A full ten minutes after Jiao Liangcai took the call, the female Investigator who had taken Feng Ping away for a physical examination finally returned to the office.
Jiao Liangcai glanced at her. She avoided his eyes.
Ten minutes was enough to give Feng Ping a bath, let alone check her body for tattoos.
But Jiao Liangcai said nothing to the female Investigator. After all, even he was under pressure, let alone an ordinary Investigator like her.
The fact that she had managed to bring Feng Ping back at all deserved praise for her ability to withstand pressure.
"Well? Does she have any Curse Cult tattoos?"
The female Investigator shook her head. "Director, I found no trace of any Curse Cult tattoos on Comrade Feng Ping."
"All right. Get back to work."
The female Investigator immediately turned and left.
Jiao Liangcai looked at Feng Ping. "Although you have no Curse Cult tattoos, Chen Miao did find your skin on Curse Cult territory. We'll still need you to cooperate with the investigation. I hope you understand."
Feng Ping smiled and nodded.
"Of course. But could I request that you not use an interrogation room? Could you assign someone to watch me in my office and question me there instead?"
Jiao Liangcai nodded, then looked at his son.
"Jiao Yue, stand guard outside, then send Old Xing to Feng Ping's office."
He had chosen Jiao Yue to stand guard because, with his father as the director, Jiao Yue could withstand far more pressure than the other ordinary Investigators.
Even if he eventually buckled and something else happened, Jiao Yue could report it to him quickly.
As for Old Xing, he was a veteran interrogator at the Lin'an City Investigation Bureau, renowned throughout the bureau for his impartiality.
Moreover, his family had passed