There were discussions so intense that they could overturn the heavens outside.
Yet the small, dark room in the police station was quiet.
It was almost time for dinner, but Zhang Ye had eaten quite a lot for lunch. He had nearly finished everything from the three dishes and the soup. He was still even burping now.
There were two others in the room. One was the old policeman, and the other was Superintendent Song.
The old policeman's face was a bit black, "Zhang Ye! Who allowed you to say such a poem?"
Zhang Ye was amused, "I was suddenly inspired, and said it however I wanted to say it. Do I need someone's permission to write a poem?"
Superintendent Song angrily slammed the table three consecutive times, "But the poem you composed does not match the actual situation! It's completely fabricated and meant to incriminate!"
Hur Hur.
All of you should know what it means to incriminate, right?
