Seeing this, Karl closed his computer, looked up and said, "It seems that you don't believe me."
Joyce frowned, and still did not speak. Just now, a police officer came in and asked her why she had killed Stephanie, why she had tampered with the will, and how she had done it. She felt that she had been labeled as a criminal.
Karl stood up and stepped aside to look through the records of the previous interrogation. His dark pupils contracted slightly, Officer Longman had already come to question her privately. How strange was that? This was his case, and he had not asked Officer Longman to conduct a preliminary interview with Joyce.
Interesting, looked like someone could not wait to get involved.
This, in turn, aroused his desire to win.
The more something like this happened, the more he wanted to find out about the truth.
"Miss, would you like coffee, or milk tea? Lemon and honey water is also available." Karl asked slowly.
Joyce froze, not expecting Karl to ask this.
"It's a service that should be provided in the police department, don't overthink about it. You can ask for it." Karl smiled faintly.
"No, thanks." Joyce coldly rebuffed.
Karl didn't insist and left the interrogation room straight away and went out to pour a glass of lemon and honey water.
He walked back into the interrogation room and placed it on the table in front of Joyce. The lemon and honey water still steaming, wisps of rising white smoke standing out in the dark interrogation room.
"Good. So we'll start now, this pistol is yours?" Karl sat back in his seat and opened the computer again, "Joyce, you can choose to trust me. Just now, I have gone out and turned off the surveillance in the interrogation room. Now, no one can hear our conversation."
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