20 minutes later, Chen Guan was brought into the interrogation room of the criminal investigation unit by two police officers, one on each side, still wearing those gray-blue striped pajamas.
From the moment he was taken out of his home, the police didn't give him the chance to return to his bedroom to change his clothes.
"Officers, what exactly is this supposed to mean?"
"What crime have I committed for you to drag me out of my house like this?"
"What crime? Don't you have any idea yourself?"
Wan, sitting across from him, spoke up.
"I really don't know!"
"I just said, Jinsheng Foot Massage Shop is run by my wife; it has absolutely nothing to do with me."
"If you want to investigate, you should be asking her!"
"No involvement? What about other matters?"
"Are other matters also unrelated to you?"
"Other matters... other matters..."
Chen Guan rubbed his fingers, as if suddenly remembering something.
