"Don't move!"
As soon as she finished speaking, a sharp "smack" rang out, and Hannah slapped Wolfgang again. Wolfgang not only took the full force of the slap, but his hat was also knocked off his head.
"Do you know what you've done?" Hannah poked her head out and questioned Wolfgang in a strange tone and with a distorted expression.
Wolfgang, his face red from the slap, trembled as he said, "I know."
But Hannah had lost all sense of normal logic; she suddenly burst into laughter, pressing her fingers against Wolfgang's cheek and poking him forcefully as she said:
"Look at you, your face is all red, you look like a clown."
"Mr. Clown, is this your stage?"
"I am very sad."
"I'd like to hear a joke. What kind of performance have you prepared?"
Hannah, whose mind was sometimes lucid and sometimes confused, was uttering what seemed like incoherent ramblings. The officials who had rushed to Wolfgang's side could no longer bear to listen, and they tried to pull Wolfgang away.
"Enough, don't listen to this madman's nonsense, it's time to go."
"You all leave immediately!"
Wolfgang broke free from the officials' grasp and said to Hannah:
"I'm sorry, we..."
But before he could finish speaking, Hannah's expression changed to one of anger, and she suddenly screamed:
Who are you apologizing to?!
"who?!"
She turned around abruptly, pointing at the crowd behind her, but the people behind her remained silent, only looking at her with complicated expressions.
Hannah spun around again, her dirty dress stained with mud and blood, its original color long since replaced by a murky reddish-black.
"Who? Who is he apologizing to?"
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