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Claire looked at the photo, crying uncontrollably, tears streaming down onto the image, yet she continued to deny, "It's not me, it can't be me..."
Jack sighed and took the folder, flipping through it until he found the photo he wanted. He pushed the photo in front of Claire and pointed out the details, saying, "This photo... it appears someone was dragging Mark's body and accidentally took this picture while doing so. Look, this is your foot, and these are even your pants."
Jack accurately pointed out the details in the photo and looked at Claire, waiting for her reaction. However, after looking at the photo, Claire suddenly calmed down, a glimmer of determination flashing in her eyes. She took a deep breath, wiped away her tears, and reiterated, "It's not me, officer. This is definitely not me. My pants are not patterned like this."
Jack frowned in surprise. Claire's calmness and determination made him feel that this case was becoming more complicated. He scrutinized the details in the photo again and then looked at Claire's expression. "Claire," he said in a low and serious tone, "the image captured in this photo is very clear; your foot and the details of your pants are right there. Are you sure this isn't you?"
Claire nodded again, her tone firm: "Detective, I swear this isn't me. I remember my pants being completely different that night, and this scar on the ankle isn't mine either. I know you want to find the real culprit, but it really isn't me."
Jack sighed silently, feeling a bit annoyed by Claire's constant evasion. He organized his thoughts and then said calmly but firmly, "Setting aside the evidence from these photos, there are blood prints, fingerprints all over the crime scene, and even traces that you've wiped away. Claire, the evidence is conclusive; everything points to you as the murderer."
Claire's face turned even paler, but she still insisted on denying it, her voice trembling as she said, "That's impossible; it can't be true. If it were me, I wouldn't have done those things. I... I would have at least worn gloves or something."
Jack looked at her coldly, his annoyance growing stronger. He knew that Claire's evasions could no longer cover up the facts. "Claire," he said more sternly, "you say you would wear gloves; then explain why we found your fingerprints and palm prints at the scene? These are undeniable pieces of evidence."
A flicker of panic crossed Claire's eyes; her lips trembled slightly as if trying to find a reasonable explanation. "I... I don't know; someone must be framing me, officer. Someone deliberately left my fingerprints at the scene to set me up!"
Jack shook his head helplessly; he knew Claire had nowhere to retreat but to use such absurd reasoning to cover her crimes. "Claire," he said coldly, "every detail points to you; this evidence cannot be fabricated. You need to face reality and admit your guilt."
However, this interrogation continued without any substantial results due to Claire's endless evasions. Every word she spoke and every action she took seemed aimed at concealing the truth, leaving Jack feeling incredibly frustrated. Faced with Claire's stubbornness, he felt helpless as well. Deep down, he knew that all signs and behaviors repeatedly proved that Claire was lying, yet she still refused to admit it.
"Claire," Jack sighed wearily, his tone filled with helplessness and disappointment, "this evidence is already clear enough. You must face reality and admit everything you've done."
Claire remained unyielding, insisting on her defense, "It's impossible, Detective! This is all a misunderstanding; I never did any of those things!"
There was a hint of madness in her voice, and her eyes flickered with desperation and stubbornness. Jack looked at her, feeling a wave of exhaustion wash over him. He knew that this interrogation might not yield any substantial progress today.
Jack's heart was filled with helplessness, but he maintained his calm and professionalism. He understood that facing such a complex and cunning opponent required patience and perseverance. "Claire, you can keep denying it, but the evidence doesn't lie. You will be exposed sooner or later for the crimes you've committed."
A flash of panic crossed Claire's eyes, but she quickly regained her composure, still insisting on her defense, "I didn't do those things; you must be mistaken!"
Jack shook his head in resignation, knowing that this psychological battle was far from over. He decided to temporarily halt this fruitless interrogation and look for other evidence to completely dismantle Claire's defenses.
"Alright, Claire," Jack said in a calm tone, "we'll end today's interrogation here, but we will continue our investigation to find more evidence to prove your guilt. You cannot escape the consequences of the law."
Jack left the interrogation room and locked the door behind him before heading to the adjacent monitoring room. He felt a wave of fatigue and massaged his temples vigorously. This long and fruitless interrogation had drained him. Lacia handed him a cup of coffee with a smile, saying, "You've worked hard... Detective."
Jack accepted the coffee, nodding gratefully as he took a sip, trying to wake himself up a bit. The atmosphere in the room remained tense, with Poll still sitting in his chair, fixated on the monitor.
"What is that woman... doing?" Poll furrowed his brow.
Jack followed Poll's gaze to the screen and was shocked to see Claire standing on her hands in the interrogation room. Her feet were firmly planted on the ground while her hands supported her head; this bizarre posture was confusing and unsettling.
"What is she doing?" Jack muttered under his breath, feeling an inexplicable anger and helplessness. He knew that every move Claire made could be a strategy to distract them or buy herself more time.
"This woman is truly a tough opponent," Lacia remarked with a hint of sarcasm and frustration. "Every one of her actions challenges our patience."
Jack nodded and sighed deeply. "Yeah, but we can't let her lead us around by the nose. Her evasions and tricks won't change the facts. The truth will eventually come to light, and we will find solid evidence."
Poll continued to stare at the screen, a hint of confusion and curiosity in his eyes. "What do you think she's doing this for? Is it part of a psychological game, or has she really lost her mind?"
Lacia replied with a smile, "Well... she must know that everything is being recorded. Her erratic behavior here might even serve as crucial evidence for her mental evaluation later... who knows? Maybe she just wants to do a handstand?"
Hearing this, Jack shook his head with a wry smile. He knew Claire was not that simple; every action she took could hide deeper meanings. "No matter what her intentions are, we have to stay vigilant. She might be trying to mislead us, making us doubt her mental state."
Poll still stared at the screen, his expression filled with confusion and helplessness. "This woman is truly a tough opponent. Every move she makes leaves us baffled."
"Yeah," Jack sighed, then took the coffee Lacia handed him and took a sip, trying to wake himself up a bit. "Her tricks won't change the facts. No matter how much she pretends to be crazy, we must persist in finding the truth."
On the surveillance screen, Claire remained upside down, seemingly indifferent to their discussion. Jack looked at her, silently resolving that he must win this confrontation in the end. He set down his coffee cup, ready to continue this prolonged battle; no matter how long it took, he would not give up.
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