Stared at by Feng Ji's dilated pupils, Peng Yang remained dazed for a long time, feeling that he needed a psychiatrist.
But what arrived was not a doctor, but an Internal Affairs Bureau officer conducting an inquiry. Soon after the incident, everyone had been moved to the district Internal Affairs Bureau for questioning. The officer knew Peng Yang's identity and was quite polite, but some questions had to be asked. So he cruelly dug up Peng Yang's memories.
"That person?"
"Yes. That person stayed in your private room for quite a while. When Director Tao opened the door, he brushed past you as well. The corridor surveillance footage shows it very clearly."
"But I asked inside..."
Peng Yang could not say whether he hated the interrogation or not. He merely answered woodenly, and then received a more precise account.
"He greeted you, then went straight to the private room where the incident occurred. He arrived just before or after one of the victims, Feng Ji, stayed there another seven or eight minutes, then left."
Listening to the officer's account, Peng Yang shuddered violently again.
Should he be grateful that when he entered his own private room, he had not seen neatly arranged heads sitting atop a table strewn with cups and dishes?
Or that someone else had not discovered a revolving display of heads from everyone at his table, himself included...
He did not want to think any further. Raising a hand to signal the officer to stop, he found that he himself could not stop. A bloody taste surged up his throat, and with a loud "Bleurgh!", he vomited up everything he had eaten and drunk that night.
The investigation did not pause or slow simply because Peng Yang had suffered physical and psychological trauma.
In fact, the Internal