After Han Kuan finished, Zhao Yu's face darkened. The atmosphere in the interrogation room immediately became quite tense.
"You're unbelievable!" Zhao Yu said. "Your quick wit has impressed me. I've just finished speaking, and you have already made up a perfect story to defend yourself and claim your innocence!"
"I didn't make it up! But, it was so long ago that I can't remember it all clearly! I only remember fighting with that man, but I didn't know that he was a criminal, not to mention that he was hit and killed by a truck afterward!" Han Kuan replied with confidence, as if he was not a suspect under interrogation at all!
"Don't you know that the more stories you make up, the more guilty you look?" Zhao Yu stared at Han Kuan fiercely, then asked, "Tell me, when you were at work in Guang'an, why did you go to Jiangxing? Your work should have been finished on December 25, but you didn't return to Beiqian until December 26!"