In the dim interrogation room, Shen Qian narrowed his eyes slightly and glanced at the hanging lamp overhead. He adjusted his sitting position with effort, turning his body slightly to ease the numbness.
Both his hands and his uninjured left leg were cuffed. The broken bone in his right leg had been set, and the wound on his forehead had received basic treatment, but Shen Qian's expression remained grave.
The effeminate man knew Song Ye.
At the scene earlier, he had noticed the effeminate man whisper something to Song Ye and flash his badge.
That meant at least one of his identities was real.
Shen Qian did not know what consequences this would bring. The only thing that reassured him was that Song Ye did not seem to have taken the effeminate man's side at face value. With a sweep of his hand, he had brought everyone back.
...Of course, the seriously injured had first been sent to the hospital. Only the effeminate man and Shen Qian had been brought back.
Shen Qian had no idea how long he had been held here. There was no clock in the interrogation room, and all his belongings, including his wristband, had been confiscated. Still, it had probably been a long time.
By Shen Qian's estimate, at least three or four hours had passed, yet no one had come to question him.
Vaguely, Shen Qian sensed that this matter was far from simple, and there were still many things he had not figured out.
After an unknown amount of time, the door creaked open. The tall Song Ye entered with a Police Warrior carrying a record book.
Song Ye wore a stern expression. After sitting down, he did not waste any words and asked directly, "Tell me. What happened?"
"From beginning to end.