Suspect
The Inquiry Room was a small conference room right next to the Conference Room, and it could hold no more than fifty people.
A larger space had the convenience of being spacious, while a smaller one had its own advantages.
Four people sat behind a long table, with a single chair placed opposite them.
Naturally, Li Bai, who had been brought in, could only sit in that empty chair, facing the interrogators and a DV camera mounted on a tripod head. Its indicator light blinked as it recorded.
This was still an uncommon experience for him. In the past, Li Bai had always sat on the other side—or secretly snapped his fingers from the row behind.
"Li Bai? A part-time Interrogation Consultant from Huxi City, Qianjiang Province? Not bad at counter-reconnaissance!"
The speaker was a young man who kept looking Li Bai up and down, but there was a barb in his words.
He sat third from the left; it was impossible to tell whether he occupied the main seat.
"Are you saying I'm the Murderer?"
Li Bai had no interest in going in circles with him.
If you had something to say, say it. There was no point in making snide remarks.
Doctors had always been top students. Anyone capable of studying medicine generally had a high IQ.
"Are you not?"
The other man tilted his head and continued the topic with interest, seemingly having no intention of letting Li Bai off.
Scholars looked down on one another, while martial artists fought for first place. When colleagues of similar ages met, it was inevitable that they would feel the urge to test one another and compete.
Li Bai could understand that well enough. He wasn't stupid!
However, this was no time to trade barbs. Damn it, a human