Sitting in the interrogation room, Bi Xia casually crossed his legs and looked around, clicking his tongue lightly. Although the TV shows are all fake, overall, the environment here is quite real.
Looking at his locked wrists, the silver handcuffs glimmered uncomfortably under the dim light. Bi Xia let out an "ouch" and murmured, "I never thought my first time in here would be because of a scumbag..."
With that, Bi Xia leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes to rest.
"So, how is it?" In another corner of the interrogation room, as they watched the boy through the glass calmly resting with his eyes closed, an officer came in and asked.
The observer and the recorder, who had been watching Bi Xia, simultaneously shook their heads, "No anomalies at all, and he's so relaxed. Relaxed to the point that we feel he's here..."
"Here for what?"
"Here... for a vacation," the observer said cautiously.
