I started out as a criminal, and the police relied on me to solve countless cases.

Chapter 153 Physical Defense Breaking
Acting skills are often innate.

Like this bald man in the interrogation chair.

If he had only played the role of Piao Ke, his performance in the interrogation room alone would be enough to instantly defeat any professor from a professional film academy or a veteran actor in the first-line.

Even Jiang Hanwen couldn't help but admire it.

This guy's performance can only be described in four words - natural.

Jiang Hanwen even suspected that through long-term review, contemplation and practice, this person has internalized the identity of a piaoke as a part of his own body.

That is to say, at this moment, he really thought that he was just a thief who had been caught many times and was facing interrogation by the police.

All he has to do is confess the situation honestly, spend half a month in detention, and pay a fine, and he'll be fine.

So from the very beginning, he had no intention of resisting or lying.

"Old Zhu, your feeling is correct. He is indeed a gourd-eater. He is not lying."

Jiang Hanwen smiled slightly, and what he said about not lying meant it literally.

"I said he was a gangster and I didn't lie. I didn't say he was a murderer."

Old Zhu frowned and held his chin.

"You mean, you hid your second personality?"

Lao Zhu was a little skeptical. Although he had been handling cases for many years and had indeed encountered criminals with so-called multiple personalities, they were actually just getting too into the role and believing in the identity they were playing. They kept hypnotizing themselves, thinking that the crime was committed by someone else, or another personality, and it had nothing to do with themselves.

Although this method sounds ridiculous and absurd, it is actually a useful trick.

Just like some men and women in love, they obviously have no feelings for each other, but they say "I will tolerate you" a hundred times a day, and after three months, they start to believe it.

But Lao Zhu still feels that it is a bit outrageous. Do the people who carry heavy bags on the construction site really have the ability to do this?
The interrogation continues.

"Snapped!"

Pei Sanmin slammed the table and cursed loudly.

"Don't play tricks, tell the truth! Did you commit the crime in Ping'an Town last week? Don't deny it, we already have enough evidence, otherwise we wouldn't arrest you!"

"Stop pretending to be nice to me and tell me."

Pei Sanmin stood up and threw the folder in his hand in front of the man.

The documents contained photos taken at the scene, including those of two elderly men suffering severe blows to the head, which were bloody and horrifying.

"Oh my, oh my, who is so cruel to attack an old man? This is such a beast."

There was a look of fear on the man's face, and he was obviously frightened.

"Officer, officer, please stop teasing me, okay? I'm just a fool, please don't accuse me of anything. I'm a steelworker at the Northern New City construction site, I stay at the site every day, and my co-workers can prove it for me, officer, officer, please believe me!"

The man was at a loss, tears welling up in his eyes.

Now even Pei Sanmin, a veteran, was stunned.

He had worked at the grass-roots level for twenty years and had handled at least eight hundred cases, if not a thousand.

His feeling is not wrong.

The guy in front of me is definitely a ladybug. A murderer doesn't look like this. There is not even a trace of murderous aura on this guy.

I am just a heavy bag carrier at a construction site.
Liu Mingyang behind the desk is also in a downtime state.

What Jiang Ge means is to endure the interrogation, but the question is whether it will work for this kind of person to endure the interrogation.

Regardless of whether he is the murderer or not, this guy is already invulnerable.

During this brief confrontation, Liu Mingyang had been observing carefully from behind, and used the "mind reading" he learned from detective Li Changyu in America to analyze this bald man.

Whether it is the ups and downs of language, fluctuations in emotions, micro-expressions on the face, or subconscious movements of the body.

This man has no flaws, he didn't lie.

Liu Mingyang licked his lips, stepped behind the door and took out his cell phone.

"Brother Jiang, this?"

"Thank you for your hard work, you two should take a rest first, leave it to me, no problem."

Jiang Hanwen gave Liu Mingyang a reassurance.

Everyone in the hall breathed a sigh of relief when they heard this.

Jiang Hanwen's reputation is not false. Although they could not find any flaws in the suspect, it does not mean that the prophet is incompetent.

"Director Pei, Director Pei."

In the interrogation room, Liu Mingyang winked at Pei Sanmin.

The footsteps in the corridor were getting closer and closer, and Pei Sanmin glanced at the man in the interrogation chair out of the corner of his eye.

The bald man still looked miserable, and his expression did not change at all because of the two people's unusual behavior.

Seeing Pei Sanmin and the other man were about to leave.

The man was a little anxious.

"Officer, police uncle, please don't leave. How are you going to punish me? How much is the fine? Just give me a number. I'll try to take out what I have, okay? ?"

"Is it a hit or not!?"

As Pei Sanmin and the other man pushed the door open,
"chuck"

The door of the interrogation room was opened again. The person who came in was not a police officer in uniform, but a handsome young man in a windbreaker and carrying a cloth bag.

The young man squinted his eyes, smiled, and looked harmless.

He pushed the door open and greeted the man on the interrogation chair first, then poured a glass of water and handed it to the man.

Finally, he took out a brand new down jacket from the bag.

The man's face was full of confusion.

The young man didn't care at all. He walked straight to the interrogation chair and put his down jacket on the man.

The man only felt a warmth in his body, from his back to his chest.

When he was arrested, he was wearing only a pair of shorts with no clothes on. The police took his military coat away and gave him a single piece of clothing and a uniform.

The weather was several degrees below zero, and even though the interrogation room was warmer, it was still very cold in my shorts.

The man held up the paper cup in front of him with both hands, and the faint aroma of tea drifted into his nostrils, which was very warm.

He became even more confused.

Who is this young man? There is only one interrogator in the interrogation room. Does this comply with regulations?

Why did you pour me tea and let me wear a down jacket, a new one at that?
"You, who are you?" The man became alert.

"Yang xx, it doesn't matter who I am. What matters is, are you warm now?"

The young man was handsome and had a gentle tone, which made people feel like spring breeze, accompanied by hot tea and cotton clothes.

It makes a man feel warm both physically and mentally, a very strange feeling, as if he has gone back many years to the winter when it was snowing heavily.

He curled up in the haystack in the cowshed, leaning against the old cow, and lit a fire in the room.

The red flames warm my body.

The man drank the tea in his hand and closed his eyes. The warm current flowed down his throat into his stomach. He felt every limb of his body go soft.

"It's snowing outside~~"

The young man's gentle voice sounded again.

"It's really troublesome. I have to do it every time."

Jiang Hanwen muttered softly, and his entire aura instantly became as cold as the wind.

A group of evil spirits gathered in his eyes. This hypnotic technique didn't need any external environment to deal with the kid in the Langya case, but to deal with this beast in front of him, he still had to lower his health.
"Advisor Jiang, he's here, what is he doing?"

Everyone in the hall looked at the young man on the big screen in surprise.

He took out a pair of silver-gleaming brass knuckles from a cloth bag.

Slowly put it on your right hand.

"bang"

The young man on the screen swung his right hand and delivered a fierce punch to the bald man on the interrogation chair.

With just one punch, the man's face was covered in soy sauce and he fell on his back with a nosebleed.

The man slumped to the side, limp.

The young man shook his wrist, walked slowly to the window, opened it, and the cold wind rushed in with snowflakes.

The young man was still not satisfied. He walked up to the man with a red face and unconsciousness, and tore off his down jacket, and even his uniform and single clothes, stripping them all off.

Finally, he walked to the door, took the remaining cold water that Pei Sanmin and Liu Mingyang had drunk, and poured it over the man's head.

The cool water trickled down the man's neck.

The cold wind howled.

Soon, the man in the interrogation chair began to twitch.

It was clearly just now that I was wearing a cotton-padded jacket and had hot water, and it was extremely warm.

The next second it turned into an icy hell, and even the blood flowing out of the nose was taking away the little remaining heat in the body.

The man felt himself begin to feel dazed, with countless inexplicable images flashing through his mind, including men, women, old people, little girls, screams, the screams of little girls, and blood splattering.
He didn't have the energy to keep pretending any longer.

But this devilish young man had no intention of letting him go.

The young man walked up to the man, grabbed his neck with one hand, and pried open his eyelids with the other.

The man finally saw those strange eyes.

Countless images seemed to emerge in those eyes.

"Yang, the turtle shell is very useful. Now I will help you remove the shell so that you can take a good look at yourself."

Their eyes met.

The man just felt a black screen before his eyes.

When I opened my eyes again, there was heavy snow all around.

The sky was covered with dark clouds and the lights of the village in the distance were swaying.

I was only wearing a pair of shorts.

This was the night of his first murder.

(End of this chapter)