"Captain Xiang, this guy is as tough as nails. It's hard to get anything out of him."
Xiang Chenyan gazed at the electronic screen, watching Xu Lang sitting alone in the interrogation room.
His mental resilience was solid; ordinary interrogation techniques were useless on him.
Yesterday, Feng Qiang had hurriedly approached him, claiming someone wanted to kill him and accusing Xu Lang of instructing him to poison Feng Chi.
Xiang Chenyan had naturally heard the rumors swirling about Feng Chi's cause of death in the past two days and, already suspicious, paid close attention to it.
Xiang Chenyan made a swift decision: "Summon Feng Qiang for questioning."
"Officer, I've confessed everything I know. Does this count as turning myself in? Can I get a lighter sentence?"
Xiang Chenyan held the corner of a piece of fabric sealed in a bag, the pale blue material showing faint traces of watermarks.
