Zhang Hui is in a good mindset right now, not rushing. Since Wang Huidong has already been captured, what's left is the slow work of attrition.
"Let's talk about Zhou Yang's case first."
"Who is Zhou Yang?"
"The one you pushed into the Bailan River from the rooftop at Haizhou International Apartments."
"Oh... you're talking about that one from a few days ago."
Wang Huidong didn't mean to hide anything and started speaking on his own.
"I didn't know him, just killed him offhand."
"You followed him from the Half Past Eight Supermarket next to the apartments, right?"
Wang Huidong nodded: "Give me two cigarettes."
Zhang Hui didn't mind Wang Huidong's tone; at this critical moment of confession, such a small request would certainly be met.
Zhang Hui personally lit one for him: "Thanks."
Wang Huidong was quite polite, took a few puffs, and continued his confession through the smoke: "Actually, I hadn't planned to kill him."
