A soundproof glass partition separated the reception room from the outside world. Zhang Shuli’s forehead pressed against the cold walnut table, the metallic chill of the handcuffs seeping through his cuffs into his skin.
Old journalist Li Jianguo huddled in the corner of the sofa, the tea from his thermos spilling onto his trouser leg and forming a dark stain—that very thermos had just rolled out a miniature recorder at the press conference venue, and it was now lying inside a Yaoguang Security evidence bag.
"Teacher Jianguo, what are they going to..." Zhang Shuli’s voice trembled like a withered leaf in the autumn wind. "How will they deal with us?"
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