Lazy Sailor's Book
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Nowhere to Escape
My entire family mysteriously died in one night, and I was actually taken to the police station as a suspect for questioning. "On the night of August 12th, between eight and twelve, where were you?" Perhaps out of consideration for a weak woman, the one questioning me was a female police officer. But her tone was anything but friendly, and the look in her eyes already revealed her disdain for a murderer. The glaring lights and the enclosed interrogation room made me feel a bit dizzy. I licked my cracked, painful lips; my throat felt tight and dry. After much effort, I finally managed to squeeze out a hoarse response: "I don't know."