The owner of the red eyes did not answer, only stared fixedly at Qin Manjiang.
Qin Manjiang glanced at the middle-aged nurse and said, "Sorry, could you let me spend a little time alone with him?"
The nurse looked Qin Manjiang up and down a few times and curled her lip. "Don't get too close to him. If anything happens, you're responsible."
With that, she turned and left.
Things went more smoothly than Qin Manjiang had expected, perhaps because he had the police backing him.
"All right, Xie Xingrong, answer my question." The first thing Qin Manjiang needed to establish was whether this man was merely pretending to be insane.
"What exactly happened that night twenty years ago?"
No sooner had Qin Manjiang finished speaking than those bloodshot red eyes, which had been pressed right up against the little window, withdrew.
A reaction?
Qin Manjiang immediately stepped forward, approaching the window warily. Just as he was about to lean close to see where Xie Xingrong had hidden, alarm suddenly flared within him!
Bang!
A withered, scrawny hand shot out through the window. The movement was so violent and fast that the sheet metal scraped the arm, peeling back a flap of skin and leaving blood flowing freely.
Qin Manjiang retreated two steps. Luckily, he had stayed on guard. With this madman's speed, getting caught could very well have led to serious trouble.
An imperceptible trace of cruelty flashed through his eyes, and a thought rose unbidden in his mind: Tie this madman up and break his fingers one by one. See if he talks then.
When he realized it, Qin Manjiang froze, then hurriedly shook his head, clearing those dark thoughts from his mind.
Still, this Xie Xingrong seemed genuinely insane.
I'll have to provoke him a little...
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