Zhang Shiwan stood there, her hands searching over her body, looking for any trace of the scorpion.
Gone?
Zhang Shiwan searched the interrogation room but found no sign of the scorpion.
How could this be?
She had looked under her desk, on Zhang Shifang's body, even moved away the wheelchair, but still no trace of the scorpion was found.
Zhang Shiwan's expression was terrible; had it vanished into thin air?
Zhang Shifang had fainted, and with no possibility of further visiting, Zhang Shiwan had no choice but to leave the detention center.
Leaving the detention center, Zhang Shiwan drove with her mind elsewhere, her soul not at peace.
She was thinking about the scorpion incident.
Zhang Shifang evidently recognized that it was this scorpion that had stung her.
Regardless of whether it was the same one, scorpions all looked alike. What puzzled Zhang Shiwan was why a scorpion would appear out of nowhere and then disappear just as mysteriously?
Tang Huai?
