Mo Ran looked at it and hurriedly defended herself, "It’s true that my fingerprints are on it, but it’s because the nurse asked his family to go down and pay the hospital fees, and I was also about to leave. I saw there was water on the floor, so I helped clean it up. At the same time, I noticed that his oxygen mask was crooked, and I just straightened it. I didn’t remove his oxygen mask."
"But your fingerprints were the only ones found."
"How would I know, I just know I didn’t do it!"
"Yet all the evidence points to you as the murderer!"
"You can’t conclude I’m the killer just because of a fingerprint!" Mo Ran said angrily, realizing she was having some difficulty breathing.
Perhaps it was too much tension, too much anger.
"I advise you to confess for your own good. Dragging this out won’t benefit you. leniency for those who confess, severity for those who resist. Once we uncover the whole truth, you will undoubtedly face the law’s severe punishment!"
"No matter what you say, I didn’t kill anyone. Even if it kills me, I won’t admit it!"
"You won’t shed tears until you see the coffin!" the man slammed his hand on the table, "Even a seriously ill old man you wouldn’t spare, do you have any conscience at all!"
Mo Ran defiantly met his gaze, "I’ve said it, I didn’t kill the person! Are you even a police officer to frame me with just a fingerprint?!"
"Whether you’ve been wronged or not, you know in your heart!"
"I’m very clear in my heart." Mo Ran sneered, so this was the so-called people’s police serving the citizens?
He wasn’t questioning her; he was outright coercing a confession.
Opening her mouth wide, Mo Ran took several deep breaths but still could not suppress her heart rate and a sense of panic.
"You don’t have to admit it; we have our ways to make you confess." The man signaled to the two men beside him with his eyes.
They walked over, handcuffed Mo Ran’s hands behind the chair, and then moved the chair up to the table.
Mo Ran felt very alarmed, "What are you doing?!"
The glaring desk lamp suddenly shone on her face, and she instinctively closed her eyes, turning her head to one side. But to her dismay, another blinding white light hit her from the other side.
Two lamps with excessively high wattage shot directly onto her face, leaving her no place to hide.
Mo Ran, with her eyes tightly shut, asked coldly, "Are you going to interrogate me?"
This was illegal; how could they do this!
"If you admit that you killed him, you won’t have to suffer ." It was still that man’s voice. This text is hosted at novelFirｅ.net