Mr. Cooper was quite innocent, with his messy short hair framing his slightly pale face that exuded a sickly beauty. He chuckled softly, "I haven't lived enough to want to commit suicide. I just wanted to see who the murderer was and didn't want to let them get away just like that."
Amelia sneered, "Even if they had gotten away at the time, with your abilities, are you afraid you couldn't catch them later?"
Daniel Cooper raised an eyebrow, "Alright, I indeed wanted to take the chance to get slightly injured, so you would feel sorry for me. However, I didn't expect to misjudge the situation."
Amelia, "..."
She laughed in exasperation, "Mr. Cooper, how old are you this year?"
He went with the flow, "Without the honorifics, thirty-six."
"..."
Seeing his indifferent expression made Amelia so angry she couldn't focus, and she had to take two deep breaths to stop herself from slapping his face.
