"Can you tell me, what does it feel like to kill someone?"
Chen Xiao's question made Zhao Hai instinctively take two steps back.
He stared firmly at Chen Xiao, his tone becoming somewhat tense, and said:
"Chen Xiao, I'm telling you this because I completely trust you. Are you really thinking of sending me to the station?"
Chen Xiao explained, "You've misunderstood me, but don't say this in front of my wife, she's a police officer, I'm not."
Zhao Hai let out a breath of relief: "Then why are you asking me this question?"
"But I'm also an investigator, so I'm curious about what it truly feels like when a person kills, and what the psychological state at the time is?"
Zhao Hai frowned.
But this time, his frown did not seem puzzled.
It was more of resistance.
He was showing Chen Xiao how resistant and disgusted he was with the feeling of killing.
