Inside an interrogation room at the Area No. 7 Administration Bureau.
"Name."
"Qin Siyang."
"Age."
"Just turned eighteen."
"Sex."
"Seriously, Shen Shisong, we've known each other for ages. You still have to ask me that?"
"My uncle said I had to record your basic information properly."
Qin Siyang held his head.
Qian Wendao had found his rather dim nephew a job as a records clerk, and today he was responsible for recording Qin Siyang's statement.
"Man, Old Qian must be pissed at me for causing trouble. He sent you to torment me."
"Sex."
"Male, male, male!"
"Occupation."
"Student."
"School."
"Nanrong University."
Creak-
The door opened, and Qian Wendao walked in and sat down beside them.
"Old Qian, you're finally here."
Still holding his head, Qin Siyang looked as though he had spotted his savior.
"I've been here all along. I just finished giving instructions for Hu Chan's and Zhao Sifang's interrogations, then came over. Let me see how far you've gotten... Hmm? Why does the sex field say [male, male, male]?"
Shen Shisong shook his head. "I don't know. That's what Qin Siyang said."
"For fuck's sake... Old Qian, can't you transfer your nephew to some cushy job?"
Qian Wendao coughed twice. "The United Government doesn't pay people to do nothing. This is already the cushiest job there is."
"All right, Shisong, rest over there. I'll handle the questions and the recording."
"Oh, okay, Uncle."
"How many times have I told you? Address me by my title when we're out!"
"Yes, Bureau Chief Qian."
Watching this oddly familiar scene, Qin Siyang didn't know what to say.
Qian Wendao spoke first. "Good thing I got there in time. Right after I took you away, the area government brought everyone from the Police Bureau and surrounded your building."
Qin Siyang nodded. "Looks