Undercurrents in the Interrogation Room

Lu Zheng had been in criminal investigation for fifteen years, and the lights in the interrogation room were more familiar to him than any suspect. The woman before him was named Su Wantang, brought in for the third time in three months, and each time she had walked away unscathed. Her file was as thin as a sheet of paper, but Lu Zheng knew that what this woman was hiding was far thicker than the file. He stared at her, and she stared back at him. Between them was an iron table, yet it felt like a layer of gauze that could ignite at any moment.