Besides Han Xu, Old Zhang was also visibly shocked. Even with years of experience in criminal investigation, he had never seen such horrific injuries.
"These all look like old wounds, at least ten years old," he whispered in Han Xu's ear.
Han Xu nodded slightly, wanting to say something more, but unsure how to begin.
The severity of these injuries even made Han Xu wonder if the person before him was a demon incarnate, or perhaps someone thrown into hell.
Chen Yunlang straightened his shirt, concealing the injuries, calm and composed, as if nothing had happened.
A deathly silence lasted for about two minutes, then a knock came at the door. This kind of situation often occurs during interrogations.
Old Zhang opened the door with suspicion. Behind him stood a handsome, somewhat old-fash
