After dinner, we rushed back to the station. It was already past eight o'clock. Left in the interrogation room, Qin Aonan wasn’t given any food. Cursing, he lost his temper, "Fucking cops! Let me go or I’ll make your lives miserable!"

I went in with Xiaotao holding a takeaway box in my hand. At the sight of food, Qin Aonan hungrily gulped. "If you confess, you will have food. But if you don’t, you’ll continue to go hungry," I threatened.

"Confess? Fuck you!" yelled Qin Aonan. "I don't know what you’re talking about. I confess to taking drugs but that’s about it. Don’t try to pin some other crime onto me!"

Xiaotao and I exchanged a knowing look. Taking out her cell phone, she pulled up a photo of the owner of the breeding...