His abdomen throbbed with a dull pain, Qiao Yonghui raised his hand to press on it.
He took out a pillbox from his pocket, and using the half-glass of water left on the desk by someone unknown, he swallowed the medicine. Then he started staring at the surveillance footage, watching it over and over, barely daring to blink.
As Nan Mufeng had said, technicians would soon come to restore the equipment and retrieve the missing surveillance footage.
When he saw Jian Xi walk hazily to a corner and automatically pick up a mask from the ground to cover her nose and mouth, Qiao Yonghui was stunned.
"This, this, this..." Qiao Yonghui stuttered, unable to speak.
The director, who came in together with the technicians to assist in the investigation, looked grave: "It's probably ether, one sniff and you pass out."
Indeed, after inhaling from the mask, Jian Xi collapsed. Then, two men wearing baseball caps, their faces hidden, took Jian Xi away...
