"Guodong, you haven't..."
"Don't talk!" Zheng Guodong did not even look at him. His eyes were fixed on the screen. "Hurry up and r-rewind it for me."
The technician looked at the commander, who nodded.
"How many minutes?"
Zheng Guodong was so anxious that he simply rushed over to the console. "I'll do it myself. Go get on with your work."
The commander beckoned to the technician who had been pushed aside, then left with his secretary.
After they returned to the office, the secretary, who had been weighing his words the whole way, spoke up. "Commander, about that Ji Ting..."
He did not finish, but they both understood.
Why had Ji Ting said those things in his solitary room? Because any technology that could draw the attention of both Director Chang and Zheng Guodong would be earth-shattering even in theory alone.
He was proving his worth-and trying to save himself.
The commander was silent for a long time before raising his head, his expression grave. "Go remind Qin Zaiye that the investigation is to continue, but the process must comply with regulations. Meals and rest breaks must be provided as required. The schedule for detainees must be strictly followed."
"Yes, sir."
The secretary went to the detention room to deliver the message, but Qin Zaiye did not stop. His interrogation of Ji Ting continued until noon.
During that time, a guard noticed how awful Ji Ting looked and suggested taking a break, only for Qin Zaiye to reject the suggestion without mercy.
He still had to interrogate Lu Yanchu later. Only after he finished questioning Ji Ting could he compare their statements for discrepancies. There was no time to waste.
By then, Ji Ting's face was deathly pale, his forehead covered in beads of sweat. His tightly clenched fingers