After speaking, Li Jian immediately took swift and decisive action.
When the two arrived at the door of interrogation room number 7, Li Jian took a deep breath and pushed open the heavy iron door.
As the door opened, the glaring incandescent light from the interrogation room spilled out.
A man in his forties sat dejectedly in the interrogation chair, disheveled hair and bloodshot eyes.
Upon seeing the two police officers enter, his body noticeably stiffened, and his fingers unconsciously entwined.
Li Jian's sharp gaze lingered on the man for a moment before he turned his head and said softly, "It's him."
The two exchanged a knowing glance; years of partnership allowed them to understand each other's thoughts without words.
Sitting down, Li Jian crossed his hands on the table, his voice deep and powerful, "Do you know why we invited you here today?"
A trace of panic flashed across the man's face, his Adam's apple moved up and down, "I'm sorry, I don't know."
