Old Wu sat in the interrogation room with shackles on his hands and feet.
When he saw Zhao Donglai and Luo Fei come in, he did not show his usual strange smile. Instead, his expression was somewhat sinister.
Perhaps, this was his true face.
The hallway outside the interrogation room was crowded with people, all curious about the upcoming interrogation, eager to know why the normally honest and straightforward Old Wu would do such a thing.
"Wu Xuewu, do you know why you're being arrested?"
After sitting down, Zhao Donglai spoke in a deep voice with a classic opening line.
Old Wu ignored him, staring unwaveringly at Luo Fei, his words mismatched, "Officer Luo, care to explain why?"
"I thought I did everything cleanly enough—back then, none of those officers could figure me out. How did you manage to suspect me?"
"Is that important?" Luo Fei glanced at him indifferently.
"Of course it's important to me. If I don't figure this out, I won't be able to die peacefully."
