The fluorescent light in the interview room flickered and buzzed twice.
At the exact moment Sun Qiumei uttered those words, the light stretched Mu Qingxuan’s shadow, casting a distorted, elongated image against the mottled wall.
Mu Qingxuan gasped, her fingers tightening until her knuckles turned white. A high-pitched ringing filled her ears, and Sun Qiumei’s voice sounded as if it were coming through a layer of frosted glass, muffled and indistinct.
Chapter 110