Su Xuan also found it strange. If he's not here, could he have been transferred already? That seems unlikely. The process shouldn't be this hasty.
Just as Su Xuan was pondering these matters, two prison guards walked over, knocking their electric batons on the iron bars a few times before speaking.
"Who is Su Xuan? Come out, you're wanted for questioning upstairs."
The two prison guards spoke with a decidedly unpleasant tone. To be honest, Su Xuan thought such people were fools. He wasn't trying to bash all police officers, but there are always a few brainless ones who take out their frustrations on prisoners.
After Su Xuan was taken away, he was quickly brought to an interrogation room. Upon entering the room, Su Xuan felt that all interrogation rooms looked somewhat similar: a strong light shining in his eyes, and a desk in front of him.
On the desk was a computer and some notebooks used by the interrogators.
