小滿 [8] / [9]
After a few seconds, their movements stopped. Marcello laid down on the bed. Daisy got to her feet and disappeared from the screen.
After awhile, she came back with a tray with 2 glasses and a bottle half full of some liquid. She put the tray down on the bedside table and handed a glass to him. He said thanks, and gulped it at once. She grinned widely as she saw him drink. She pour another glass for him and he drank it all down once again.
And the screen changed to the dungeon, where the video opened. Cynthia and Alexander both gasped.
Marcello was tied to a chair, and seemed to have lost consciousness entirely. Daisy was standing right in front of him with the knife. Alexander thought that knife must be the same one which they found on the ground of the junk yard. He tried to look at it more closely, so frowning, he got closer to the screen and . . .
Smack! Blood sprayed onto the camera, covering the lens. Without hesitation, she stabbed his neck, again, and stabbed his heart several times. Cynthia was covering her mouth. It was still unimaginable even though they were watching this directly. Daisy stabbed this unarmed man for a few minutes. The screen went black.
“Enough. We have all that evidence we need. Let’s not wait anymore.”
Cynthia spoke firmly, but her voice was shuddering slightly. They had to apply for a warrant for Diasy-Liza’s custody.
Alexander interrogated her before getting a warrant. Cynthia told him she would do it, but he insisted firmly. Sarah might tell him something in her excitement to meet her almost-victim again. With this perfect evidence, her statement wasn’t actually necessary, but Alexander wanted to ask her various things.
Liza came to the interrogation room. She had dark circles under her eyes, and appeared more guant.
“She almost doesn’t eat,”
the guard who looked after Liza told Alexander.
Liza sat opposite Alexander. Cynthia was behind him, observing Liza. Unlike their expectation, there was neither excitement nor surprise on Sarah’s face, she even glanced at Alexander.
“Your name?”
“…….”
“Liza Mills, isn’t it?”
“…….”
“You know me, don’t you?”
“…….”
“Look, Mills. Look at me.”
“…….”