Ca out of the private room.
Li Zegang did not leave imdiately.
He went upstairs alone.
Ca to the entrance of another private room.
Lightly knocked on the door, and after getting permission from inside, he pushed the door open and went in.
This was an even more luxurious private room.
On the dining table were seven or eight dishes. Although they appeared to have been moved, not much had been eaten.
On the sofa at the side.
Jin Fengyulu was reclining on it.
Her upper body was clothed, but her lower body was bare.
Her legs were spread open.
A sturdy man was squatting on the ground, busy with his head buried between her legs, the slurping sounds clearly audible.
Such a scene was truly outrageous.
After all, Jin Fengyulu's face showed no discomfort, as if she regarded this as a natural thing.
Instead, it was Li Zegang who, upon seeing this scene, deliberately looked away, not daring to focus on Jin Fengyulu.
"What? Vice Li is shy?"
Jin Fengyulu asked.
Li Zegang quickly waved his hand, saying, "I wouldn't dare disturb Miss Jin's pleasure."
"Hahaha..."
Jin Fengyulu laughed heartily.
She said, "Sex is really no different from eating or sleeping — when hungry, eat; when sleepy, sleep; and when thirsty, you naturally need to quench it. You guys, secretly, are more indulgent than anyone, yet on the surface, act all proper, so pretentiously proper — isn't that what a hypocrite is?"
Li Zegang dared not continue this topic.
He quickly said, "Miss Jin, as you requested, I've arranged for Zheng Zesheng to handle Chen Fang's case, and just now, he also agreed to help resolve all the issues."
"As expected."
Jin Fengyulu murmured.
And then.
Her eyes turned sinister.
She reached out, grabbed the head of the sturdy man between her legs, and pressed it down forcefully.
She said, "Chen Fang, oh, Chen Fang, the whole world says you're capable. I want to see how you escape this ti. You're done for... hahahaha..."
In her view.
Chen Fang was indeed finished.
Not only was the chain of evidence complete.
But the person in charge of the case was one of their own.
From any angle, breaking out was no easy task for Chen Fang.
At this mont.
Chen Fang was squatting on the floor of the detention room.
He had gone through the whole case in his mind.
He had thought through every detail except for the part about Yu Weii's murder.
Who was the real killer?
Could it really be Zhou Zenghua from Changmao Real Estate?
Although he was deep in gambling debt, and deeply in debt, would he really kill for money?
Impossible!
No matter how Chen Fang thought about it, it seed impossible!
Another detail was told to him by Lin Zhongqing.
Although the surveillance within three hours before entering the hotel was damaged.
After the incident, the surveillance was intact.
Didn't the police see anyone leaving the room?
He was obviously attacked.
How did the person who attacked him manage to get out?
At that ti, his room was on the 17th floor of the hotel.
Even trying to escape from a window was out of the question.
Just then.
The door to the detention room creaked open.
An elderly police officer walked in.
After opening the iron door, he brought in a tray and placed it in front of Chen Fang before turning to leave.
This was his breakfast for the day.
Regardless.
He needed to eat enough to have the strength for the "battle" to co.
Just as he picked up a bun, ready to take a bite, the door opened again.
This ti it wasn't anyone else but Detective Squad Instructor Zheng Zesheng who ca in.
"Oh, Secretary Chen, having breakfast? How is it? To your taste?"
This statent sounded sarcastic.
Chen Fang had no desire to engage with him.
Shoved the bun into his mouth.
Before he could swallow.
Zheng Zesheng ca through the door.
He first kicked over the tray on the floor.
A bowl of porridge spilled all over.
Then.
He swung a fist towards Chen Fang's face.
The bun in his mouth flew out, rolling to the corner of the wall.
"What do you an by this?"
Chen Fang asked.
Zheng Zesheng replied, "No aning, just to inform you that your case is now in my charge. I'm not like that Lin Zhongqing twit; there are only two choices: confess, and nothing will happen, or keep denying like before, and don't bla for being rude."
"Oh? How do you plan to be rude? I'd like to see!"
Chen Fang sneered.
A streak of coldness flashed across Zheng Zesheng's face.
He asked, "Are you sure?"
"Sure!"
Chen Fang nodded.
Zheng Zesheng really wasn't polite at all.
Imdiately took out a police spray from his gear and sprayed Chen Fang's face twice.
A fierce burning sensation rapidly spread in his eyes, causing Chen Fang to involuntarily close his eyes and cough constantly.
Just when he lost the ability to fight back.
He felt a hard object pressing against his thigh.
The sound of crackling followed.
A powerful electric current rapidly traversed his body.
It felt as though his entire musculature was being torn apart by the electric stimulus; sitting, Chen Fang fell to the ground, his body curling up and trembling uncontrollably.
There was no denying.
This feeling was truly unbearable.
"Now, this is just an appetizer, a warning to you. In an hour, I'll have soone present you for an interrogation, and if you still don't confess to the murder, don't bla for serving the main course."
After leaving these words.
Zheng Zesheng swaggered out.
It took a good half-hour.
For Chen Fang to get up from the ground.
Tears and snot involuntarily flowed down.
Looking again at his thigh.
Where the electric baton struck, the pants were scorched through.
The skin was also charred black, looking very terrifying.
Zheng Zesheng sure did keep his word.
An hour later.
Two officers escorted Chen Fang to the interrogation room.
Once held under control.
A new round of interrogation began.
Many years later.
The mories from this interrogation room still remained an indelible nightmare for Chen Fang.
Throughout his journey, he had faced countless life-and-death monts and nurous tortures, but compared to today, those were child's play.
When he was dragged out of the interrogation room, he was nearly on his last breath.
Sweat poured from his body again and again, every cell of his body was pushed to the limit, like he could expire with just one more gasp.
Despite such agony.
He endured.
All along clinging to the fact that he wasn't the murderer.
Four hours.
An entire four hours.
Zheng Zesheng used every cruel tactic he could think of.
Still couldn't pry open Chen Fang's mouth.
This outco also left him quite surprised.
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