"I really just wanted to make money."
In the interrogation room filled with bright lights, the artist Fang Yue sighed and repeated.
"The fox gave me money and black silver, and I just followed along." He thought for a moment, then said with conviction, "I dislike the fox as much as you do—the guy's all mystical and cryptic."
B: But he really gave too much.
In the observation room, Jiang Shu looked at Wolf with a hint of helplessness, "It's been half an hour, and it seems we can't get anything out of him."
"I think..." Wolf hesitated for a moment, then scratched his head, "If you weren't here watching, the preliminary examination staff might have gotten something by now."
"Oh, great, are you saying the moment I leave you'll resort to torture?" Jiang Shu exclaimed dramatically, his tone slightly pretentious, "Do you still see me as an outsider? Aren't the police and public supposed to be family?"
