At a certain bureau, interrogation room.
Seo Fei sat restlessly at the edge of the table, her hands wringing nervously, her heart full of unease.
"Do you recognize this person?!"
Opposite her, a man in plain clothes passed over a photograph.
Seo Fei took the photo; in it was Lin Huo's face, eyes closed, complexion pale, with clear bloodstains on one side of his face.
"I... I recognize him, he... his name is Lin Huo, he's the assistant of my friend, Tang Ming."
"Do you know where he is now?" the man asked.
Seo Fei gently shook her head, "He left the night before last, and since then, I haven't seen him. I tried calling him later, but couldn't get through."
"Did he leave alone?"
"No, he left with Tang Ming."
"For what?"
"Tang Ming didn't say, I don't know."
"How much do you know about Lin Huo?"
"I didn't have much contact with him; he seems to be an accountant, but I don't know much else."
"Where is Tang Ming now?"
