chapter 48 Glorious history!

In the dimly lit interrogation room of the police station, Edward Quinny had handcuffs on his hands and shackles on his feet, sitting on the criminal chair with a speechless face: "I said, beautiful police officer, are you investigating me, or are you trying to eat me? ?What crime have I committed to wear such a thing?" "You have not committed a crime, but until your identity is investigated, you have the ability to commit a crime at any time. In order to ensure that no accidents occur, this...