Elliot took out the cigarette box and looked down, only to realize that the last cigarette had been given to Lu Guosheng, leaving only a shriveled and empty box in his hand.
He was sitting in this interrogation room that attracted everyone's attention, with the overheated heater burning his back, but he seemed to be in a mass grave in the wilderness, digging out a rotten old coffin with his own hands.
It was so shocking that I almost had to exhale before I could sit still.
Elliot picked up the tea cup and drank the cold water in it.
"You said you burned down the Louvre yourself," Elliot cleared his throat and said emphatically, "and blamed it on a policeman? What was that policeman's name? When did this happen?"
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