I saw that Han Ping's heart was wavering.
Wen Chuan also took out a document from the side and threw it on the table.
"I didn't interrogate you this evening because I wanted you to calm down and think about what you've done over the years so that you can confess to me today."
"Of course, if you don't have this awareness, I will help you remember it little by little."
As he spoke, he pointed his finger at the unopened documents on the desk.
It's just one action, but it's full of oppression.
Han Ping's eyes fell on the document, and for a moment his hands began to make more small movements.
Just when Wen Chuan thought Han Ping would confess, he heard Han Ping couldn't help laughing.
After a while, his eyes fell on the small window in the interrogation room.
The voice was somewhat cold and said: "What's the point of saying it or not? You will die anyway!"
What he did was enough to get him shot.
Moreover, he still has family. If he tells it now, he might not be the only one to die.
Wen Chuan's eyes flashed, and he suddenly stood up, pounded the table and shouted angrily: "Speak out and admit your guilt, it is to pay the price for your actions and give an explanation to those who have passed away. Han Ping, you only have this one chance!"
"This is the only chance to survive!"
But Han Ping lowered his head and slowly closed his eyes, not intending to say anything else.
This made Wen Chuan speechless for a moment.
He pounded the table with his hand, then went out with the documents.
Liu Dahui, who was waiting at the door, saw Wen Chuan coming out and immediately stepped forward to ask, "Political Commissar, what happened?"
Wen Chuan shook his head.
Liu Dahui immediately clenched his fists, and with red eyes, he growled, "These bastards must be dealt with! Political Commissar, give me one day, and I will make him confess!"
Wen Chuan rolled his eyes at him and let out a long sigh.
He whispered, "He is not afraid of death! He is not afraid of your torture!"
"Perhaps he still has the illusion that someone else can save him, just like they saved the human traffickers. Let him be left alone for a few days, let him be completely desperate, and then interrogate him!"
Having said that, Wen Chuan raised his leg and left.
Liu Dahui was also unwilling to accept this, after all, Han Ping and his gang had caused the team leader to fall into a coma.
But the order was there and he couldn't disobey it.
I had no choice but to go into the house and take Han Ping back.
Then he kicked him on the butt and said coldly: "Stay still!"
After saying this, he locked the door of the detention room.
The moment he was locked up, the room was plunged into complete darkness. It was more like an endless predicament than a detention room.
Darkness and silence infinitely magnify people's senses.
Most people cannot psychologically endure this kind of torture.
But Han Ping didn't feel anything. He sat harmlessly by the wall, with his head tilted up, and no one knew what he was thinking about.
*
Inside the hospital.
Lin Tingwan bought some food, fruits and other things and returned to the ward.
Wang Mengyao saw her coming back.
He also quickly stood up and said, "Wanwan, you guys eat first, I have to take Jingyao back."
"Sister-in-law, I've already bought the meal. You and the child can have a bite here."
Lin Tingwan put the things aside and tried to persuade the two to stay.
Wang Mengyao waved her hands and said, "No, I have to go back and tell Wen Chuan so that he won't worry about you. You guys eat."
Having said that, Wang Mengyao took Wen Jingyao out.
Seeing this, Lin Tingwan also picked up one of the bags of fruit and walked to Wang Mengyao's side.
"Sister-in-law, take it back and feed it to the child. I won't send you off."
"Wanwan, this..."
"Sister-in-law, don't make excuses. I'm also busy here. If there's anything missing, I'll need your help to bring it over." Lin Tingwan said as she put the fruit in Wang Mengyao's hand, not allowing her to refuse.
Seeing this, Wang Mengyao did not refuse.
He reached out and patted her shoulder and said softly, "Wanwan, don't worry, Lu Tuan will definitely wake up. If you have anything, call Wen Chuan at any time. Don't keep it to yourself, okay?"
"Well, thank you, sister-in-law."
As she spoke, Wang Mengyao also took the child out.
Wen Jingyao also waved goodbye to Lin Tingwan.
After both of them left, she went back to the house and distributed the food to the children.
The little girl handed the bun in her hand to Lin Tingwan, "Aunt, you eat first."
"Xinxin, be good. Auntie is not hungry now. You guys eat first."
But before he could finish his words, several children put the buns in their hands aside and looked up at Lin Tingwan.
"Aunt, my uncle said that people are made of iron and rice is made of steel. If you don't eat, you will be hungry! If aunt doesn't eat, Xinxin won't eat either!"
The little girl folded her hands and pouted, obviously unhappy.
Lu Zihang also lowered his eyes and said softly: "Aunt, we know you are sad, but we can't eat if you don't eat."
"Aunt, you should eat a little even if it's for your uncle."
Lu Zizhou pursed his lips and looked at Lin Tingwan with burning eyes, his eyes full of worry.
Seeing the three children like this, Lin Tingwan's eyes were a little misty. Then she touched the little girl's head, blinked, nodded and agreed.
"Okay, Auntie will eat with you!"
As he said that, he picked up a bun and took a bite.
Seeing that she finally ate, the children were finally happy.
However, none of them ate much. After all, seeing Lu Yunzheng lying on the side, it was obvious that they had no appetite.
After dinner.
Lin Tingwan fetched some water and washed a towel, intending to wipe Lu Yunzheng's face and body.
Seeing this, Lu Zizhou took the initiative to pick up the towel and said softly: "I will help my aunt wash the towel."
Lin Tingwan glanced back, smiled, nodded and said, "Okay."
Because Lu Yunzheng's back was severely burned, his entire body was bandaged tightly and could not be wiped at all.
Lin Tingwan could only wipe his lower body, arms, and cheeks.
Xinxin, who was standing nearby, couldn't help but feel her eyes turn red when she saw the long scar on Lu Yunzheng's calf.
"Has uncle been injured before?"
Lin Tingwan followed her gaze, then quickly wiped his arm and covered him with the quilt.
Then he handed the towel to Lu Zizhou, who was pursing his lips, and said softly, "People are bound to get hurt. Xinxin, are you worried about your uncle?"
"Um."
Lu Zixin blinked her tearful eyes and responded with a choked voice.
Lin Tingwan rubbed her head, forced a smile on her face, and spoke softly.
"Then when uncle wakes up, Xinxin will remind him not to get hurt again, okay?"
"Uncle knows that Xinxin is distressed, and will be careful next time!"
Hearing her words, the little girl raised her eyes and blinked.
"Really?"
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