"Thank you," said Butong politely, turning to the police chief. "My lawyer will be here in a few minutes. Please take me to see shiye first." Yes, Miss bu. This way, please

in the interrogation room with three walls and no window, Tang Shi sat on the prisoner's chair, handcuffed, and a dazzling incandescent lamp fell from her head.

she lowered her head, and her face was blocked by the disordered shoulder length hair in front of her forehead. When she heard the door open, she still sat there motionless, never looking up.

"shiye!" Butong rushed forward, bent over and pulled out the hair in front of her, "how about...