Qin Su'e kept muttering, "I want to confess, I want to come clean," even after arriving at the police station.
"May I ask what this is about?" The officer on duty looked at Qin Su'e, puzzled by her erratic behavior.
"I've committed a crime. I want to come clean. I want to turn myself in." Qin Su'e did not truly want to do this.
But she couldn't control her thoughts, nor could she control her actions. Heaven knows what Qin Xue had done to her—how just a few needles had turned her into this.
"What? Are you serious about this?" The officer stared at Qin Su'e in shock.
The woman appeared mentally unstable. What kind of illegal act could she possibly commit?
Still, judging by her demeanor, she didn't seem to be lying. Not daring to take any risks, the officer decided to escort Qin Su'e to see the captain.
This kind of situation was better to take seriously than to leave unchecked. After all, isn't there a saying: "Better safe than sorry"? What if it turned out to be true?
