"Sun Bin!"
Outside the cold iron gates of the detention center, Sun Bin was summoned once again.
He had already gone through this procedure so many times in recent days that he was numb to it. He had undergone repeated interrogations and had even thought of death, of ending his life.
Whenever that desperate thought flashed through his mind, the adorable image of his six-year-old daughter, Xia Xia, would immediately appear, along with thoughts of his white-haired parents back home.
Because of them, his will to live always overcame his desire to die.
He had protested his innocence countless times. But the inexplicable so-called ironclad evidence had repeatedly buried him deep in the abyss of despair.
His life seemed destined to enter a countdown.
All he was waiting for was for every procedure to be completed.
During the first two days, he had been indignant, frantic, and hateful...
In the end, the cold handcuffs and shackles, along with the cruel reality, constantly reminded him that he was now a serious criminal!
Even if he refused to accept his fate and was unwilling to give in.
Sun Bin dragged his heavy feet out of the detention room, his expression wooden.
"Comrade Sun Bin."
The one speaking was actually the head of the detention center!
Sun Bin had been dazed, but when he heard that form of address, a little life returned to his eyes. He glanced at the other man in surprise.
Had he heard wrong?
Comrade Sun Bin?
He was a serious criminal. Surely he had long since lost the right to be addressed as a comrade?
Wait, why did today feel different? Why had the head of the detention center come personally?
"Comrade Sun Bin, we are formally notifying you that the investigating authorities have ascertained the facts. You