Simon had been locked up in detention for two or three days now. A single cup of water a day, no boxed meals, just endless questioning and relentless coercion to give in.
Having been mixed up in such situations for so long, this wasn't Simon's first time in detention. They'd asked all their questions, administered their beatings; his left arm was broken and the muscles in his thigh were strained. No matter how they tormented him, he just grinned and bore it, neither admitting nor confessing. As long as he didn't sign those pieces of "evidence," the cops were at a loss with him.
If it hadn't been for the abolition of the death penalty in Hua Country in 2050, the police in Bazhou City would've executed Simon on the spot long ago.
"Simon, you're free to go," said the officer who, just the night before, had been pressing him to sign.
