"I don't know Chief Lu," she said, "and I don't understand what you're saying."
Duan Shen intently stared at Song Lili's face, meeting her eyes, "How old are you this year?"
"Twenty-one."
"What's your name?"
"Tang Xiaohua."
"Who's in your family?"
"My parents died early, I only have one younger brother."
"How did you know how to disarm a micro-bomb controller?"
"I read about it in a book."
After she finished speaking, the man holding the hammer raised his hand again, but Duan Shen quickly raised his hand to stop him, and the blow didn't fall.
Duan Shen stood up, walked over to her, squat down, and pinched her chin, lifting her face,
"I told you, you won't withstand three blows."
"I'm telling the truth."
"I developed the micro-bomb, and I made the controller myself. What book did you read about it from?"
"..."
Song Lili did not know who developed the micro-bomb, the book she saw had no detailed record of the inventor.
