The sudden knock on the door interrupted Luo An's thoughts. Horst stood up, walked to the door of the interrogation room, whispered a few words with the newcomer, took a piece of paper, and walked back to Luo An.
"This is a search warrant issued by the court."
Horst placed the paper with its black and red font in front of Luo An and said sternly:
"Deputy Group Leader Greenwood, if you truly are not the murderer of Pearson, then please accept the search warrant and do not make this difficult for us."
Seeing the thin paper he usually handed over to others placed in front of him, Luo An's mind raced, quickly clarifying the logic behind the whole incident.
"Hahaha..."
Luo An laughed loudly while clapping his hands:
"Impressive, very impressive!"
Horst silently watched the laughing Luo An and did not speak, but Yurik, who was next to him, couldn't sit still and said sharply:
"Deputy Group Leader Greenwood! If you still consider yourself an FBI agent, please cooperate with us!"
