The whole matter had nothing to do with him, and there was also an extremely strong witness, Emily Foster. The only thing he needed to remember was to stay calm—absolutely calm—and never reveal his secret. Otherwise, his future would surely be miserable. Realizing this, William Carter behaved in a very obedient and honest manner.

For William Carter, who had strictly followed all kinds of rules since childhood, this was his first time at a police station. Especially the interrogation room—this place, rumored to be gloomy and terrifying, was actually just a small room with good soundproofing and very poor lighting. The three police officers sitting behind the table, though all looking very serious, were still basically polite and did not display the viciousness William Carter had imagined.

The officer in the middle conducted the questioning, while the one on the left was responsible for taking notes. But William Carter knew that among the three, the officer on the right was actually in charge. That man had thick eyebrows, big eyes, a dignified appearance, steady movements, and sharp eyes. Although he hardly spoke, he dominated the entire questioning process.

William Carter didn’t need to observe deliberately; his keen sixth sense and telepathic abilities allowed him to clearly grasp all the information at the scene. This level of awareness was beyond the imagination of ordinary people. If William Carter wished, he could even clearly perceive every subtle change in the bodies and emotions of the three people across from him. This insight allowed William Carter to view the others from a higher vantage point.

The solemn and just atmosphere deliberately created by the three officers seemed pretentious and laughable under such insight. Therefore, after giving his name, age, and other identity information, William Carter refused to answer any other questions. He just kept repeating, “I’m innocent.”

William Carter knew very well in his heart that the more he said, the more mistakes he could make. After all, he also had secrets he couldn’t reveal, and there was still Emily Foster’s testimony outside. If their statements didn’t match, it would be even more troublesome. And in fact, he hadn’t done anything illegal, so he wasn’t afraid of the police investigation at all. That’s why William Carter stubbornly clenched his teeth and refused to say anything.

The three officers were all quite troubled by William Carter’s stubbornness. Judging by his clothes and demeanor, it was clear he was a young man with little social experience. For such a youth, accustomed to following rules, a few words of persuasion—both soft and hard—would usually make them confess quickly. But as the interrogation went on, William Carter only became more and more composed. Instead, it was the three officers who were starting to lose their cool.

“William Carter, as long as you truthfully explain what happened, we’ll verify it, and you can go home today. I think it’s better not to let your parents know about this, right? If you haven’t done anything, what are you afraid to say? But if you keep resisting like this, we’ll have to handle things officially, and you’ll have to bear all the consequences yourself…” The officer in the middle tried to persuade him earnestly, but William Carter acted as if he hadn’t heard, staring indifferently at the officer’s face without saying a word.

In the adjacent monitoring room, David Clark glared at the surveillance screen and said angrily, “This kid really refuses a toast only to drink a forfeit. Fine, I want to see how long you can hold out.” “Don’t let personal feelings affect your work. This boy may be stubborn, but there’s no evidence of anything, and with Miss Foster testifying for him, he’ll be out soon,” said Michael Bolton, the chief of the Ancheng Police Department, standing beside David Clark, in a calm tone.

As the chief of police in Ancheng, Michael Bolton naturally had his own position. Three police officers in Ancheng had died; if the case couldn’t be solved quickly, how much responsibility would he bear! Therefore, no matter what status Emily Foster had, Michael Bolton couldn’t just let him go. Michael Bolton could only hint at this much, trusting that an old hand like David Clark would understand his meaning.

Watching Michael Bolton leave, David Clark said darkly, “Turn off the monitors.” He understood perfectly well that the chief wanted to use him as a tool. He was wary of Miss Foster, but he was also unwilling to let go of such a big case so easily, so he was being made to play the bad guy. Even if Miss Foster got angry, she couldn’t blame him.

Still, he had no choice but to play the villain. Three colleagues had died; whether out of personal feelings or professional duty, he had to solve this major case as soon as possible. But being used by the cunning Michael Bolton left him extremely displeased. The only way to vent this frustration was on the one called William Carter.

When William Carter saw David Clark come in with a dark expression, he suddenly had a bad premonition. This guy exuded a heavy murderous aura, and the way he looked at him was like a hungry wolf eyeing its prey—sinister and deep.

David Clark gave William Carter a cold smile. “We meet again, kid. I keep my word—I’ll make you cry for your mom.” With that, he waved his hand. “Lower the soundproof panels…” The officer on the right stood up to intervene, “Old Clark, don’t be too impulsive.” Without turning his head, David Clark replied coldly, “John Harris, stay out of this. If anything happens, I’ll take responsibility.”

John Harris’s expression changed, but in the end, he said nothing and got up to leave. As he passed by William Carter, he suddenly said, “If you know anything, you’d better say it now, or else…” But William Carter couldn’t be intimidated so easily and shook his head silently. John Harris sighed softly, “This kid really is stubborn. He’ll regret it soon enough.”