A makeshift interrogation room—Shang Xiaoyan managed to set it up in just half an hour, his impressive efficiency leaving Tang Shu impressed.
The room was enclosed by walls on all sides, with only a small square-shaped window above the southern wall, measuring just a few dozen centimeters—large enough for a pigeon to squeeze through. The confined space emanated an oppressive feeling.
If someone truly harbored guilt in their heart, this atmosphere would surely serve as a form of psychological intimidation. At that moment, Tang Shu understood why places like this had been used to house criminals since ancient times.
Beyond the claustrophobic surroundings, the room's sparse setup added to its peculiar vibe. There was a surveillance camera, a clock, a hanging light, a wooden table, and three chairs of varying heights—absolutely nothing else.