In the dark interrogation room, I opened my weary eyes.

It had been three days.

They had me shackled here, regardless of day or night.

The interrogator asked me, "Do you know Nantao?"

Why is it this question again? Irritated, I licked my chapped lips and weakly shook my head.

"Then tell me how you ended up in the school laboratory."

"I've already said it," I endured my inner restlessness, "I was taken there by that pervert."

"Who do you think released the toxic gas in the laboratory?"

Whenever this question came up, I became agitated. My legs trembled violently, and my voice quivered, "Of course, it was that pervert! The one who violated me and that girl!"

"Don't get worked up."

The interrogator poured me a glass of water while lighting a cigarette himself. He looked at me with a suggestive gaze, "But that pervert is already dead." He flicked the ash off the cigarette, "And the last person captured on the camera with him was you."

"How is that possible!" I heard my own voice becoming sharp enough to pierce my eardrums. "He violated me! He tied me up! I almost died in that laboratory!"

"See for yourself." The interrogator handed me the evidence, a mobile phone, containing a clipped video.

In the video, a thin and emaciated male high school student was following a chubby man. I immediately recognized the chubby man as the perverted principal.

He showed me another video, "And this one, captured by the surveillance camera at the corner of your school's hallway."

I stared at the video, the footage slightly blurred but not far from my confession. In the video, I was being held down on a table by the chubby man...

It was a video of my violation, an unbearable scene that made tears well up in my bloodshot, swollen eyes. The suppressed anger in my chest made me want to rush in and kill him.

Kill him?

I was startled by my own thought.

The interrogator studied my facial expression, then continued with his conversation:

"His name is Zhao Ming. He's the head of your school's administration office. He used to be a vice principal at another school before transferring to yours due to some personal issues."

Next, the interrogator slid the screen of the phone and began playing the next video.

This video was still set in the chubby man's office, but this time, a thin male high school student appeared again. Upon closer inspection, he bore a striking resemblance to the deceased Nanli.

The interrogator pointed at this male student with his hand, then handed me a mirror.