He didn't mention that he is indeed already a dead man, so he lives quite comfortably under such darkness. He has plenty of money to squander, while the pig behind him can only scurry around like a rat.
"Yesterday we received a report from a hotel security guard, a dancer was killed. It's been less than a day, and already we've found the third body. The victims are all around twenty years old, dancers from the bar."
"How did they die?" Xiao Lin raised his eyebrows, showing some interest.
"Throat cut with a single knife stroke."
"I'll prepare a room for you."
"I need a secretive conversation."
Every interrogation room in the police station is equipped with recording devices. Once the door is closed, it automatically activates the recording function to ensure any incidents during the interrogation are documented and can be investigated.
"Okay!"
