Time slowly passed.
0:13.
In the dark night, in the secret department of Malang City's Detective Bureau.
"The existence of Supervisory Room No. 2 is like a cold, meticulous machine. It responds to any words or questions in a formulaic manner.
Fan-shaped regulatory hall.
Beside Chen Zhi's left and right hand, Jiang Zhiyuan, a member of the think tank with a ruddy complexion and slightly plump body, looked at the three video frames that appeared side by side on the screen. His gaze first looked towards the interrogation room where Jack was, and after a slight pause, he said in a low voice.
"It might have undergone a very terrifying interrogation simulation."
"I personally believe that it is very difficult to obtain useful information from Number 2 without using excessive means."
She continued.
Jiang Zhiyuan then looked at Interrogation Room No.1, as well as Zhang Meiling who seemed to be in a strange mental state.
