The arrest of Zhang Yuhui was without any waves.
Zhang Yuhui, male, thirty-six years old, an engineer at a software company, bald, homebody.
Last night, because he stayed up late writing code and didn't get up in the morning, when he woke up, he was looking down the barrel of a gun.
"What's your name?"
"Zhang... Zhang Yuhui..."
Zhang Yuhui graduated from a prestigious university, having received a high-quality advanced education, and was very clear that if this was not a dream, the people breaking into his room with guns must be the police or the military.
He was just a code nerd, not married, but his energy had been completely drained by the company boss, leaving no time to disrupt social stability.
His work was related to program code for smart appliances, not confidential, and he had never communicated with foreigners, so it shouldn't involve selling national secrets.
Furthermore, the clothes the other party was wearing... were clearly police uniforms.
