In an instant, the scene fell into a deathly silence.
Officer Zhao's face was extremely grim, his gloomy eyes fixed on Xu Liang, emanating an inexplicable pressure.
Xu Liang was unfazed, merely meeting his gaze with calm eyes.
The surrounding air seemed to freeze at this moment, making it hard for others to breathe.
After a long pause, Officer Zhao coldly spat out a few words.
"Are you... questioning the police?"
"That's right."
Xu Liang raised his head, speaking expressionlessly.
Then he paused, pressing the question further.
"Why hasn't the police returned the body of the deceased, Sun Jin!?"
"Not even a month later, and the police haven't performed an autopsy at all!!!"
Two sentences, two questions.
Officer Zhao's face turned progressively livid.
"It's none of your business!" he said harshly, slapping the table.
"This concerns Sun Zhongmin!!!"
Xu Liang stood up abruptly, towering over him, questioning loudly, his eyes growing sharper.
