C216 A Confession

In a dark little room, there was only a dim light hanging from the ceiling.

Zhou Yuan sat on the chair under the lamp, haggard. His hands and feet were tied up, and his face was filled with despair.

It had been a whole week, and he had been locked up here for an entire week.

There was no torture, only endless silence, hunger, and exhaustion.

Last week, when Director Wang brought his team back