He didn’t mention that he is indeed already a dead man, so he lives quite comfortably under such darkness. He has plenty of money to squander, while the pig behind him can only scurry around like a rat.
"Yesterday we received a report from a hotel security guard, a dancer was killed. It’s been less than a day, and already we’ve found the third body. The victims are all around twenty years old, dancers from the bar."
"How did they die?" Xiao Lin raised his eyebrows, showing some interest.
"Throat cut with a single knife stroke."
"I’ll prepare a room for you."
"I need a secretive conversation."
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Lin Zhifang didn’t arrange an interrogation room for Xiao Lin but instead led him into a cell, a solitary cell, equipped with a table, a chair, and a bed.
"Young Master Xiao, you’re aware of the functions of our police station’s interrogation rooms. I’m afraid you’ll have to speak secretly in the cell." Lin Zhifang anxiously rubbed his hands, worried that this distinguished guest beside him might get upset, since the place is indeed quite bleak. After all, this is a prison. You can’t expect the inmates’ cells to resemble luxurious suites in five-star hotels!
"No problem, you may go!"
After Lin Zhifang left, Xiao Lin looked around, ensured there was no one else, then opened the cell door and went inside.
"Military Doctor?" Xiang Fei sat up from the bed, an astonished look flashing across her delicate face, "Why are you here?"
"Shall we talk?" Xiao Lin captured all her amazement. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, feel free to visit Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation tickets and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)