"What do you mean?"

Mu Chudi asked.

Didn't she bring her into the police station in the police field?

Van Gogh clenched his lip and stopped talking. His eyes were filled with a trace of anger.

"What do I mean you don't understand?"

"Mu, the more you live, the more you fall back. Homer himself sent you to the police station because you killed his grandmother."

Van Gogh did not want to go around with Mu Chu's flute, so he answered the question directly.

Mu Chudi shook his head in disbelief. "It's not me, I don't have it."

"Isn't there evidence that someone else was present?"

The evidence is still...