"You have no idea what you're talking about."
The police chief, holding his handgun, said slowly, word by word, "Put down the doctor, and maybe we can sit down and talk..."
Li Ang sighed and said, "Fushen Pingyuan is a very tragic man. Most of his life has been lived amidst the deceit and concealment of others. He's seen too many terrible things, so much so that his brain, in order to spare him more pain, deliberately twisted and altered those memories into things that are obviously fabricated."
The police chief frowned deeply. "What are you trying to say?"
