He tried to swing his arms, and the handcuffs locking his arms made a series of metallic clanging sounds.
It was also like an angry shout.
The cheap, wrinkled red suit jacket was torn at the shoulder, revealing an equally dirty green shirt underneath.
At that moment, Roger felt like he had become a real clown.
Ridiculous, laughable, helpless...
"So you're planning to choose option two, right?"
The male police officer looked at Roger, who was roaring in frustration, narrowed his eyes, and asked with a fierce expression.
"No…"
"I don't…"
Upon hearing the officer's threat, Roger, who had just been agitated, immediately quieted down.
He stood there, stunned, and stammered, "Griffiths made you do this, didn't he? I knew it, I knew it..."
"You're all in cahoots. He's the speaker, you have to listen to him, that's for sure..."
"Shut up and put your damn fingerprint on this statement."
At this moment, the male police officer also lost his initial patience.
They simply grabbed Roger's right hand and forced him to press his fingerprint onto the record.
Roger's gaze swept over the contents of the transcript.
I vaguely saw words like "drug use," "accidental fall," and "suspected mental instability."
"ha…"
"Ha ha…"
"Ha ha ha ha…"
Rogerm suddenly felt like he had seen something funny.
He, who was in pain all over his body, was stunned for a moment.
He then couldn't help but burst into laughter in the interrogation room.
As my body trembled, the pain from the bruises and wounds on my face and body intensified.
However, the immense pain made Roger feel as if he had been given anesthesia, which made him laugh even more uncontrollably.
He sat in the chair with his hands handcuffed, his face covered in paint and a wide, grinning mouth.
The two police officers, a man and a woman, stared at Roger, who suddenly burst into uncontrollable laughter, and stood there dumbfounded.
So, this guy is a homeless man with mental problems...
However, I don't know why.
The obese policewoman watched as Roger, dressed as a clown, laughed maniacally.
Suddenly, it felt like something had struck my heart, and my brows furrowed.
The look that was originally full of disdain and mockery gradually softened with a hint of pity...
"Hahahaha... Ugh~"
Rogers laughed until he started to gag, then bent over and vomited directly onto the floor.
"Bang!"
The male officer walked over, turned off the camera, then turned around and punched Roger in the face without hesitation.
"I've run out of patience, get out of here!"
"If I ever see you again, I swear I'll shoot that shitty clown face of yours off!"
After saying that, the male police officer unlocked the handcuffs, grabbed Roger's collar, and pulled him up from his seat.
Then he opened the interrogation room door and pushed it open forcefully.
"Thank you, me too..."
However, Rogerm no longer showed the timid and fearful expression he had before.
After his maniacal laughter subsided, he adopted a cold, poker-faced expression.
Roger looked at the torn cuff of his red suit.
He tugged at his disheveled vest and shirt again, and straightened his collar while facing the nearby glass door.
I tidied my messy, greasy hair with both hands.
Then, amidst the questioning gazes of police officers or suspects passing by.
Wearing a red suit, Roger hunched slightly, stared blankly ahead, and walked towards the door.
At the end of the corridor, outside the open glass doors of the police station, the pitch-black night seemed like an endless abyss.
He silently watched as Roger, with his terrifying clown-like appearance, approached step by step...
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