The reporter remembered, "That's not what you said outside the courthouse just now."
"I had to fool those idiots and put on a show. Otherwise, someone might really get too worked up and take me out."
"Besides, it satisfied the jury's need to feel good about themselves. You know, when they declared me innocent, the expressions on some of their faces were like they'd done some huge good deed and redeemed me. My God, it was hilarious! Hahaha!" Isaac sneered to the fullest extent.
The reporter brushed back her hair, her gaze lowered. "So you really are a liar. I hate liars most of all."
"You hate liars? Heh heh, fine, then I'll tell you some truth. Do you know what I'm planning to do next? I'm going to kill those teachers at school. Those people nag all day long—this isn't allowed, that's forbidden—and they even dared to condemn me. They have to go to hell. But before that, I need to celebrate being found innocent."
Isaac lightly picked up a kitchen knife and looked at the female reporter, evil light gleaming in his eyes. "I've never liked women older than me, but you seem pretty good. Out of all those reporters, I picked you at first glance. Why else would I have let you give me an exclusive interview?"
"What a stupid woman. You actually dared to let me into your home and be alone with me. Come on, take off your clothes and let me have a good time. Otherwise, you'll have to interview Fanny's parents in hell!"
Though Isaac was still a minor, he held a knife, his savage face fully exposed, and he had a record of killing two adults. Any ordinary woman would have been trembling in fright by now.
But the reporter merely slowly