Chapter 20:

During the interrogation process, the members of the ad hoc group suddenly retreated, leaving the suspect alone in the interrogation room, including Dr. Song Rui, known as the "mind catcher". This situation is unique. The director of the branch bureau quickly learned of the news and hurried over to check it. He didn't ask Qinghong to scold Zhuang Zhen, and finally asked Xiao Li to come to the interrogation video to watch.
After reading, the director: ...
Xiao Li was still there to explain passionately: "Director, did you see it? It ’s not that we ’re useless, because the enemy is too strong! Through a mirror, Liu Liujun hides wherever he goes, and he points wherever he wants, and he does n’t mean to point his finger. It ’s our tip of the nose, as if we have see-through eyes. Just now I also ran to the interrogation room and looked at the see-through mirror. There is nothing wrong with the see-through mirror. Van Gogh can not only see through objects, but also people ’s hearts, and change our character Speak clearly and clearly with the experience. You are late, you have n’t drunk that glass of water, otherwise you will doubt your life! I replayed this scene many times, he did n’t touch the glass at all With such thick steel, the water becomes bitter, and the magician has no such ability. I ca n’t find his flaws, so I have a good reason to believe that what he said before is true. He is really spirit Matchmaker, Gao Yize's death was seen when he was psychic. "
"Spiritual medium, psychic? What time is it now, do you still believe in these gods and gods? Continue to judge for me, and today I must open a breakthrough from him!" The secretary sneered inwardly. He is the leader of the branch, so naturally he cannot take the lead in superstition, but in his heart, he is actually a little bit dazed. This Van Gogh is really a wicked door, and it makes people goosebumps all at once. And he is like a magnet, as long as he wants, he can immediately attract all the eyes around him.
The director of the sub-bureau had just noticed it when he watched the video. His attention could hardly be removed from Van Gogh. This is still the case across a screen, so how do the people who interrogated him face to face?
Thinking about it this way, the tone of the director inevitably eased a lot, mentioning: "Xiao Zhuang, you and Dr. Song should not discuss for too long, and continue the trial as soon as possible. When you are studying countermeasures, Fangallo must also be over there. He is organizing his thoughts. He is the one who has the upper hand. His mentality is stable and his thinking is clear. When you think about the strategy, his words will definitely be watertight. How long you delay, it is equal to how many opportunities he is given. ?"
This principle Zhuang Zhen and Song Rui certainly understand. The two nodded as they should, then cleaned up the information on the table and prepared to fight again.
Before leaving the office, the director suddenly said: "Dr. Song, if you have time, you should go to a special institution to do a psychological assessment. It is not that we do not believe you, but that the system requires it, and we have no way."
Song Rui froze for a while before nodding gently and politely: "Good director, I'll do a psychological assessment after solving this case. I'm sorry to trouble you."
"It's okay, everyone is their own, what trouble is not troublesome." The secretary walked away with a smile, but the tone and movement were awkward.
Xiao Li did not dare to comment on this issue, and could only be as quiet as the whole journey. When Zhuang Zhen walked to the door, he stopped suddenly, looked back at Song Rui and said seriously: "Dr. Song, I believe you."
As a top psychologist, Song Rui can easily deceive any appraiser, so let him do psychological assessment is not necessary. Starting from a personal relationship, Zhuang Zhen is more willing to believe that the other party is a good person who understands self-discipline.
Song Rui nodded silently, and no one knew what to think.
The three of them each walked toward the interrogation room with a pile of thick materials. Their faces were firm, but their hearts were full of hesitation. Xiao Li took the lead and whispered: "Captain, how can we pry Van Gogh's mouth later? Even if we doubt him, we can't find evidence or flaws! This person is too difficult. Fooled! "
Zhuang Zhen: "Try the red-faced and white-faced interrogation method. Playing psychological tricks, we are not Van Gogh's opponents, it is better to use a more direct method."
The so-called red-faced and white-faced are two policemen, one acting as a bad guy to force a confession, and one acting as a good guy to help the suspect find various reasons for excuse. Suspects reject the fear of bad policemen and at the same time they will have an irresistible sense of dependence on good policemen. In the ensuing questions, they will unconsciously put their guard down and tell the truth. This method of interrogation has not been used for a long time, one is too simple and rough, and the other is easy to use too much force.
Song Rui was skeptical of this technique and asked, "What if he doesn't eat hard?"
Zhuang Zhen decisively said: "Then engage in wheel wars and continue to consume with him."
Xiao Li was suddenly desperate and whispered: "Boss, the wheel battle can only be played for twenty-four hours! He can't pry his mouth open, and we have to let go of people after twenty-four hours. He even carried the most fierce battles. Well, he certainly won't spit next. "
Zhuang Zhen said in a somber tone: "Then I will talk about it later." There is no doubt that Van Gogh is the most difficult, treacherous and cunning suspect he has ever met. Every word he spoke, down to every word, made people unable to find any flaws.
psychic? Is there such a detached reality in the world?
Walking to the interrogation room, Zhuang Zhen's firm footsteps became hesitant, and stood at the door for a while before entering. Xiao Li originally wanted to get in touch with the magical man Van Gogh, but was pushed aside by Liao Fang who hurriedly ran away and took away the position of the reporter.
"Let's go to the monitoring room, I'll come." She went in fart, full of excitement in her voice.
"Eh, eh, why are you doing this?" Xiao Li reached out and grabbed Liao Fang's collar, but he was still a step behind and could only walk into the listening room and watch.
All the cameras are recording Van Gogh ’s every move. Xiao Li turned these surveillance videos back and looked at it, and then was shocked to find that Van Gogh had not changed his sitting position since they left. He had been leaning on the stool, his legs overlapped, his hands clasped, and the thumbs of his left and right tapped the tiger's mouth gently without making any noise. His face was facing a bright white light source, but his thick eyelashes drooped slightly, covering his dark and deep pupil. He sat in the bright light, like a star that has never changed.
Seeing such a Van Gogh, Xiao Li sighed subconsciously: "It's over, let him stay here for so long, he is still so stable, and the next interrogation is also hanging!"
Liu Tao, who walked in with it, scratched his half-bald head and scolded: "Fuck his grandma, what are we going to fight against him? No way!"
Zhuang Zhen striding into the interrogation room is also thinking about the same problem-what tricks to deal with the person in front of him? Does red face and white face really work? Wouldn't it be like a leapfrog?
But now, Zhuang Zhen has no time to think about it. He took a deep breath and slammed the material he held in his arms to the table. He asked sharply, "Van Galo, for what you posted on the Internet, How do you explain those death notices? You are disturbing the police, and we have the right to sue you! "
Liao Fang was taken aback by the huge trembling sound from the desktop, and his face suddenly turned white. Song Rui, who had never been surprised, also paused for a while, and then subconsciously went to help the glasses frame on the bridge of his nose. This is his unique action when adjusting his mind.
Liu Tao and Xiao Li jumped a little bit at the spot because of the sudden loud noise, then patted their chests together, looking shocked. The captain said that he would blow up, who could bear it?
But Van Gogho carried it. He was still sitting quietly in his chair, not startled, not raised his head, and even his eyelashes did not tremble even a trace. His two thumbs changed from tapping the tiger's mouth to surrounding each other, and the original boring actions instantly brought a bit of interest.
He leaned back more and more, his eyes almost abyssed and looked at Zhuang Zhen from bottom to top, jokingly said: "Sergeant Zhuang, my opinion is exactly the opposite of yours. The microblogs I posted are not a kind of Disturbing and misleading, but showing you the way. How can you blame me on your own way? I can say it, I have said it already; I can do it, I have done it. I I have asked myself that I have fulfilled the obligations of a law-abiding citizen. My conscience is clear. It is your business that you are not strong in handling cases, and do not push the black pot on my head. "
Zhuang Zhen: ...
To be honest, he has some words that are poor now, and the words of Van Gogh are quickly punched in his head, and he feels very reasonable. Fangallo has clearly told them the number of victims, but they haven't found it.
Liu Tao: ...
Xiao Li: ...
Damn, the first brigade will definitely be nailed to the post of shame because of this case! Fangallo did not mislead them, but they always thought about it!
Song Rui did not have the so-called sense of honor and shame, so he took the lead in finding out the key point: "But you have been playing word games with us and did not tell us the specific situation, which is misleading? If you call the police in advance, Nothing will happen. "
"Dr. Song's words are bad." Fangallo smiled and waved: "I confront you face to face, you can't accept reality. If I rush to the police station and say that I saw a few murders while psychic, you dare Pledge not to send me to a neurology hospital? You told me not to play word games, so if I write on Weibo in more detail, can you guarantee that the murderer will not come to the door to kill me first? Dr. Song, standing The person who speaks does not often feel back pain. "
Song Rui: ...
Okay, he's not a fan of Vanguard, on his sharp teeth.
Seeing the watch on his wrist quietly walking until 4:30 in the afternoon, Fangallo said happily: "Sorry, I think I should go. I advise you not to waste your energy on me, this case has nothing to do with me."
Zhuang Zhen was not satisfied, so he sneered: "Go? Where do you want to go? According to normal procedures, we have the right to detain you. Of course, you can also find a lawyer to handle this matter, but you have money to pay Attorney ’s fees? As far as I know, you are now in disrepair and you have nothing. Apart from being good with us, what are your options? "
As soon as his words fell, the door of the interrogation room was pushed open. A police officer brought in a middle-aged man wearing an expensive suit, and at first glance, a social elite, explained: "Boss, someone comes to bail Fangallo, this is his lawyer. The formalities have been completed, and the director will let you let go. "
Zhuang Zhen: ...
Fangallo stood up slowly, gently brushing off the gray marks that did not exist on his shoulders, and politely nodded: "Then I will take a step first. Officer Zhuang, see you later."