In the interrogation room, Xia Xin and Song Taishan, upon hearing Jiangli's deep voice, couldn't help but shiver.
The temperature in the interrogation room seemed to drop below freezing in an instant.
And that went double for Shi Dahai.
He almost stiffened right there, his pale face dripping with sweat, the veins on his temples throbbing violently, and his eyes constantly roving as if he was desperate to escape.
But the handcuffs and the fixed chair made it impossible for him to leave.
Jiangli let out another light laugh.
In this eerily silent and icy atmosphere, her laugh sounded like a ghost's death knell.
"Oh my," she softly exclaimed, "Uncle, did you hear the dripping sound? The blood from his eyeballs has fallen onto your face!"
The dripping sound continued—
Drip-drip—
It wasn't clear if it was a psychological suggestion or if Jiangli had done something.
Almost as soon as she finished speaking, Shi Dahai heard a dripping sound next to his ear.
