When Jiang Shuguang snapped out of his drug-induced haze, he found himself sitting in a strange room. Across from him sat a man and a woman, both giving him the cold shoulder and looking like they meant business.
"Who the heck are you guys?" he barked, trying to act tough.
"Cops," Ding Shuqing replied curtly, taking the wind out of his sails.
Jiang Shuguang blurted out, "I want a lawyer, and I ain't saying squat till I get one!"
Wham!
Tadpole slammed a notebook on the table and shot up from her chair, "What, did you fry your brain with all those drugs? What's with all the yelling? Did we ask you anything? Talk, talk, talk – what's all the fuss about?
Jiang Shuguang was so taken aback he couldn't muster a word.
Ding Shuqing patted Tadpole on the shoulder and said, "Get the forensic team in here."
Tadpole stormed out, fuming.
Bighead and Wang Rui were smoking by the door. Seeing her come out, Bighead asked, "Well? Did he spill the beans?"
