I looked away and said blandly, "The desire for food and sex is a part of human nature!"
He sneered and said, "I know what happened to Hendrix. I'll think of a way. You can leave now!" There was a hint of impatience and disdain.
I pursed my lips and ignored his words. Then, I said, "The police found a body at the crime scene. The face was disfigured. The body's shape and built were very similar to Hendrix's and he even had the same watch. But I'm sure that it's not Hendrix. Someone wanted to confuse us."
He looked at me and said sarcastically, "If that's the case, then shouldn't you be bawling your eyes out?"
I blinked then looked at him with my eyebrows knitted. "Are you saying that we should play along?"
A smile tugged at his lips. "You're not very stupid."
Always with the mean words.
I nodded and looked at him. "What will you do?"
He shrugged. "What else can I do? Of course, I'll wait quietly!"
I frowned. "What do you mean?"
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