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Jack pressed the intercom on the desk and said loudly, "Take away subject number 3721, thank you."
A few minutes later, two Guards entered the interrogation room and pushed open the door. With expressionless faces, they told Claire, "You cannot leave tonight; you are being detained due to serious suspicions against you."
At first, Claire appeared calm, even with a slight smile at the corners of her mouth, seeming composed. However, this calm facade did not last long. Her shoulders began to tremble slightly, tears welled up uncontrollably, and soon she was crying uncontrollably, her sobs filled with sorrow and helplessness.
The Guards exchanged glances, feeling a twinge of unease. Claire's emotional shift was so drastic that it made them question whether her behavior was genuine. Her cries echoed in the interrogation room, sounding particularly desolate and exaggerated.
Jack watched this scene from the monitoring room, filled with complex emotions. He knew that Claire's performance might just be an attempt to elicit sympathy, but he could not let that sway him. He took a deep breath and said to Lacia and Poll, "We cannot be influenced by her emotions; we must stay strong and find more evidence to prove her guilt."
Poll remained seated in his chair, staring intently at the monitor. He frowned and said, "This woman is truly elusive, but we will find a breakthrough."
Jack nodded, his determination strengthened. "No matter how difficult it is, we must unravel this mystery and ensure justice is served."
Claire was escorted out of the interrogation room by the Guards. Her cries were still filled with despair and helplessness, evoking a pang of sympathy in those who heard them. However, Jack knew he could not be swayed by these emotions. He had to remain calm and rational to achieve victory in this psychological battle.
As Claire was led down the corridor, she suddenly stopped in her tracks, glanced back at the interrogation room, then lowered her head and continued to be escorted. Her steps seemed heavy, each one filled with struggle and despair.
At that moment, Lacia pulled out a newspaper tucked under her arm and pointed to the headline. It boldly reported on Claire's case: "Venomous Beauty's Passionate Murder! After Killing Her Lover Coldly Dismembered Him, Stabbing Twenty-Eight Times and Executing a Close-Range Headshot; Gruesome Scenes Shock the Public!"
Seeing this headline made Jack furrow his brow in unease. Below the headline were details related to the case and excerpts from interviews with Mark's friends before his death; the details were gruesome and sensationalized. Claire's face was enlarged on the newspaper, her cold gaze and disheveled hair making her look like a typical femme fatale.
Lacia sighed, her tone filled with helplessness and indignation: "This case has become a media sensation; everyone is talking about Claire and portraying her as a heartless killer. This does not help our investigation at all."
Jack took a deep breath and, after a moment of contemplation, spoke with a hint of determination, "Actually, this kind of report might become our breakthrough. Claire is already seen by the public as a cold-blooded killer without any remorse. If she wants to prove that she is not that kind of person, she might be more willing to cooperate with us, at least showing some regret in her testimony."
Lacia nodded, her eyes reflecting a glimmer of hope. "That's right, Jack. If we can use this pressure to make her feel the weight of public opinion, she might be more inclined to cooperate, which would also benefit her during the upcoming trial."
Poll then added, "We can leverage this point to make her understand that only by confessing everything and showing her remorse can she change the public's perception of her. This might give her a chance for leniency during the trial."
Jack nodded again, his resolve strengthening. "Alright, let's do it this way. We'll use the media pressure to make her feel the harshness of reality; this may be our only breakthrough right now."
The three exchanged determined glances and began planning how to use this strategy to break through Claire's psychological defenses. They knew that this psychological battle was far from over, but they had found new hope and direction.
Claire was asked to change into an orange prison uniform, a color symbolizing her current situation—isolated and punished. She looked down at herself, trembling; the coldness of the uniform seemed to penetrate her skin and reach deep into her heart. Two guards escorted her on either side as they walked down the cold detention center corridor. The corridor was empty, with only the sound of her footsteps echoing in the air, as if reminding her of this cold and merciless reality.
There was no one else in the detention center; the empty corridor and chilly atmosphere made Claire feel an overwhelming sense of oppression. She walked step by step, filled with fear and despair. Each step felt like walking on the edge of a cliff; she didn't know if she would suddenly fall.
As she entered the cell, the door slammed shut behind her with a heavy sound. That noise felt like a verdict against her, ruthlessly declaring that she had been isolated from the outside world. Claire immediately turned around, grasping the bars and shouted at the two guards who had just left: "Sir! How long will I be locked up here? Please... tell me..."
The guards remained expressionless; one coldly replied, "You'll be interrogated again tomorrow. Depending on what happens then, we may apply for a transfer or something similar. After all, you are currently the prime suspect."
Claire's hands gripped the bars tightly, her knuckles turning white from the strain as despair and fear flickered in her eyes. "No, please don't do this... I'm begging you..."
The guards ignored her pleas and turned to leave. Watching their retreating figures intensified Claire's fear and helplessness. As their footsteps faded away, she felt a wave of coldness and loneliness wash over her. She leaned weakly against the bars, tears streaming down her face once more; at that moment, she felt completely isolated and helplessly trapped in this cold reality.
Claire slowly slid down to the floor, hugging her knees as she cried silently. She felt as if the walls around her were slowly closing in, suffocating every inch of space and making it hard for her to breathe.
Claire curled up in the corner, sobbing uncontrollably as tears streamed down her cheeks, soaking her face. She felt a silent rage building within her, a sense of helplessness and despair that made it almost impossible to breathe. Her thoughts were a tangled mess, filled with dissatisfaction with reality and regret for herself.
Suddenly, she slammed her hand against the ground, producing a dull thud. Her anger could no longer be suppressed, and she shouted, "Damn it! Screw you!" Her voice echoed in the empty detention center, sounding particularly desolate and powerless.
However, this outburst of anger had no effect; the air remained cold and silent. Claire's hand struck the ground, pain radiating through her palm as it turned red and swollen. She looked at her hand helplessly, feeling a wave of despair wash over her.
Tears flowed again as she leaned weakly against the wall, feeling suffocated by reality. In that moment, she realized that her anger and curses were futile; they only plunged her deeper into pain and helplessness.
Her heart was filled with anger towards herself and the world, but she knew she could only grit her teeth and endure, waiting for tomorrow to come. That might be her only hope, the only chance to change her fate. This night was destined to be long and painful, and all she could do was silently cry and wait in this endless darkness.
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