We should just lock her up for a few days

In the interrogation room, there was only one dim chandelier. There was no air conditioner or electric fan. The window was very small, and the occasional night wind could not withstand the heat in the room. Elizabeth had been sitting here for three hours. She was so hungry and hot, but she couldn't leave. But compared to that, what made her panic the most was the unprecedented helplessness. Mac and Nash, who were responsible for the interrogation of Kuture's case, was sitting behind the small black table. The younger one was Mac, who was thin. Nash looked in his early forties, who was a little fat. "Elizabeth, you'd better be honest and save time for all of us. Don't you think so?" Mac looked at her and said. Elizabeth pursed her lips and stared at her knees. After a while, she replied weakly, "I'm just telling the truth. I don't have anything else to say." Since she came here till now, they had asked everything they could ask and she had answered everything she should answer. But they