume? I don't understand a word you're saying,” I stated flatly.

The officer pulled out another photograph and I recognized it instantly.

It was of the mascot entering the office building.

Since it wasn't taken elsewhere, I figured that they had no concrete evidence to support their claim that I had rented the costume.

The employee did not get a clear look at my face since he had the costume on. His boss wouldn't have seen me as well since the staff asked for his permission over the phone. He took off his costume quickly and couldn't wait to get rid of me. I paid the deposit without leaving my contact since the amount was much more than what the costume was worth.

”You're denying our claim then? We do not have evidence since the cameras only keep the recordings for a month and we were a little too late. But what about this?” The officer placed another photograph on the table.

It was of me exiting the building with my handbag and my head lowered.

”What's with these two photos? Is it in the same place?” I pretended not to understand.

”I'm sure you'd know better.

”I don't get it,” I insisted.

”We've checked through the monitors. This is of you exiting, but we didn't see any of you entering. Same goes for the mascot. There's only a clip of him entering but not exiting. Or can you explain how you popped out of nowhere? We can first talk about the mascot. He left a fake name, contact number, and ID with the security but still managed to get in. Why? Because he reported w.a.n.g Xiaomei's name. Can you explain the connection between these two photos? Did you hide the costume in your handbag?”

”I don't get it, ” I repeated.

”You don't? How, then, do you explain your appearance at the office and w.a.n.g Xiaomei's death shortly after? The autopsy doesn't match up with the alleged cause of death, and you're the suspect.”

”No, no, no! I mean, why me?” I asked, picking up the photograph and folding it.

One of them grabbed my hand but I showed no sign of stopping.

”Why are you touching me?” I questioned.

”There's no use tearing it up, Mr. Chalk. We have copies and this is not our only evidence. If you think it's all that we have, go ahead, I won't stop you.”

I folded the photograph three times, including all the corners, before putting it beside my face.

”Look carefully. Do we look alike? I don't even know where this is so why are you saying that it's me?”

”Are you saying that's not you?”

”Didn't you say that w.a.n.g Xiaomei committed suicide? Why has it become a criminal case? And why am I the suspect? We don't even look alike!” I argued, putting the photo closer to my face.