Sitting in the corner of the room pasting paper boxes, Jiang Hao had become so practiced at it that he could do it with his eyes closed.
Old Liu Tou beside him was the same, his eyes half-closed as his hands never stopped moving. Under his breath, he kept reciting, "The Taishang Jiuku Jing spoken by Lord of Lingbao of Supreme Profound Grotto..." like an Old Daoist cultivating.
Come to think of it, what difference was there between pasting paper boxes and knocking a wooden fish while fingering prayer beads?
After who knew how many recitations, Old Liu Tou stopped and glanced at Jiang Hao. "How many days have you been in here?"
"Today makes exactly thirty days. A full month," Jiang Hao said.
The days inside had to be counted one by one. Jiang Hao remembered them very clearly.
"Soon," Old Liu Tou said.
"Soon for what?"
"You're alone on a single case. They can hold you for thirty-seven days at most. You'll probably be moving into the prosecution and trial process soon," Old Liu Tou said.
Was he about to stand trial?
The thought made Jiang Hao feel terrible.
Just then, a prison guard came over. All the inmates immediately perked up and worked faster.
"Jiang Hao, interrogation," the guard called.
Old Liu Tou had just been talking about his case, and now they had come for him. It was probably to sign documents and begin the trial process. It might even be someone from the court this time.
Following the guard to the interrogation room, Jiang Hao was surprised to see the person across the iron bars. It was the old detective handling his case.
The old detective smiled when he saw Jiang Hao. "Heh, surprised to see me? Didn't expect it to be me, did you?"