The two special police officers accompanying them from Pingjiang had not been granted clearance.
Only Jiang Ran and Su Xue were allowed inside.
Led by a prison officer, the two passed through multiple checkpoints.
At last, they arrived at the Special Interrogation Room in the Third Prison District.
"Jiang Ran..." Su Xue stepped forward and squeezed Jiang Ran's hand, deeply worried.
When victims faced criminals again, they often suffered immense psychological trauma.
"I'm fine." Jiang Ran smiled softly. "Don't worry, Officer Su."
As the door opened, the room was brightly lit, its reflective floor as luminous as day.
The interrogation room was divided in two by a translucent formation.
Two people sat on the other side.
One had his eyes closed in rest, while the other stared at the ceiling. They looked no different from ordinary people, nothing like the vicious, ferocious demon cultivators one might have imagined.
After Jiang Ran sat down, he exchanged a glance with Su Xue.
At the side, the prison officer nodded after receiving the signal.
"Look up! Wake up!" The rebuke was amplified through the formation and blasted toward the other side.
The sound was so loud that the two men opposite them seemed to have been struck by artillery shells, both clutching their ears.
—Hiss...
A faint, indistinct hum drifted over.
The two demon cultivators' expressions simultaneously twisted into savage grimaces. Terrifying black qi merged with blood, intertwining across their distorted faces and making them look like demons from hell.
"Jiang Ran, don't be afraid," Su Xue said softly.
"Suppress!" the prison officer shouted.
Boundless force descended, and every fluctuation of power on the other side vanished.
The two demon cultivators returned to normal. The gruesome sight dissipated, and they slumped weakly in their chairs.
"Are you all right?" the officer asked. He