The bluestone slabs of the Xuan'an Bureau interrogation room were chilled by the night dew, yet Pi Yanlin was lying quite comfortably.
He rolled up his outer garment to use as a pillow beneath his head, gazing at the stars leaking through the eaves, while his fingertips lightly tapped against the system prompt at his waist—the glowing orb representing "Karma lines detected lingering at the crime scene" was currently bouncing around his retina like a firefly.
"The system certainly knows how to pick a spot this time," he muttered with his eyes closed, the corners of his mouth curving into a lazy smile. "The day before yesterday, checking in at the pantry gave me a bowl of oil-splashed noodles; yesterday in the outhouse... ahem, better not mention that."
Chapter 32