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The live stream audience was also going crazy.
[I just wanted to join the fun, but now it’s turned into a mind–bending mystery!]
(I thought Claire Reynolds‘ biological mother was bringing out the Chairman’s son for some grand reveal, but you’re telling me he’s here to implicate Claire?!]
(Folks, does this even make sense?]
Don’t tell them they were going crazy; I was going crazy myself. I had never even been to the school, so why did the school’s surveil lance footage and fingerprints show my presence? While those things could be faked, what about Owen? Was Owen lying too? My mind raced, but my brain was overheating trying to figure out what was going on.
Bethany kept sneering at me, rolling her eyes, seemingly unafraid of her eyes cramping. I refused to accept it. I must have missed
some crucial detail.
“Making explosives requires materials and time, right? I didn’t have time to prepare, and i never bought any materials!”
“That’s right! Explosive materials!” I suddenly thought of this point. “If Bethany wanted to make explosives, she would need to buy large quantities of nitric acid. If we can just find out where she bought the nitric acid, it will prove my innocence…” As I spoke, I wat ched Bethany’s expression. But to my surprise, her expression grew even more triumphant, as if everything was completely under her control. I looked at Eleanor, who also wore a disdainful smirk.
A police officer led two na.
