Beijing Criminal Police Headquarters.
In the interrogation room, there was a table and two chairs. Each of the four corners had a camera. Just on the other side of the wall, Sheng Zizhao was observing the quiet boy sitting inside through a coated one-way glass.
The boy lowered his brows as he played with his phone, and since he was crucial in helping catch the child traffickers, they couldn't actually detain him.
Sheng Zizhao's gaze shifted from the boy's brows to her right hand playing with the phone, still smeared with blood. The boy hadn't cleaned or washed it, making it particularly striking against her cold white skin.
"Give me a pack of wet wipes. Have you searched everything in her bag?" Sheng Zizhao said.
Chen Qi handed him a pack of wet wipes, "Yes, apart from books there are just a pile of candies, nothing suspicious."
Sheng Zizhao was puzzled, "Books?"
Chen Qi nodded, "Yes, they appear to be third year high school textbooks."
Sheng Zizhao fell silent.
