A few men rushed in, led by a middle-aged man who flashed his police badge: "We are the police."

　　"What are you doing in my house?"

　　"We suspect you are connected to a rape case. This is a search warrant," said Brian Hall.

　　Frank Thompson looked somewhat innocent: "Is there some kind of misunderstanding?"

　　"We're here to investigate so we can clear your name. We hope you'll cooperate."

　　Paul Bennett waved his hand: "Search. Be thorough."

　　"I haven't done anything. How could I be involved in this kind of case?" Frank Thompson argued.

　　Paul Bennett stared at him: "Frank Thompson, where were you on the night of June 18th?"

　　"It's been so long, I can't remember."

　　"Let me remind you. You went to Central Park."

　　"Oh, now I remember. I think I heard there was a rape case in Central Park around that time," Frank Thompson seemed to recall:

　　"But a lot of people go to Central Park. That doesn't mean I have anything to do with the case."

　　"We found your DNA sample at the scene," said Paul Bennett.

　　Frank Thompson showed a look of surprise: "That's impossible!"

　　"Heh, don't be overconfident," Paul Bennett chuckled, saying no more.

　　From the current state of the case, Frank Thompson had some counter-investigation ability. To convict him, they'd still need evidence.

　　A moment later, Lily Turner walked over: "No tools related to the crime were found in the master bedroom."

　　James Reed also shook his head: "Nothing in the bathroom either."

　　David Thompson said, "Nothing in the kitchen."

　　Hearing this, Frank Thompson smiled: "See? I told you, I have nothing to do with this case. I'm innocent."

　　Brian Hall snorted: "You're saying that a bit too soon."

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　　Paul Bennett raised his chin: "Brian Hall, did you find anything over there?"

　　Brian Hall didn't answer directly, instead turning to Frank Thompson: "The underwear on the balcony, whose is it?"

　　"Mine."

　　Brian Hall smiled: "You wear women's underwear?"

　　"It's my girlfriend's," Frank Thompson's face turned a bit ugly.

　　"In this whole apartment, aside from one piece of women's underwear, there isn't a single women's item. Who are you trying to fool?"

　　Lily Turner took a photo and sent it to the victim for identification.

　　A moment later, Lily Turner received a reply.

　　"Captain Bennett, this underwear is the same style the victim was wearing that day."

　　"What does that prove? There’s more than one piece of the same style of underwear," Frank Thompson shouted.

　　David Thompson walked over, took it down with gloved hands, and sniffed it: "It's original, hasn't been washed, just hung up."

　　"You have this kind of fetish?" Brian Hall teased, his words carrying a double meaning.

　　"Take him in," Paul Bennett waved his hand. As long as the underwear had the victim's biological material, the chain of evidence would be complete.

　　……

　　Qindao City Sub-Bureau, interrogation room.

　　Frank Thompson sat in the interrogation chair, looking around uneasily.

　　Brian Hall and Paul Bennett were in charge of the interrogation, with a video camera set up nearby.

　　"Name, age, place of origin…"

　　"Frank Thompson, 25 years old, Qindao City…"

　　"Frank Thompson, where were you on the night of June 18th?"

　　"I had dinner, then went for a walk in Central Park," said Frank Thompson.

　　"Have you ever seen the victim?"

　　"No."

　　"Have you ever been to the crime scene?"

　　"No."

　　"Then why was your white genetic material found at the scene?" asked Brian Hall.

　　Frank Thompson looked resolute: "Impossible. That white genetic material isn't mine."

　　"How can you be so sure?"

　　"Because I didn't do it."

　　"How do you explain the underwear found in your home?" Brian Hall pressed.

　　"I picked it up."

　　"Didn't you say you never went to the crime scene?"

　　Frank Thompson hesitated for a moment: "I picked it up near the entrance to the park. Maybe the suspect dropped it there."

　　"Frank Thompson, you're overconfident. We did find your biological material at the crime scene, which proves you were there."

　　"Don't try to trick me. I never went to the crime scene, and there wouldn't be any of my white genetic material there."

　　"Biological material doesn't just refer to white genetic material," said Brian Hall.

　　"What do you mean?"

　　"We found your pubic hair at the crime scene."

　　"I…" Frank Thompson's face instantly turned pale.

　　"Our chain of evidence is solid. There's no point in arguing," Brian Hall stood up, placing several photos in front of Frank Thompson:

　　"At 5 a.m. on June 18th, you went to Yindu Foot Massage and picked up some unlucky guy's white genetic material."

　　"Around 8 p.m., you went to Central Park. There's video footage of you at the entrance."

　　"After committing the crime, you placed the white genetic material you picked up on the victim, trying to frame someone else. Unfortunately, it was too dark, and you didn't notice your own hair had fallen at the scene."

　　Frank Thompson stared at the photos, clenching his fists tightly.

　　Brian Hall's tone was stern: "Frank Thompson, confess and you'll get leniency; resist and you'll be dealt with harshly. Only by coming clean can you hope for a lighter sentence."