"Ka-cha..."
The searchlight was turned on,
it was aimed at Zhang Yanfeng, who was sitting in the interrogation chair.
A familiar scene,
a familiar rhythm,
a familiar opening line,
but.,
it was.,
an upside-down position.
Old Zhang narrowed his eyes,
he looked at the two policemen sitting behind the table in front of him, as well as the camera in the corner.
He was a little puzzled,
in fact,
for the last 48 hours,
he had been in a strange atmosphere.
Oh,
I'm awake.
Oh,
I'm dead.
Oh,
I'm alive.
Oh,
I'm a ghost.
Oh,
I've been drinking.
Oh,
I'm still a fucking criminal?
Lao Zhang had a million thoughts in his mind, he wanted to rush out.
He was born into a police family, and he was an old criminal police officer. He had seen everything.
But he was still amazed by his 48 hours!