In the back kitchen, Lu Chuan looked at the three fish on the cutting board, still somewhat skeptical.
"Officer, these are fish I just caught this morning. It's not illegal to kill a few fish, right?"
Wang Bingquan was almost bewildered.
What's going on? Killing a few fish at home brought three policemen who interrogated him like a suspect for a long time.
"Where were you the morning before yesterday?"
Yang Sen and Old Bai had been at the scene when Ren Qiang's incident happened and knew about the North Mountain parking lot, and of course, they were aware that the tow truck driver's biggest feature was a hoarse voice and a fishy smell all over.
"I didn't go anywhere. Lately, I've been staying home watching over my little pawnshop."
"Can anyone testify to that?"
"Testify? My wife can testify. Is that okay?"
Yang Sen shook his head.
