The air in the interrogation room of the Yicheng City Criminal Police Brigade was oppressive, thick with choking cigarette smoke.
The ashtray was piled high with twisted cigarette butts, like a tiny grave.
Deputy Captain An Xin irritably loosened his tie and slammed his fist onto the table.
"Fuck! Are these bastards' mouths made of iron?!"
The water cup rattled.
They had been at it all afternoon.
He and Qin Churan had taken turns interrogating all twelve suspects arrested at that unscrupulous hospital.
Eight of the small fry had long since cracked, wailing and answering every question they were asked.
Unfortunately, they were only peripheral members responsible for transferring the "goods" and disposing of waste. They knew nothing about the core of the criminal network.
The remaining four, from the surgeon to the key member responsible for contacting buyers, were like four lifeless stone statues.
No matter how many interrogation techniques An Xin tried, nothing got through to them. They refused to say a word.
At the monitoring station for another interrogation room, Qin Churan stared at the screen.
The surgeon on the screen wore the brazen expression of a man with nothing left to fear.
Her usually impassive face was clouded with deep exhaustion and frustration.
The trail seemed to have gone cold again.
She rubbed her aching temples, but an image slipped unbidden into her mind.
Magic City.
That bizarre scene in which the department supervisor who had framed Chen Lin stared blankly ahead and voluntarily confessed to all his crimes.
At the time, she had merely thought Chen Lin might have been involved.
But now...
Her thoughts returned to that day.
The Chen Family Village Resort, and those two black streaks tearing through the air.
Those two daggers, like divine punishment, had pierced a tent from dozens