After Detective Zhang finished speaking, he took a sip of beer calmly and looked up at Hong Shiguang: "Mr. Hong, how much do you think my confession is worth?"

Hong Shiguang stared at the gun and wiped it carefully, then suddenly pulled it hard, and it was loaded. He chuckled: "One-sided words are worthless. The police handle cases based on evidence."

Detective Zhang was nervous, but still had a smile on his face, and continued: "You won't forget how I found that perfect killer, right?"