"Who are you..." Seeing the two men standing outside the door in their impressive police uniforms, Auntie Zhang spoke with confusion and then turned back to look at the lady of the house, Ariana Evans, who was still leaning on the sofa, eyes closed, massaging her temples.
"Is this Ms. Ariana Evans' home? We are the police!"
One of the officers showed his identification, his expression stern.
"Ah, yes, it is." Auntie Zhang became somewhat flustered and turned her head hurriedly, "Madam, the police comrades are here for you..." Before Auntie Zhang finished her sentence, the two officers had already walked past her into the lobby. Ariana opened her eyes, lifted her gaze doubtfully, "Police comrades, is there something you need from me?"
"Ms. Ariana Evans, you are suspected of an intentional murder from thirty years ago, please come with us to assist with our investigation."
