Three days.
Within the high walls and iron-barred windows of the Nanluoguxiang Police Station, that was enough time to completely break the resolve of anyone who fancied themselves tight-lipped.
Old Yi was not made of iron after all. Under the relentless pressure of police officers who had seen every hardened criminal and mastered the art of interrogation, his performance of "moral grievance" and "helpless hardship" melted away as quickly as thin snow under the midday sun. He could not hold out.
Chapter 16