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Chapter 704: Realizing that he was feeling something he shouldnt, Verruckt grabbed the clothes from the floor, inspecting them with annoyance before saying, Your bodys covered in scratches, yet your clothes are untouched? I changed my top, Allison pointed toward the cleaning supply room.

Someone must have seen me go in to change.

Verruckt threw the clothes back at her, his irritation palpable.

Get dressed and come with me.

He turned toward the cleaning supply room door, heading straight for it.

It was the second time hed found himself here both times because of the same woman.

Verruckt knew something was off with him.

Normally, once he settled on a suspect, hed have them disposed of in a heartbeat, no questions asked.

But Alice was… different.

Maybe it wasnt Alice he was after.

Maybe she was just a stand-in for subject 001.

Bang The door to the cleaning supply room crashed open, revealing a scene of chaos inside, as if someone had been searching for something of great importance.

Without hesitation, Verruckts eyes locked on Allison.

Were you searching for something, or were you hiding something? Jareth, who had followed close behind, barked orders at the security personnel.

Turn this room upside down.

Check every crevice.

Allison, well prepared, met Verruckts intense gaze and spoke.

I was in pain and thought Id find some medicine in the room, but I couldnt find anything.

Every journey starts at gαℓησν????????s․c???????? Who told you thered be medicine here? I guessed.

There are so many people in lab coats.

I thought thered be medicine nearby.

Most people would assume anyone in a lab coat was a doctor.

The researchers, uncomfortable under the pressure, lowered their gazes, acutely aware that their activities werent exactly above board.

The security personnel ransacked the tool room, turning up a coffee-stained top and nothing else.

Jareth, with a mix of frustration and resignation, reported back to Verruckt.

Mr.

Shaw, it seems theres nothing of interest here.

And with that, any evidence that might have pointed to Alice as the assassin vanished.

All the suspicions now had neatly tied-up explanations.

Verruckts gaze returned to Allison, who stood in the corner, clutching her top like a cornered animal.

It wasnt me, she said, her voice trembling.

Ill cooperate with anything.

Any evidence you need.

Her clothes remained off, her scars still visible, each one a story of its own.

Verruckts irritation flared once more.

Put your clothes on.

His palms suddenly felt warm, as though the heat from her clothes lingered.

The faint scent of peaches lingered in the air, a scent he couldnt shake just like subject 001s.

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