Chapter 14:

In fact, Zhuang Zhen did not start interrogation, one was to put pressure on Van Gogh, and the other was to wait for the arrival of Dr. Song Rui. Given that Van Gogh is a patient with multiple personalities, the diversity and complexity of his personality and the uncertainty of his psychological state are far beyond ordinary people. It is difficult for ordinary people to understand his ideas, and there is no way to break through his Psychological defense. Therefore, Zhuang Zhen felt that it was necessary for him to invite a foreign aid with a very good professional quality to the town.
Zhuang Zhen never overestimates himself, and naturally does not underestimate his opponent. According to only a few interviews, Fangallo is undoubtedly a very difficult opponent. He has a weird and changeable character. He behaves without rules but is watertight, as if there are flaws everywhere, but he can't grasp his handle at all.
Dr. Song Rui was the best at analyzing the suspect's psychology, so Zhuang Zhen invited him over.
It was learned via Bluetooth that Dr. Song Rui had arrived, and was watching in the listening room next door. Zhuang Zhen then opened the folder and was ready to enter the interrogation process. Luo Hong took out the recorder and pressed the record button.
Van Galo was originally with his left leg overlapped on his right leg. At this time, he slowly and elegantly changed his sitting position, and his right leg overlapped on his left leg. At the same time, he turned his head and looked away from himself. There is a perspective mirror a few meters away, and the corner of the mouth is slightly ticked.
The young policeman standing beside Liu Tao opened his eyes wide and was surprised: "Vice team, he seems to be smiling at me! Should he not see me?"
"Are you a newcomer? Van Gaal knows that this mirror is a perspective mirror, he is provoking us! Damn, this person is a bit evil!" Liu Tao touched his semi-bald head, his face full They are all angry but helpless.
Van Gogh looks like he is covered in braids. He only catches a standard, but only those who have been police officers for many years know that the so-called hard evidence can't accuse him of the crime. At most, he can only be detained for 24 hours. . In the twenty-four hours, if he did not confess, then the police had to let him go.
"Doctor, whether you can successfully close the case this time depends on you and the captain." Liu Tao looked at Song Rui with a distracted look.
Song Rui paged through the pages of Van Gogh ’s psychological counseling page after page and nodded,
I ’ll try my best.

The two stopped talking because Zhuang Zhen had already spoken in the interrogation room: "As Zeng Hongji's idol star, how would you rate yourself?"
Fangallo said with a lip curl: "A star is just a product with a particularly beautiful packaging. Everything is a fake thing for others to see. There is nothing to evaluate."
"Isn't everything false? Is there no real side?" Zhuang Zhen asked gently.
"Even if the real thing is only mixed with a trace of water, it is also fake." Fangallo shook his head with a chuckle.
Zhuang Zhen's chats generally ask: "You and Gao Yize are members of the same group, should you have some understanding of him? How would you rate him?"
"There is no way to evaluate." Fangallo still shook his head, and the angle of his lips remained unchanged.
Zhuang Zhen also wanted to carry on this kind of gossip-like conversation. Song Rui had ordered through a Bluetooth headset: "This trick is useless to him. From the monitor, the expression on his face has not changed. I ca n’t help it. Determine the benchmark. You change some sharp questions and try to stimulate his emotions or even irritate him. He is now in a stable state of mind and we are going to break his stability. "
Zhuang Zhen was silent for two seconds, and soon gave up the current way of questioning.
In order to deal with Van Gogh, long before this trial began, the task force, under the guidance of Song Rui, determined the entire trial process. First of all, Zhuang Zhen will chat with Van Gogh in a gentle manner, asking questions that are irrelevant about life. During this process, Van Gogh did not feel threatened, and most of the answers given should be true.
When he thinks about how to answer these questions, his eyes will roll, his fingers will unconsciously rub on something, and his toes will move. These tiny movements can provide interrogators and psychologists with a way to judge whether his words are true or false To determine whether the direction of the interrogation is correct.
In addition, there is another advantage to let Vangallo open the conversation box, that is, in the next interrogation, it will be difficult for him to keep silent, because he has just said so much, and suddenly he will feel very guilty if he does not speak at once. In order to cover up this kind of guilty conscience, he would bluntly say it anyway, this is a kind of thinking inertia. Once he spoke much, the interrogator could always get what he wanted from his mouth.
This trick is often very effective, even a big drug lord like Taiban also betrayed himself unknowingly.
Now, however, Song Rui finally realized that the task force had invited itself to deal with a small star in his early twenties, not to kill the chicken with a knife, but to do nothing.
There are cameras installed in every corner of the interrogation room, which can observe the suspect's every move in all directions. Song Rui is sitting right in front of several monitors, twisting his eyebrows, sullen his face, and staring at the young man on the screen. The other person's fair-skinned skin glowed brightly under the bright light, but his eyes were black and black.
When Zhuang Zhen started to ask questions, he was always smiling, the arc of the corner of his mouth did not decrease or increase, and his eyes fixed on Zhuang Zhen momentarily, without turning, so he could not judge which side of the brain he was using Thinking. His hands clasped each other and laid on the surface of the chair. His fingertips were long and pliable, but there was no extra movement. His legs overlapped, and his toes fell naturally on the ground without ever moving.
His posture is casual and elegant, but it is solidified like a sculpture, but only one pair of eyes shines brightly and smartly.
Song Rui had no way to get useful information from Van Gogh ’s behavior or micro-expressions, so he was also unable to determine a benchmark for truth and falsehood. Without a benchmark, Zhuang Zhen does not know whether his interrogation direction is right or wrong. The interrogation plan they developed was broken by Fangallo from the beginning.
After receiving Song Rui's instructions, Zhuang Zhen only took a few seconds to change his mind, and then asked a sharp question: "Do you know that most of the black material about you on the Internet is put by Gao Yize? He The impression on you seems very bad. "
Fangallo smiled and did not answer.
Zhuang Zhen continued: "He takes care of you on the surface, but arrogantly slanders you in the back, do you know the reason? Is there any hatred between you that makes him such a ruthless hand against you?"
Van Gogh smiled at Zhuang Zhen and shook his head without saying a word.
Zhuang Zhen increased the intensity of language attacks: "According to our investigation, the STARS combination used all the resources you provided from its debut to its popularity. That is to say, Gao Yize relies on your support to have today. He There is no reason to hate you. We also found out that he got the news that you are about to be exiled from the Vatican from a certain circle, and soon began to spread your black material on the Internet. He could not wait. I want to die you. If you haven't complained, why should he do this? "
Fangallo still smiled at the opposite side. Not only did his expression not change, but even his pupils did not zoom.
Song Rui stared at the young man in the monitor with concentration, and sighed: "This person is really dripping. I have no doubt that if there is a heart rate monitor here, then we can see that his heartbeat frequency has not changed. His control of his emotions has reached an extreme. "
Zhuang Zhen suppressed the sudden frustration and forced to ask: "Your life is very difficult now? According to our investigation, you will have to pay 130 million yuan for the breach of contract damages, and several companies have sued you. The court demanded huge losses, your popularity is gone, your reputation is gone, and now it's all black. If Gao Yize pushed you behind you, even if you were expelled from the Vatican, you can still be in the entertainment circle. Have a bite to eat. But look at what ’s happening now? The entertainment industry has no place for you. You have no education and no skills, you can only live on stuff. What should you do when these things are done in the future What to do? Go beg on the street? You have already been tarnished by Gao Yize and you have no way to go. Do you not hate it? "
Most people have heard so many heart-wrenching words that they would have gritted their teeth with hatred for a long time, but Fangallo still looked at Zhuang Zhen with a smile, and there was no special response. His body language and soft face lines indicate that he is really not angry, but he is lazy, just like listening to an interesting story.
Zhuang Zhen waited for two seconds, but he didn't wait for the expected reaction, and his heart was frustrated again.
Luo Hong scratched his head, his expression unconsciously showing a trace of discouragement. Why is this Van Gogh so difficult, without even asking a lawyer to know what can and cannot be said.
"Fuck his grandma!" Liu Tao, standing in front of the perspective mirror, couldn't help but burst out a swearing: "Is this Fangallo's mouth sewn? Only knowing to smile, not to say a word! Laozi saw his smile The fist was itchy, and I wanted to give him a hard shot! "
"Vice team, don't beat the mirror, lest he hear it." Two young police officers pulled Liu Tao away from the perspective mirror.
Song Rui took off the gold silk glasses, rubbed a bit of painful eyebrows, and commanded: "The language attack does not work for him, giving him some visual stimulation."
The pre-made interrogation process has been completely disrupted by Van Gogh, and the interrogation method of the task force has also been upgraded step by step. This special treatment has only been obtained by the fierce and terrorists. Zhuang Zhen can't figure out how Van Gogh has trained himself to look like he is today. The other party is not like a wealthy young master, but more like a thousand-year-old fox.
Once again adjusting the interrogation ideas, Zhuang Zhen took four photos from the folder and spread them out in front of Van Gogh one by one, coldly saying: "Do you know them?"
Fangallo's eyes, which had been staring at Zhuang Zhen, finally rolled around and dropped down.
Four photos made the air in the interrogation room even colder. Counting from left to right, the first photo shows the body of Gao Yize who fell from the building. His brain burst, his limbs were broken, and thick blood spilled to the ground; In the second photo, a young man was lying in a narrow alley with a knife in the abdomen, and his blood was wet from his clothes; in the third photo, a young man was lying naked on the bed with his left hand. Broken index finger and ring finger, bleeding a lot of blood, a dark purple streak around the neck, urinary incontinence, yellow urine and red blood stained the white bed sheet, the scene was messy; the fourth photo, a young man curled up By the toilet, the large open mouth was covered with foam, the left arm was bent tightly around the needle hole, and the right hand held a syringe tightly.
The four photos show the four tragic ways of death, and they are so unobstructed in Van Gogh ’s eyes. Zhuang Zhen stared at each other momentarily, lest he miss any change in his expression.