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Claire slowly said, "I... I didn't go to Mark's House that day. I'm... quite sure of it."
Lacia looked at Claire, her eyes filled with a hint of inquiry. "So, you’re saying you were around the vicinity?"
Claire lowered her head, not responding, as the inner struggle made it hard for her to react immediately. Her fingers trembled slightly, as if she were contemplating how to answer the question.
Seeing this, Lacia's tone became gentler yet firm. "Claire, I think you already know that the news outside is reporting on your situation. I believe you are not a cold-hearted person; I still see a human side in you."
Claire raised her head, her eyes shimmering with tears and confusion. She knew Lacia was speaking the truth, but she still felt immense fear and unease.
"Claire, I really need you to be honest as soon as possible; it would be beneficial for both of us," Lacia continued, her tone carrying a hint of pleading. "If you can face yourself and us honestly, we can truly help you."
Claire took a deep breath, feeling the pressure inside her growing heavier. She knew that no matter how much she tried to escape, she could not change reality in the end. She needed to confront everything and find that faint glimmer of hope.
"I really didn't go to Mark's House," she said again softly, her voice filled with determination and pain. "But I might have been nearby. I don't know what I was doing; I just... just wanted to be closer to him."
Lacia thought Claire was about to continue speaking and prepared to hear more details about that night when Claire suddenly burst into tears. Her emotions crumbled in an instant; tears flowed uncontrollably as she trembled and said, "Officer... I want to know how many photos were found in that camera? And... there was a newlywed couple who asked me to help them take wedding photos... Oh... my God, I don't want them to miss out on the most important thing in their lives..."
Claire's sobs echoed in the interrogation room, leaving Lacia stunned; she had never expected such a reaction. She considered herself experienced with countless ruthless individuals, but encountering someone like Claire—who still worried about others at such a critical moment—was a first for her. They were already discussing Claire's own future matters, yet she still had time to think about others.
Lacia took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. She approached Claire and softened her tone slightly. "Claire, we will take care of those photos; you don’t need to worry. What we need now is your cooperation to help us clarify the truth about that night."
Claire still couldn't stop crying; her hands covered her face as tears continued to stream down. "I really don’t want to let them down; those photos are too important for them... They said it was the most important moment of their lives, and I don’t want them to miss out on their most precious memories..."
Her voice gradually choked up, her words becoming incoherent, revealing her inner pain and anxiety. Lacia looked at her, feeling a twinge of sympathy, but she knew this was not the time to express emotions. She had to guide Claire back to the case and uncover the truth of that night.
"Lacia said seriously, 'Claire, I hope you can focus right now. The matter of the newlyweds you mentioned is not important to you at this moment, do you understand? What you're discussing now is your future; you have a very high chance of being locked away in prison for life! Or being injected with a lethal drug and dying! Do you understand? This is not a game; this is your life! What you're facing is not a simple accusation but a trial that could ruin your entire life!'
Lacia paused for a moment, her gaze fixed intently on Claire's eyes, wanting to ensure her words would resonate with Claire's heart. 'Claire, there’s no escaping this time; you have nowhere to run. Too much evidence points to you! Your fingerprints, blood prints, eyewitnesses—all lead back to you. Do you know what that means? It means if you don’t cooperate, if you don’t come clean, you won’t be able to prove your innocence, and you'll never escape these charges.'
Upon hearing Lacia's words, Claire's expression suddenly became vacant, her face adorned with a strange smile as if her soul had departed from this world. Her gaze lost focus, seemingly reminiscing about distant memories or evading the reality before her.
'For life... locked in prison... or dead...' she murmured, her voice hollow and weak as if self-hypnotizing. 'This is not a game...'
Her smile grew increasingly eerie, revealing a hint of madness and despair. Lacia watched her, feeling a chill in her heart. She had seen many criminals react in various ways when faced with reality, but it was rare to encounter someone like Claire who suddenly lost their sanity.
'Claire,' Lacia tried to bring her attention back, urgency lacing her tone. 'You need to focus and come back to reality. We are here to help you, but you must cooperate and face the truth. This is not the time to evade; you must confront all of this.'
Lacia took a deep breath and continued, 'You might think avoiding reality will make you feel better for a moment, but that's just a temporary illusion. Every second is passing by; every piece of evidence is against you. You must seize this opportunity to tell the truth and fight for a glimmer of hope for yourself. Claire, do you understand? This isn't me threatening you; it's the harshness of reality. Only you can change this situation.'
To Lacia's words, Claire seemed still lost in thought, her eyes vacant and confused. Suddenly she coldly asked, 'Yesterday... can I still see Detective Jack's photo?'
Lacia frowned and asked, 'A photo? Is looking at a photo useful for you? Can it help you recall what happened?'
Claire's gaze remained distant as she softly replied, 'I don't know... but maybe I can find some clues...'
Lacia looked at Claire, filled with conflicting emotions. Claire rested her chin on one hand, tilting her head as she looked at Lacia with an expression that conveyed both indifference and provocation. This gesture made Lacia uneasy; the hostility was very apparent, especially towards women. This also aligned with their psychological profile of Claire: harboring animosity towards women while idolizing men and yearning for self-expression.'
"Lacia," Claire said, trying to keep her tone calm, "I can show you those photos, but you have to tell me if this will really help us uncover the truth."
Claire's lips curled into a slight, enigmatic smile. "Maybe it will, maybe it won't, but I'm willing to try. I need some clues to clear my mind."
Lacia replied, "Alright... Jack is my superior, so I'll go consult him first." She then stood up and pushed the door open, leaving the interrogation room.
After Lacia left, Claire felt a bit more relaxed. She took a deep breath, sensing that the oppressive atmosphere seemed to lessen with the departure of the annoying woman. Her gaze wandered around the interrogation room, searching for a hint of comfort and peace.
At that moment, Claire suddenly sensed movement nearby. She turned her head and was surprised to see Mark sitting beside her, laughing unabashedly.
"Hahaha... look at what you've gotten yourself into!" Mark mocked, his eyes filled with sarcasm and disdain.
Claire's expression darkened instantly as she said with slight anger, "Stop joking around; this is serious!" Her voice carried suppressed fury and helplessness, clearly indicating her dissatisfaction with Mark's presence.
Mark continued to laugh, unfazed by Claire's emotions. "Serious? You're here being interrogated; how serious can it get? Claire, do you really think you can escape all of this?"
Claire's heart was filled with conflict and pain as she struggled to calm herself and not let Mark's words affect her emotions. "I don't know, but I have to try. This is my only chance."
Mark's smile grew even more sinister as he leaned closer to Claire and whispered, "Do you really think they will believe you? All the evidence points to you, Claire. You have nowhere to run."
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