Before setting off, he contacted Li Jian and was informed they were in the interrogation room.
Instructor Zhang Chao took rapid strides through the dim corridor, his leather shoes striking the cement floor with urgent sounds.
With a creak, he pushed open the interrogation room's battered iron door, only to see Li Jian in the middle of an interrogation.
Upon hearing the noise, Li Jian lifted his head, his eyes bloodshot.
The instructor waved his hand, and Li Jian immediately understood, nonchalantly extinguishing his cigarette before following him out.
In the corridor, Zhang Chao rubbed his temples, his voice somewhat hoarse.
"Mr. Li, I just returned from the victim's house with some findings."
He pulled out a notebook from his pocket, the pages' edges already curled.
"The victim's wife confirmed that three days before the incident, the victim took two hundred yuan claiming it was for household expenses."
