It seemed to just comfort Bi Fang's mood, and after a brief conversation, the captain left.
Bi Fang did not see him again for the rest of the day until eight in the evening.
In the office, the brand-new ceiling fan worked hard, yet it could not reduce the heat even a little bit.
Sitting on the chair, Bi Fang scanned the police officers in the police station.
Those reading newspapers continued to do so, those drinking tea sipped their tea, and those chatting engaged in their conversations, completely forgetting about him, the "spy".
Helplessly, Bi Fang had to pull aside a middle-aged officer who was about to pour himself another cup of tea, and who also was among the group of officers that had brought him in.
"How long will it take to confirm my identity?"
"Uh, what?"
"I said, how long will it take to confirm my identity, and then let me go?"
Bi Fang wondered if his Arabic was not authentic enough, but then again, it seemed unlikely since it was a System product.
