Chapter 13:

Although the context of Gao Yize's falling from the tower was sorted out, the task force once again fell into a dead end, only because the clues and evidence they had were still too little, so little about how these people were involved in each other, and what caused them to die. No one knows who was killed.
Gao Yize and Wang Wei are alumni of the same class. During school, they didn't have too many intersections except for playing basketball together. One of them is an excellent student with a wealthy family, and the other is a poor student with a difficult family background. Since graduating from high school, they have to go to each other's background. Their living background and social status are so far apart that they have nothing to do with it. After Gao Yize became famous, Wang Wei often brushed each other's Weibo, but it was just a brush, and there was no other action.
Zhao Kai and Mao Xiaoming are even less likely to be related to Gao Yize. After graduating from junior high school, they embarked on society, let go of loan sharks, worked as a pimp, entered a detention center, and were always at the bottom of the society. There is almost no overlap in the life circle and Gao Yize.
The ad hoc group believes that if the four people have really intersected, it must have been in the student era, and something bad happened in this era that brought them together, which triggered the serial murder case several years later. But what exactly is that thing? Who is the murderer?
In order to find out the answers to the questions, the task force conducted a lot of visits and investigations. They asked the four teachers, classmates, friends and relatives all over again, but they never found useful clues. In everyone's memory, Gao Yize and Wang Wei only played a nod at the same time. Gao Yize, Zhao Kai, and Mao Xiaoming didn't even know each other, and never met in public. Gao Yize belongs to the kind of people who are particularly clever and sensible during his student years. He has very good grades, is gifted, and has a good relationship with his classmates. He has never complained with anyone, nor has he participated in atrocities such as bullying.
Although Wang Wei had poor grades, his personality was very cheerful and lively, and his popularity was not bad. Zhao Kai and Mao Xiaoming stopped studying at that time. Although they often moved around the middle school, no one remembered that they had appeared together with Gao Yize and Wang Wei. During Gao Yize's enrollment, there was no student who suddenly dropped out of school or suffered an accident. Everyone graduated safely and then ran their things.
There is no clue that can link these four people together, and what they committed at that time becomes an unsolvable mystery.
"Now only Vangallo can help us find the murderer. Even if he didn't participate in the murder, he is also an insider!" Zhuang Zhen said very determinedly.
On the afternoon of the same day, Zhuang Zhen personally visited the apartment of Vanguard.
"Sergeant Zhuang, we have met again." Van Gogh just woke up, wearing a white bathrobe, and his hair was still dripping with water. A cold air gushed from the door of his half-covered room, and the members of the task force shuddered.
Zhuang Zhen said directly: "Mr. Fan, please come with us. Gao Yize's case requires you to cooperate with our investigation."
"Okay, please wait." Fangallo nodded politely, then changed to a black shirt and a pair of black trousers. The thick black fabric wrapped his slender and pliable body, and it became more and more pale and pale. He walked to the door and stopped for a moment, then smiled and shook his head: "I almost forgot to bring the gift back."
Fangallo turned back to the bedroom and took a paper box, then boarded the police car without hesitation.
At the same time, Liao Fang is chatting with several colleagues: "Summer is coming, I want to buy a parasol, but I can't find the style I want."
"I know that the umbrellas of the two stores are very beautiful. I will send you the link."
"Oh, I have seen the umbrellas in these two shops. They are beautiful, but they don't have the style I imagined."
"This is not beautiful enough? What do you want to buy?"
"I want to buy a starry sky pattern, preferably Leo, my constellation, black background, silver stars, flashing little by little in the sun." Liao Fang danced gestures, eyes full of longing.
"Then I will search for you. Sun umbrella, star map, Leo." Another policewoman took out her phone and typed these keywords into the search page.
"It's useless. I've searched it several times, but I didn't find it." Liao Fang waved his hand regretfully, and as soon as the voice fell, he saw the captain leading Vangallo and walked in from outside. The man was wearing a black suit and black trousers today. Walking from the outdoor to the indoor, he seemed to have absorbed the sunlight, and he was constantly emitting bright light.
Liao Fang and several policewomen opened their mouths and suddenly couldn't say a word. Knowing that this person might be a suspect who helped the abuse, they still could not associate him with negative words such as cruel, ruthless and bloody.
Zhuang Zhen straightly took Van Galo into the interrogation room and appointed Luo Hong as the reporter. The policewomen worked more than one emotion, and Van Gogh's face seemed to be more lethal than half a month ago. If Zhuang Zhen sent someone to monitor the other party for 24 hours, he would suspect that he had a plastic surgery.
Fangalo's eyes were drooping, his lips slightly hooked, and his attitude was relaxed.
Zhuang Zhen moved the spotlight in front of him. Under the stimulus of such a strong light, he didn't even blink his eyes, but instead he smiled briefly. Qingyue's laughter echoed in the forced interrogation room, and Luo Hong couldn't help himself. Shaking. This person's laughter is magical!
Zhuang Zhen didn't look at Van Gogh, but just slowly put down the cuff that was pulled to his elbow and snapped it properly. No one noticed that a goose bump had quietly appeared on his arm.
Liu Tao and the other two members of the team stayed in the listening room next door, watching Van Gogh ’s every action through the perspective mirror. This man was so suffocated that they were totally unsure of what was coming out of his mouth.
Mo said that the other police officers had no confidence in this interrogation, and even Zhuang Zhen, who was experienced and capable, did not dare to guarantee that he would break through Van Gogh ’s psychological defense line. To this end, he made a series of preparations.
The chair in the interrogation room was originally specially made for the suspect. Except for the back and the chair surface which are covered with a thin layer of leather, the other parts are made of reinforced steel, and it completely violates the principles of human mechanics and makes people feel uncomfortable when sitting up. It's a bit comfortable, but it's cold and hard. This kind of cold and unreliable feeling will undoubtedly increase the psychological burden of the suspect, which is very beneficial to the interrogation.
But Zhuang Zhen felt that this kind of chair was still too comfortable for Vanguard, so he replaced it with a steel chair that didn't even have a little leather wrap. The interrogation room is narrow and airtight, and the temperature is naturally much lower than the outside world. As soon as you walk in, you will feel a cold and discomfort. When you sit on a hard chair, this discomfort will instantly magnify.
The incandescent lamp on the table is also more powerful than the general incandescent lamp. The pale white light condenses into a column and hits the face straight, which will stab the suspect and cannot open his eyes. At the same time, it will also make the other party have nothing to hide. feel. In fact, this feeling is correct. In the bright light, all actions of the suspect will be investigated by the police opposite. Even if the suspect didn't say a word, the peristaltic movement of his lips, the zooming of his pupils, the turning of his eyes, and even the frequency of his breathing could provide the police with a lot of clues.
However, all this arrangement is equivalent to invisible in front of Van Gogh. He was sitting upright on a hard steel chair, a pair of slender legs overlapped to form a very beautiful arc, and a pair of over-white hands also overlapped on the surface of the chair, and the light of the incandescent lamp Intersect with each other, and then firmly attract the attention of others.
He sat in the interrogation room as a suspect, but elegant and noble, peaceful and safe, as if he had just come to a party between friends.
In just one minute, Luo Hong had peeked at him more than a dozen times, and was very impressed by the person ’s super high psychological quality.
Zhuang Zhen's thick black eyebrows were tightly twisted, forming a severe gully at the center of the eyebrows. He had foreseen that this interrogation would be very difficult. Even if the first two preparations did not work, he still followed his own steps, so he stared quietly at Van Gogh without talking, and Luo Hong kept looking at the data, as if he had mastered a lot of evidence.
Silence is also a kind of pressure. What people fear most is often not the arrival of terrible things, but the waiting before they arrive. In this blank period of time, enough suspects to think about many things, and the more they think about it, the more they are not sure what clues the police have in the end, will there be definite evidence, how to explain, whether to recognize or not ...
Such delusions will form a torrent that will first attack the suspect's psychological defense line, so the subsequent interrogation will be much smoother.
Zhuang Zhen is very good at grasping the psychology of the suspect, but he once again found in frustration that Van Gogh is not afraid of silence and waiting. His patience is even greater than that of Zhuang Zhen, even sitting in the stressful interrogation room All day long, it was nothing to him. He greeted the dazzling white light, and looked back at Zhuang Zhen silently with those extremely bright eyes that contained all the light points, but still black, without shining, no joy and no sorrow.
Except for the dazzling beauty and the indifferent tenderness, Zhuang Zhen could see nothing from his face. He even tickled the crimson lips in the cutting of Zhuang Zhen's sharp vision, a look of "I am glad to accept all your mercy".
Zhuang Zhen drew his eyes away from his smile, and a circle of ripples appeared in the calm lake. He was very annoyed to find that-before the interrogation began, Fangallo had already prevailed, and such a difficult opponent was almost nothing.
Zhuang Zhen and Luo Hong's adversity and prudence are in stark contrast to the faint lightness and casualness of Van Galo's clouds. Liu Tao and others, who stood in front of the perspective mirror and watched Van Gogh, were somewhat discouraged.
"I think this interrogation is a little dangling!"
"Why is his mental quality so good?"
"The captain must have a way to deal with him. The Southeast Asian drug lord Taban is the captain's interrogation, and Van Gogh will never be more cunning than Taban."
"I think his mentality is more stable than that of Taiban. After entering the door, he has been sitting for more than ten minutes, but he hasn't even changed the arc of the corner of his mouth. Taiban has no such concentration."
"Vice team, Dr. Song is here!" A police officer knocked on the door of the listening room and brought in a gentle and elegant man.
Overjoyed by Liu Tao, he quickly invited the man to the perspective mirror and briefly explained the situation. Knowing that Van Gogh's mentality is stable, the man was not surprised, but just connected a Bluetooth headset and said to Zhuang Zhen on the other end of the phone: "Lao Zhuang, you can start asking, I will help you check."
This man is Song Rui, a world-renowned psychologist, and a criminal psychology consultant for the Ministry of Public Security. None of the prisoners he participated in the trial refused to explain in the end.