"Oh, God..."
In an apartment within a community in East New York, a white woman in her forties, dressed in dark brown attire, was slumped on the sofa, sobbing.
The woman was the mother of the college student Hannah, named Imilia.
Upon learning that her daughter had been murdered, her emotions instantly collapsed. Reesi hurriedly sat beside her, softly comforting her, while Luo An brought her a glass of water, whispering:
"Sorry, please accept my condolences."
"Who's the killer?!"
No sooner had Luo An finished speaking than Hannah's mother Imilia's eyes turned crimson red as she lifted her head, her voice fierce:
"Have you caught that person? Why did he do this? That damn bastard..."
"Sorry, Ms. Imilia, we haven't found the killer yet."
Luo An shook his head, speaking softly:
"We've come here to ask you about some clues..."
"You haven't found the killer?"
Imilia interrupted Luo An before he could finish speaking, her voice loud and interrogative:
