A small room of merely 10 square meters with a solitary light bulb above that cast a drowsy glow, directly underneath which stood an iron table and chair, with nothing on the table but an unbranded desk lamp.
Chen Xiao sat at the table, yawning...
To be honest, in a place like K-city, known for its honest folk, major incidents were rare, let alone cases of such high profile. Therefore, staying up late to interrogate someone was something Chen Xiao hadn't experienced many times in his years as a police officer, thus he inevitably felt a little worn out.
"Ah, rich people, even in death they have to make a big fuss. If it were a common citizen, probably only the residential community's security guard would be disturbed," he complained to himself. But he couldn't slack off—the nosy journalists could sneak in at any moment and if they caught hold of even a trivial detail, it would result in another battle of words.
"Next!" he called out toward the doorway.
