Her lips were already bitten through, the blood clotted; they no longer looked rosy and plump but like cracked, parched earth.
Her complexion was pale, as if all the blood had drained from her body.
"If you admit that you killed him, we’ll let you go to sleep right away. You should know, if you don’t confess, we have many ways of torturing people into admitting it."
Mo Ran tugged at the corner of his mouth, revealing a hint of a cold smile, "You... just want to frame me... don’t you?"
"We’re not framing you, your fingerprints are the only ones on there, you are the murderer."
"I’ve said... it wasn’t me who removed the oxygen mask..." she rasped.
"It’s typical for murderers not to admit they’re the culprit. Do you know about a serial killer? He had a strong psyche, and a tight lip, after being interrogated for a week he still hadn’t confessed. In the end, he couldn’t withstand the torture and admitted. Sometimes, death is more merciful than life. If you don’t want to live a life worse than death, you’d better choose to admit."
Mo Ran didn’t even feel like scoffing anymore.
Another bout of silence followed, and in the interrogation room, only her ragged breathing could be heard. Mo Ran felt the panic inside her growing stronger, not just from fear, but for another reason entirely.
She suddenly shuddered—could it be that the Black Angel was about to act up?
She didn’t know if there were any signs before an episode, but her intuition told her that a racing, gasping heart was definitely a sign.
She tried to calm her heartbeat, to breathe deeply; she couldn’t have an episode now, or she would suffer even more.
"It’s already 3 a.m., you really have stamina. But let me tell you, there are still five hours until 8 a.m., which means 300 minutes, 18,000 seconds. Let’s see if you can endure these 18,000 seconds. However, 10 seconds have already passed, time really crawls by."
Smoke billowed in front of her; Mo Ran’s throat was already hoarse from coughing, speaking a single word caused her pain.
She kept her mouth tightly shut, not saying a word.
The glaring light had been shining for too long, her skin was losing a lot of moisture, dry and painful. If they continued , she feared her eyes and throat would be destroyed.
Would someone come to save her after dawn?
How she wished Gu Yixuan would come to her rescue right away...
"Admit it, once you do, we’ll give you water to drink, let you sleep."