"Stay honest!" The policeman next to her pressed her shoulder again, hitting it hard, "Answer as you're asked! Stop going off track!"
"Don't touch me!" Tong Ran jerked her head away, "Considering the kind of sell-myself person I am, I might have AIDS. Aren't you afraid I'll bite you and pass it on?"
"..."
The policemen exchanged glances, surprisingly, none dared to step forward.
Tong Ran moved her handcuffed wrists, her shoulders heavy, almost crushing her, "Go on with the questioning. I'll need to sleep when I get tired."
The policeman opposite her pushed the gun out a bit, "Why use a gun?"
"I like it."
"Typically, murders are committed with a dagger or knife. Using a gun must have a special reason."
"Shooting feels great, is that not okay?" Tong Ran looked at the gun, recalling what Mo Nanjue once said jokingly, "I just love the feeling of firing, the moment it hits the heart with a bang, it feels so satisfying. You know?"
"..."
