Zheng Shijie knew too much.
If he couldn't keep his mouth shut...
Then for all of them, it might as well be a death sentence!
...
March 21st.
Eight in the morning.
Inside the Jiang City detention center.
Within the detention center, Zheng Shijie was stepping on a sewing machine, but the stitches he made on the fabric were quite unsightly, clearly distracted, often absent-minded.
He even nearly injured himself!
Prisoners nearby noticed and quietly asked.
"Brother Zheng, what's wrong with you?"
Hearing the voice.
Zheng Shijie snapped back to reality, blinked at the person beside him, and said:
"No... nothing."
Having said that, he buried his head in sewing again.
Unfortunately, his pale appearance, the bloodshot eyes, and anxious breathing.
One glance and it was obvious he was very agitated!
"Buzz, buzz, buzz~!!!"
Zheng Shijie sewed the clothes with a blank expression, but his mind was a whirlpool of thoughts.
