402 The Other Interrogation Room (1/2)

At the other interrogation room…

The man whom Lima called ”the most disgusting person” was slumped in his chair.

His neat, tailored hair now looked like a thatch of straw on a roof with his head drooping. His grizzled hair made him look like he had aged for 10 more years under the dim light.

Places like the interrogation room seemed to carry an air of coldness. The temperature seemed lower by a few degrees compared to the temperature outside and the atmosphere was tense and dreary.

Generally, when people end up in such places, the police needed not to use intimidation tactics to make them fess up. As long as they were not like those slippery ones or wily old foxes, most would fess up what they did by their own accord.

They would tell the police everything, even those the police didn't know.

They had already planted such subconscious thinking in their heart ages ago. Since there was no room for struggle, why wouldn't they just cooperate?

Abdul was like that.

Before yesterday, he was still the owner of an upscale hotpot restaurant in Nanmu.

That day, he had not yet become a prisoner, he was already defeated when they looked him up!

As for all those inhumane things he had done to Lima, he had confessed. It did not differ from what Ye Lun and Lima had told them.

The only difference was that he refused to admit that he had gone to visit Lima prior to rushing to his hotpot restaurant the night before.

That was the only point of dispute in their testimony.

The detective who interrogated him felt that, in Abdul's case, there was no point for him to deny if he had looked Lima up. After all, what he had done to Lima would not make much difference with this additional visit or not in the eyes of law.

Bai Muchuan had seen the statement and observed the middle-aged man through the one-way glass.

”Open the door.”

The detective opened the door.

Some cold air entered the room as well.

Abdul raised his head.

He winced, shrank his shoulders and gulped when he saw the police. His behavior was so different from that of yesterday.

He shifted his focus to Bai Muchuan.

Bai Muchuan was also looking at him with his usual sharp gaze.

With just a look, Abdul lowered his head.

He did not dare to look at Bai Muchuan in the eye.

Bai Muchuan nodded at the detective. ”Close the door.”

Thud! The door was now closed.

In an enclosed space, the psychological pressure of being with a person was undoubtedly greater.

Although Abdul was not looking at Bai Muchuan, his face was already ashen and the folds on his face were deeper.

He was frightened and confused, but he did not talk.

Bai Muchuan sat down on the chair opposite him and went through the documents on the table. ”Abdul, there are a few questions we needed you to verify once again.”

Abdul nodded cooperatively. ”Mr. Detective, I'll tell you whatever you want to know.”

Bai Muchuan asked, ”How did you get to know Cui Ming?”

Abdul replied, stammering, ”I didn't, I didn't know him…”

Bai Muchuan's eyes turned slightly gloomy. ”Do you want me to remind you of what you did to Lima again?”

”No, no, no, no! There's no need to do that!” Abdul was very nervous. It was clear that he was more cautious and not as eloquent when facing Bai Muchuan. ”Detective Bai, I've already told all that I know of. I'm not the one who initiated the idea of giving Lima to Cui Ming… It's really, you see, I'm making a living in Nanmu; I have no other choice. He's the one who took a liking to Lima. What can I do? Do I look like someone who dared to infuriate the Dark Clan?”

Bai Muchuan replied, ”When did this happen?”

Abdul tried to recall. ”It happened when he came over for dinner one day… That day, Lima was helping out at the restaurant, so that's how it started.”

Bai Muchuan gave a mocking laugh. ”So you delivered your daughter to his bed?”