Attack him as paranoid

"What is your relationship with the dead?"

"Why did the head of the dead appear in your house?"

"Where were you when the incident happened?"

"Who took you after the incident? Where did you go after that?"

A series of cold questioning echoed in the torture room, Jiang Zinan felt his chest was oppressed and he couldn't breathe. Facing the criminal officers looking at the suspect, his mind was blank except for Lin Yalin's head. He completely lost the eloquence he used to face many media reporters in the past.

Jiang Zinan sat slumped in a chair, stubble grew on his face overnight.

When Shang Chiqian brought him to the company, he was captured by the police and forced into a police car. The passers-by who lived nightlife on the road looked at him strangely, most of them disdainful, and mercilessly exposed him. His chest, but he knew that his name would definitely not appear in tomorrow's report, because Shang Chiqian would suppress it.

Jiang Zinan's slender eyelashes trembled, his dull eyes receded, and he looked up tiredly at the three police officers in front of him.The three of them were pleasantly surprised. Jiang Zinan didn't respond to the three-hour torture, he just sat in the chair, his soul didn't know where he went, but the president of Hua'an Company had already let go , so they could only sit still and wait for the old man to come back to his senses.

When the three of them looked at Jiang Zinan expectantly, the other party only moved his lips, and then said weakly, "I...don't know..."

Squeak - bang

The iron door of the prison cell was closed, Jiang Zinan sat on the narrow bed, the cold moonlight slanted down from the high window, surrounded by impenetrable walls, gray and black, he curled up on the small bed, slowly hugging himself Cover your ears, close your eyes, Lin Yalin's head with make-up comes to mind, those eyes seem to be as proud as before, but the curvature of the lips painted with bright lipstick is different Satire.

beep beep----

In the terribly quiet cell, the sound of water dripping on the ground was vaguely heard. The sequence of falling on the ground was full of rhythm, and the ethereal sound spread. Jiang Zinan opened his eyes, sat up slowly from the bed, and walked to the opposite wall , the walls were damp, water droplets dripped from the rotten ceiling, and the moonlight shining in from outside was extremely cold, as if trying to freeze the water into ice.

Jiang Zinan stared blankly at the wall, he didn't even know what was wrong, he just felt that there must be something to stare at.

'Honey, do you like the gift'

The water droplets flowed meanderingly, turning into these nine characters twisted on the wall, and then slowly flowing down, each stroke being elongated.

Jiang Zinan's eyes widened and his mouth opened wide, but he couldn't utter a single syllable from his throat. He froze in place, unable to move half a step.

"No! Don't!" Jiang Zinan backed away abruptly and fell to the ground, with these nine words engraved in his pupils, like an indelible curse. "No! I beg you, let me go!"

Jiang Zinan stepped back in embarrassment, and yelled out of control, "Let me go! Let me go! Let me go!"

"Ahhhh----don't come here!" Kicking his feet in the air, cold sweat kept breaking out on his forehead, Jiang Zinan sucked in the air, pulled off the sheet to cover his head, and wrapped his hands tightly Pressing his face against the bed sheet, his breathing gradually became short of breath, and his chest heaved violently.

"Quick! Pull him away, he's going to shut himself up!" The iron gate was opened, and a group of people came in and tore the quilt off Jiang Zinan's head in a panic.

"Ah! Don't come here! Get out!" Jiang Zinan beat around like a lunatic, his eyes were red.

"Hurry up, give him a sedative." The four of them held Jiang Zinan's limbs together, preventing him from moving.