Xiao Lin smiled and greeted Lin Zhifang, looking even more nervous than himself. "Director Lin, we meet again."
"Why are you still wearing handcuffs? Officer Wu, quickly loosen them." Lin Zhifang felt a sharp irritation at the sight of the bright handcuffs on Xiao Lin's hands, his neural tension beginning to activate. "Xiao Xiao, I'm truly sorry, but there's a case we need your help with for an investigation, I hope it won't delay your work."
"There's not much going on at the hospital recently, I'm quite free." Lin Zhifang didn't close the door, nor was there anyone entering or exiting the corridor outside, making the interrogation seem futile.
"Officer Wu, play the tape we received." Wu Shuang took out the tape and placed it into the equipment behind her. "Xiao Xiao, is the person in this footage you!"
"It looks like me."
"Then I'd like to ask you, what were you doing on the night Zhang Teng died?"
