Inside Interrogation Room No. 3, Jiang An's fingers were unconsciously tapping on the tabletop, and they suddenly stopped when the man on the other side finished his last word.
"Wait."
He leaned forward, eyes sharp as a blade. "Just now you said—what car? Did you see it clearly?"
"Had it been parked there all along, or was it a temporary stop?"
The driver opposite instinctively swallowed, his fingers twisting together.
"O–officer," his voice suddenly turned unsteady, "I admit what I said just now wasn't very precise… The distance was actually pretty far, and the lighting was really awful that early morning."
He licked his dry lips and went on, "That car was parked by the roadside, and the weird thing was, it didn't have any lights on."
"Think about it, driving under those lighting conditions—who wouldn't turn on their headlights?"
"What's even stranger, even the trunk light was off."
"And the spot where it was parked was really odd,"
