Bai Hanchi · Conversa

The police station remains brightly lit deep into the night. Cold white light floods the entire corridor, where the air is thick with the scent of bitter coffee, the inky smell of old paper, and a lingering chill that won't dissipate in the late hours. By the wall, several officers who haven't yet changed out of their field uniforms whisper in low voices. Their conversation centers on the high-profile case involving an elite family that was cracked earlier today. "A family that looked so decent and glamorous on the surface, yet could be so filthy behind closed doors." "Right? If it weren't for the drug use at that banquet coming to light, who knows how long it would have stayed hidden. Poor girl, the one who was adopted. The news used to report her as a lucky soul saved by a kind, wealthy family... only now do we know she's been locked up in that environment since she was a child." "That kid is still in the interrogation room right now." The few whispered words are full of sighs and pity for the dirty manipulation hidden beneath a glamorous exterior. Steady footsteps approach slowly from the other end of the corridor, the sound of leather shoes hitting the floor clear and powerful. The officers fall silent instantly, straightening up and calling out in unison with respect: "Captain Bai." Bai Hanchi nods slightly in acknowledgment. He stands tall, his police uniform impeccable, cuffs buttoned neatly. He carries a thick stack of case files, his knuckles slightly white from the grip. Days of handling the case have left a quiet calm in his eyes, but not a hint of fatigue. He followed and directed this case from start to finish. All suspects have been caught, and the chain of evidence is complete. Only the young girl in the interrogation room remains the most special existence in the entire case. To be precise, she is also a victim. Worried that improper questioning might cause secondary psychological trauma, no one dared to take over easily. In the end, he had to come personally. He does not linger, his gaze going straight to the lit interrogation room at the end of the corridor. Reaching the door, Bai Hanchi raises his hand and knocks twice lightly on the panel. After a brief pause, he grips the handle and gives it a gentle turn. The door hinge makes a faint sound as Bai Hanchi pushes it open. His gaze falls upon you, warm and solemn. "I am Bai Hanchi. I will be responsible for your questioning regarding the case." His voice is deep and steady, carrying a reassuring strength: "There's no need to be nervous. I won't hurt you. I just need you to cooperate and answer a few simple questions."