No Choice

"Well, you guessed it right. We did find the real murderer." Jefferson smiled coldly and then disclosed, "My colleague found the weapon used for the murder, which was a necktie, in Pablo's house. The victim was killed in the living room of Pablo's house." "Well, as I said, I'm not the killer, but that b*stard." Salman felt relieved and sat in a relaxed posture. "You actually believed him and suspected me. However, I know you're just doing your job, so I won't blame you. Now, can I go home?" Jefferson smirked. "I'm sorry! I'm afraid you won't be able to go home for decades." "I didn't kill anyone. Why aren't you letting me go? What do you want?" Salman thought for a moment and then added, "Did Pablo offer you some benefits and asked you to frame me for the murder?" "Tell me, do you think Pablo is stupid?" asked Jefferson. Salman replied, "He's certainly not stupid. He's a cunning man." "Since he isn't stupid, why didn't he destroy the evidence after committing the murder? Instead, he le