In that moment, the interrogation room sank into an almost frozen silence.
Whether it was Director Hou, Jiang An, Political Commissioner Li, or Mr. Qin, every one of them was a seasoned backbone of the criminal investigation unit who had clawed their way up step by step from the front lines.
They had been through countless heart-stopping confrontations and had witnessed too much of the darkness and struggle in human nature.
Now, all gazes, like spotlights, silently converged on Zhang Long.
After a long psychological tug-of-war, the seemingly solid mental defense line of the criminal suspect finally, at this moment, completely collapsed.
Zhang Long lowered his head, his hands tightly clasped together, his knuckles turning white from the pressure.
He finally raised his head slowly, bloodshot eyes, his voice hoarse: "I'll talk… I'll talk."
Then he paused for a moment, and spat out each word distinctly: "Yes, I was the one driving… the car that hit that girl."
