10:20 AM, North Suburb Police Station, Criminal Investigation Interrogation Room.
A steaming cup of tea sat on the table.
On one side sat Han Xu and Zhang Yaotao, both dressed in formal attire; on the other, Liu Yun remained silent.
Behind Zhang Yaotao was a camera flashing with a faint green light.
The air seemed to stand still, imbued with an indescribable solemnity.
“Name.”
Han Xu’s voice was flat and emotionless.
Liu Yun, who had been looking down, slightly raised her head, revealing a stunningly beautiful face, but her expression was somewhat wooden.
“I’m asking you a question!
Name.”
Old Zhang emphasized.
“Liu Yun.”
“No.”
“.”
…
After a full round of formal questioning, Old Zhang handed the floor to Han Xu.
Han Xu gathered his thoughts before speaking, “What time did y
