The scoundrel's face was sometimes aghast, sometimes aggrieved, and he even used onomatopoeic words while dancing.
The two interrogators were confused.
The young interrogator could not take it anymore. He stood up with a gloomy face and slammed the table.
Pa!
The loud sound broke the criminal out of his mental breakdown and he looked at the other person with tears in his eyes.
"Are you writing a science fiction novel? Do you want me to tip you a couple of yuan?" the young interrogator said with a cold face, not believing a single word the other party said.
This made the criminal almost cry. What he said was all f*cking true!
How unreasonable.
"Brother Chen, you interrogate him first. I'm going out for some fresh air."
The interrogator, Xiao Wang, turned around and walked out the door.
One person was left behind to keep an eye on the criminal.
