警察局的审讯室约莫过了半小时光景,路上急驶而来一辆黑色轿车,在红房子门前戛然而止,下来了一个幽灵似的瘦子,他提着黑皮包闪进了胖子来接他的雨伞下。那透着灯光的窗子早已是混沌一片,什么也看不清了,达飞跳下车子,穿过雨帘,悄然贴到了窗玻璃边。 The police interrogation room about half an hour later, the road quickly came to a black car, stopped short in front of the red house, down a ghost-like thin, he was carrying a black bag flashed into the fat to pick Under his umbrella That the window of light through the chaos has long been a piece, what can not see, up to jump off the car, through the rain curtain, quietly attached to the edge of the window glass.