"Name?"
"Jiang Shu."
"Occupation?"
"Magician."
"Age?"
"Seventeen... Twenty-three." Jiang Shu glanced at the stern-faced, unfamiliar police officer sitting across from him and corrected himself.
"Between 7:10 and 7:30 p.m. on November 18th, you had an interaction with the deceased, Ms. Qiu Wanying, backstage in Studio 3. According to people present at the time, Ms. Qiu's complexion seemed odd. What exactly did you say to her?" The police officer began to question Jiang Shu after recording the basic information.
"What did we talk about?" Jiang Shu thought for a moment. "Just chatted about our movie, we weren't very close."
"Then why would people say she seemed very scared?" The police officer suddenly slammed his hand on the table, and his voice became stern, "Tell the truth."
