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Mark's laughter echoed in the interrogation room, a harsh and eerie sound. Claire whispered, "It wasn't me." Her voice trembled, filled with helplessness and fear.
She looked down at her hands, only to be horrified to find them covered in blood. Her fingers shook as she tried to wipe away the stains, but they wouldn't come off. The orange prison jumpsuit she wore was also stained with blood, the crimson spots like evidence of a crime that could never be washed away.
Claire's gaze shifted to the side, where she saw a knife embedded in Mark's chest. His head tilted at an odd angle, blood gushing from his right temple. A large bullet hole was visible beside his skull, blood pouring out endlessly, a chilling sight.
Mark's eyes were half-open, his lips still curled into that strange smile. He mocked her, saying, "Claire... you can't even fool yourself, let alone others."
Claire's heart raced, feeling as if a giant hand was pressing down on her chest, making it hard to breathe. She wanted to argue, to shout her innocence, but her throat felt blocked and no sound came out. Her eyes were filled with fear and despair; the scene before her trapped her in the shackles of reality.
"This isn't real..." she murmured softly, her voice barely audible. Her gaze was unfocused as she felt herself sinking into an endless nightmare from which she couldn't awaken no matter how hard she struggled.
Tears streamed silently down Claire's face as she helplessly stared at Mark's corpse, feeling the world collapse around her. She knew that no matter how much she defended herself or how firmly she insisted on her innocence, the cruelty of reality would not change.
"No..." she finally whispered, her voice filled with endless pain and despair. "I didn't do it..."
Just then, the door to the interrogation room swung open, and Lacia walked in. She looked at Claire's state with surprise on her face. "Claire, are you okay?"
Claire suddenly looked up and found Mark's body had vanished; her hands were free of bloodstains. Her heart still raced and her eyes remained wide with fear, but she struggled to calm herself.
"I'm... I'm fine," she said softly, her voice still trembling.
Lacia replied, "Detective Jack is currently unavailable. The folder with the photos is with him. He's on his way here now; he will continue the interrogation shortly. Is that alright?"
Claire nodded slightly and said, "No problem."
Lacia took a careful look at her; madness and rationality seemed to be intertwined within Claire. The wild beastly nature and chaotic mindset were suppressed deep within her, yet that madness and evil still lurked in her gaze and subtle expressions. Lacia felt a twinge of unease; she knew that this woman’s heart was filled with darkness and contradictions.
Claire sat quietly, her hands folded on the table. On the surface, she appeared to have calmed down, but Lacia could sense the struggle and repression within her. The flickering light in her eyes was sometimes calm and rational, sometimes mad and desperate, making it impossible to grasp her true emotions.
"Claire," Lacia said softly, "you need to stay calm. Once Detective Jack arrives, we will continue the investigation. I hope you can cooperate and help us find the truth."
Claire nodded, her gaze still hollow and indifferent. "I will, as long as I can clear my name."
Lacia looked at her again, her inner worries deepening. She knew that this case was far more complex than it appeared on the surface, and Claire's inner madness and darkness could erupt at any moment.
Lacia stood up, preparing to leave the interrogation room. "I'll leave you alone for a while; Jack will be here soon. Please try to remain calm."
Claire silently nodded as she watched Lacia leave. The moment the door closed, silence fell once more in the interrogation room. Claire lowered her head, looking at her hands as fear and despair surged within her once again.
Lacia closed the door and walked toward the adjacent monitoring room. She pushed open the door to find Poll and Jack inside. Sighing, she shook her head and said, "It's up to you now, Jack."
Jack nodded, his gaze fixed intently on Claire on the monitor. On the screen, Claire began to sing again; her voice was melodious yet trembled slightly, as if she were singing a sorrowful dirge. Her eyes were vacant, and a strange smile lingered on her face, making her appear incredibly contradictory and fragile.
Jack observed her every move carefully, pondering how to conduct the upcoming interrogation. "She clearly has intense pain related to past memories," Jack mused. "These bizarre behaviors are all attempts to alleviate past trauma."
Poll frowned as he watched Claire on the screen. "At this rate, it will be difficult for us to obtain useful information from her. Her mental state is very unstable; she could break down at any moment."
Jack nodded, feeling heavy-hearted. "I know, but we need to find a breakthrough. I will do my best to calm her down and find that glimmer of reason within her."
Lacia stood beside him, taking a deep breath. "Jack, I believe you can do it. Her pain and trauma are not beyond our understanding, but we must make her realize that only by facing reality can she find relief."
Jack looked back at the screen, his gaze filled with determination and resolve. "I will try. There must be deep-seated reasons behind her behavior; we need to uncover that reason to truly help her."
Claire's singing echoed in the monitoring room, almost like a silent protest and a cry of despair. Jack felt the pressure in his heart growing heavier, but he knew that no matter how difficult it was, he had to confront everything, find the truth, and seek justice for Claire and the victims.
"Alright, I'll go prepare and then talk to her," Jack said, his eyes still fixed on the screen.
Lacia and Poll nodded, watching Jack leave the monitoring room.
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