The interrogation room seemed gloomy from the lack of sunlight for such a long time; if dressed too lightly, one would start shivering in no time.
Lin Hai was currently getting that shivering sensation, craning his neck and staring around with his eyes wide. The words written on the wall behind him were not "leniency for those who confess, severity for those who resist," but the more benevolent exhortation "a moment's misstep, a parent's concern."
The interrogation chair, made specifically for grilling suspects, was made of solid iron, and sitting on it was bound to cause stomach pains in no time.
Having removed her heavy makeup and changed into a policewoman's uniform, Qi Weiwei gave off a valiant and refreshing vibe, commanding respect without anger in her eyes. The occasional terrifying sharpness in her almond-shaped eyes could easily make a criminal's heart skip a beat.
