"Bang," the metal chair rattled noisily.
Li Jian walked out of the interrogation room, heading straight to Interrogation Room 1.
Though the two rooms were only separated by a wall, the special soundproofing made it seem like they were worlds apart.
He pushed open the door, and opposite him, Wang Shantao looked exhausted, slumped on the table like a withered eggplant.
She glanced at the clock on the wall and weakly asked, "Is it time for me to leave?"
Li Jian sat down slowly, his voice as cold and hard as ice.
"Want to leave? No way!"
"A long prison sentence awaits you."
Each word was like a sharp blade stabbing into Wang Shantao.
Wang Shantao looked puzzled, her eyes widened as if she had heard something unbelievable.
"What do you mean?"
"A prison sentence?"
"You think you can get away with murder?"
"I didn't kill anyone, you can't frame me."
As soon as she finished speaking, Wan gently placed the evidence bag aside, ready to take notes.
