他坐在我对面,隔着一张桌子。他看上去二十七八岁,头发凌乱,面容憔悴,带着通宵讯问后的痕迹。他的身旁有块展板,上面钉满了犯罪嫌疑人的画像和抓获之后的对比照片。他看了看这些照片,又看了看面前的桌子,是张圆桌,而不是讯问室里的矩形桌子。当然,他还看到桌子上的一只旅行包。跟昨晚相比,他能觉察到眼前发生了变化——我出现在他对 He sat across from me, across the table. He looked twenty-seven and eighty years old, his hair cluttered, his face gaunt, with traces of overnight interrogations. There was a display board beside him, full of portraits of the suspects and the contrasting pictures after the capture. He looked at the pictures and looked at the table in front of him, a round table instead of the rectangular table in the interrogation room. Of course, he also saw a travel bag on the table. Compared with last night, he could see the immediate changes - I appeared in his right