The next day, Thursday morning, in a temporarily borrowed interrogation room in New York Long Island, an elderly white man in a suit with a slicked-back hairdo sat emotionless behind the interrogation table, staring at Luo An and said:
"Listen, Mr. FBI, I didn't kill anyone. The murderer isn't me. I'm not the killer, OK?"
Looking at Professor Marins, who seemed proper on the surface, Luo An smiled as he picked up his coffee and took a sip, saying:
"Such words coming from a pedophile's mouth don't seem very credible."
"I am not a pedophile!"
As if the word were a switch, Professor Marins became instantly enraged upon hearing it, slamming his fists on the interrogation table as he shouted:
"This is slander! This is libel! I'm going to sue you!"
"It doesn't matter, suit yourself."
Luo An grinned and took a folder from Reesi next to him and said unhurriedly:
