Chapter 474: Chapter 474
###Chapter 471 Whose Plot - Part 3
The policewoman looked at me indifferently and said, "Miss Ivelle, this is not the time to contact your family. Please cooperate with us to finish the examination."
"Impossible!" I opened my mouth, and the corners of my eyes swept the phone that the doctor had put in his pocket. Without even thinking about it, I raised my hand and pushed it towards the doctor.
Because he was off guard, he was pushed to the ground, and I took the cell phone out of his white coat.
But before the phone was opened, it was robbed, and the policewoman was quick. After grabbing the phone, she pressed me to the ground and handcuffed my hands behind without hesitation.
My bones were badly twisted, and my face was pressed against the cold tiles. I wanted to speak, but I couldn't say a word.
The voice of the policewoman roared in my ear, "Ivelle, you have interfered with my work. I have the right to detain you."
I pursed my lips, one was unable to speak at all, and the other was thinking quickly about how I should save myself.
Because of my actions, other policemen came and took me back to the place where I was held, leaving the leading policewoman, who looked at me and did not speak.
A pair of cold eyes looked at me, let me a little cold, for a long time, she said, "You'd better stay here honestly, otherwise, we have ways to throw you into the mountains and forests, so that you do not know how to kill."
"Oh!" I smiled and looked up at her. "So, you admit it, I want to add to the crime? What is this? Framed? Or murder?"
She scratched her lips with a sneer on her face. "It doesn't matter, you can think whatever you want, but now that you're in, be honest and don't think about leaving."
"Who on earth are you? Why are you arresting me? " Even if I died, I think I should have the right to know.
The policewoman shrugged her shoulders and smiled. "It doesn't matter who we are. The important thing is that we need a young and beautiful woman like you."
What are they? Were they buyers and sellers of internal organs?
I was a little pale, and these were the only two things I can think of.
Seeing that my face was very white, she stood up and approached me, her fingers falling on my jaw, clasping it tightly, and I was in some pain.
I frowned and stared at her. "I can give you how much money you want."
She sneered, stooped close to me, and looked around my face with exquisite facial features, vaguely coldly. "Miss Ivelle, you should be glad that of all the women we have arrested, you are the luckiest, according to common sense, you have been shipped out of the country."
I looked at her, my heart thumped, my body trembled, frightened as well.
She retreated to her seat and her eyes light. "Don't worry about staying here, don't worry, you won't die for a while."
Watching her go out, my legs were weak, and I slumped to the ground.
In the 21 century, why do such a thing still happen in a society with a clear legal system or was I just taken away?
So, I'm afraid someone put those syringes and blue crystals in my bag on purpose to give them a legitimate reason to bring me here.
In broad daylight, they were not police officers at all, but scum living in the dark.
So, in the hours I was brought in, they didn't just want to buy time, give me evidence of my crime, and then hold me here.
When I was in A city, I had almost no friends or relatives. If something happened, no one would come to me, or even disappear suddenly, no one would care.
That was probably why they came to me, and what was it that they injected into me when I was in a daze?
All my strength was drained for a moment, and I lost a trace of life.
It was no use. That phone call was originally my only call for help, but I called Mr. Norris and it was useless.
Spent the night in the cell, and as I thought, no one came, let alone a lawyer.
They had my blood test results, gave me something to lose, and found syringes and blue crystals in my bag under the eyes of so many people in the hotel.
All these things have been settled, and from an outsider's point of view, I must have been imprisoned because I was taking drugs.
The detention door was opened, and the leading policewoman came in and gave me an indifferent look.
Then she looked back at the policewoman behind her and said, "Miss Ivelle's case is solid. Please tell her about it."
"Yes!"
Then the leading policewoman went out, left another policewoman looking at me. She took out the document in her hand and handed it to me and said, "Miss Ivelle, this is your trial book, you'd better sign it as soon as possible."
I stepped back and distanced myself from her, my voice trembling. "Where are you going to take me?"
She didn't say anything, but just looked at me with a straight face and said, "Sign the document."
"Where are you taking me?" I was a little routed, and my voice rose in decibels.
She frowned, obviously unhappy, and looked at me with eyebrows furrowed, "Sign, Miss Ivelle."
I shook my head, leaned against the corner and softened my voice, and said, "How much do you want? I can give it to you, just let me out of here."
She smiled, but with a little sarcasm, she looked at me after a pause and said, "Miss Ivelle probably hasn't figured it out yet. Let me tell you this. Have you ever heard of a lot of rich girls suddenly disappearing?"
I stared at her and was shocked at what she said next, and she continued, "If you live, it's too vulgar to do something for money, so we've never been driven by money. So, for us, money was nothing."
Seeing her approaching me, she handed me the document with an expressionless face and said, "Sign it! Don't waste time, just to remind you that if you are smart enough, you should know that obedience lasts far longer than resistance. People, as long as they live, there is hope, right?"
She spoke so calmly that she seemed to be reasoning with an ordinary friend.
I can't understand what kind of person would say such a thing so calmly.
Taking a slight breath, I calmed down and looked at her. "So, what do you want to do to me?"
She became a little impatient. She handed me the paper in her hand and said, "Here's your face. What kind of princess queen do you think you are? It's a little clever for me. If you want to die, just be direct. I don't mind."
With that, she had already pulled my hair and bumped me against the wall.
The great pain made it too late for me to do any resistance, and I was smart enough to curl up and protect my head with my hands.