"So, it means that only you and your roommate Chloe Lewis saw the deceased last night."
The person speaking was a middle-aged man in his forties, with gentle eyebrows and eyes. They all call him Caleb.
I held the tea he handed me and watched the surveillance silently.
Seeing that I didn't speak, Caleb continued to ask, "What did you talk about at that time?"
After hesitating for a moment, I finally spoke slowly, "Officer Foster, you should ask my roommate about these things."
Then, Caleb said calmly, "She is right next door to you now!"
I unconsciously looked at the wall beside me, and my heart skipped a beat.
Caleb seemed to sense something and asked excitedly, "Are you saying that it was your roommate who killed them?"
"No!" I immediately retorted, "I mean, my roommate is not human!"
Upon hearing this, Caleb's expression instantly twisted, and he probably thought I was crazy.
After a moment of silence, Caleb spoke again, "Jovie Davis, I hope you can cooperate with us."
I guessed that he would say that. The absurd claim of a supernatural being would never be believed, especially in front of the police.
Caleb continued. "Jovie, do you know what we found at the crime scene?
"A pink stapler!"