What? You're a notorious bandit? What a coincidence, me too!

In the interrogation room of the Criminal Investigation Team of the Municipal Public Security Bureau.

Lin Chang'an leaned back in the wooden chair, yawning, looking listless.

Zhao Weidong sat opposite Lin Chang'an, a half-smoked cigarette between his fingers, his brows furrowed and his eyes sharp.

Suddenly his phone vibrated in his pocket, and he took it out and pressed the answer button.

The person opposite him said something, and Zhao Weidong nodded while glancing at Lin Chang'an from time to time, the sharpness in his eyes softening slightly.

After hanging up the phone, he gestured to the junior officer next to him to light a cigarette for Lin Chang'an to help him stay alert.

After Lin Chang'an exhaled a long puff of smoke, he said,

"The girl woke up, and her account is basically the same as yours. You arrived just in time; she was not assaulted."

Lin Chang'an raised an eyebrow; the fact that the girl hadn't been assaulted was beyond his expectations.

"Tell me again, why did you appear near the low-rent housing?" Zhao Weidong's voice was deep and carried an unquestionable authority.

"Captain Zhao, I've said it twice already. My fiancée left my house last night, and her phone has been switched off for over an hour and I can't reach her."

I was very worried, afraid that something had happened to her, so I quickly went out and headed towards her house to look for her.

When I got near the low-rent housing, I heard people talking about how someone had died inside.

I was worried, so I went up to check. The woman's death was horribly tragic.

I just wanted to find my fiancée as soon as possible, because I was worried that something had happened to her.

As a result, I unintentionally walked up to that mud house and heard a woman calling for help again, so I rushed in immediately.

Then I saw the man bullying the girl. I thought it was my fiancée, since my fiancée also has a dress like that.

The man was holding a hammer, so I grabbed an axe from the ground and rushed at him to fight.

"You just picked up an axe?"

Zhao Weidong raised an eyebrow. "What a coincidence that you picked up an axe."

Lin Chang'an exhaled a smoke ring: "I just picked up whatever was on the ground. I didn't have time to think much about it at the time."

"Besides, Captain Zhao, think about it. In that situation, if I didn't have something with me, would I dare to fight a vicious thug with my bare hands? Wouldn't that be suicide?"

Zhao Weidong's lips twitched slightly. After a moment of silence, he changed the subject and went straight to the heart of the matter:

"But why would you beat someone up like that?"

Both elbows were smashed, kneecaps were crushed, five ribs were broken, and vital organs were crushed to pieces.

A flicker of lingering fear flashed in Lin Chang'an's eyes, but it quickly turned resolute:

"Captain Zhao, you didn't see what happened with your own eyes!"

That thug was so vicious. He was hitting me with a hammer, and this injury on my calf is from that.

I was also very emotional at the time, and worried about my life, so I started hitting him randomly. I didn't expect to knock him down in such a muddled way.

Then, fearing that he might still be able to fight back and kill me, I broke his arms and legs.

Besides, I reckon this guy is the one who killed the people in the low-rent housing. If I don't break his legs, he'll definitely fight back and try to escape. What if he hurts other people in the process?

As for your question about vital organs, that was purely an accident. It had just rained in the fields, so it was slippery, and I just lost my footing.

Actually, thinking back on it now, I'm still terrified. Look, my hands are shaking.

As he spoke, Lin Chang'an shook his arm, but it looked more like he was flicking cigarette ash.

Lin Chang'an's words were self-consistent and logically sound, leaving no major flaws, but something still felt off.

Zhao Weidong stared into Lin Chang'an's eyes, trying to glean something from them.

This man had brought two gold shop robbers to the police station that morning, and that evening he dragged in a suspect who had raped and murdered a woman.

And both times, the perpetrators were subdued in an extremely violent manner.

Such swift and decisive actions forced him to suspect the other party.

This Lin Chang'an is definitely not that simple!

His skills and ruthlessness were nothing like those of a small-time hoodlum from a machinery factory; rather, they resembled someone who had spent years on the streets and whose hands were stained with blood.

Despite the doubts, all the evidence now shows that Lin Chang'an did not commit a crime, but was a good young man who acted bravely and righteously.

Zhao Weidong took a deep drag on his cigarette, his eyes becoming even more intense. Just as he was about to ask a few more questions, the door to the interrogation room was suddenly pushed open.

A young police officer strode in, leaned close to Zhao Weidong's ear, and whispered a few words.

Zhao Weidong's eyes lit up immediately, and he nodded to the young police officer, signaling him to leave.

He stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray, leaned forward slightly, and stared at Lin Chang'an.

Lin Chang'an maintained his bewildered and innocent expression as he looked at Zhao Weidong and tentatively asked, "Captain Zhao, what's wrong?"

"Do you know who you arrested today?"

Zhao Weidong's voice trembled slightly, though he had his suspicions. He couldn't help but feel excited when his suspicions were confirmed.

Lin Chang'an feigned a blank expression and shook his head: "I don't know, he's just a psychopathic killer."

Zhao Weidong sneered, his tone heavy, "The suspect you've apprehended is in a serial murder case spanning four provinces; he's a Class A wanted criminal under the direct supervision of the Ministry of Public Security!"

"What?!"

Lin Chang'an suddenly stood up from his chair, his face instantly filled with shock and disbelief.

He staggered back a step, plopped down in a chair, his body trembling slightly, and spoke with feigned fear:

"Captain Zhao... Captain Zhao, you're not kidding, are you? I... I caught that serial killer from four provinces?"

He pretended to be shocked for a while, but the cigarette in his mouth never stopped.

He had been questioned here for two hours. The reason he had put himself in trouble and handed Yang Xinghai over to the police in such a high-profile manner was to wait for them to find out Yang Xinhai's identity.

then……

Lin Chang'an rubbed his hands together, a smile on his face:

"Captain Zhao, if I catch such a wanted criminal, will I get a reward?"

Zhao Weidong: "..."

He had expected the other person to tell a lot of scary stories, but instead, the conversation took a turn and they asked about this.

There was a hint of expectation in Lin Chang'an's eyes. He remembered that the Ministry of Public Security had issued an arrest warrant for Yang Xinghai, with a reward of up to 10 yuan.

He was short of money right now, and if it weren't for the money, he wouldn't bother to cause trouble for himself by listening to the other person rambling on.

Zhao Weidong was speechless; Lin Chang'an's thought process seemed to be different from that of ordinary people.

"We will report and get approval for the reward in accordance with regulations," Zhao Weidong said with a hint of helplessness.

Lin Chang'an nodded, stubbed out his cigarette, stretched, and yawned repeatedly.

"Captain Zhao, is there anything else you want to ask? If not, I need to go home and get some sleep."

Zhao Weidong felt a little awkward. He had a vague feeling that the other party had been waiting to mention the bounty.

He took the interrogation record and looked at it. He had asked the question three times already, and the other party's answers were basically flawless.

However, he always felt like he was punching cotton when facing Lin Chang'an.

"After you sign, you can leave."

Zhao Weidong stood up. Now that it had been confirmed that the man was a serial killer from four provinces, he still had a lot to do.

"However, please keep your phone accessible at all times. You are currently a key person involved in this case, and we will need your assistance in the investigation as it progresses."

"The police and the people are one family, that's only natural." Lin Chang'an smiled and extended his hand.

Zhao Weidong paused for a moment, hesitated, then raised his hand to shake hands before walking out the door.

Lin Chang'an watched Zhao Weidong's retreating figure, a strange smile creeping onto his lips.

In his past life, he was cornered in a civilian house by Zhao Weidong and ultimately shot in the head by a sniper.

He doesn't know whether he should hate the other person or thank them.

"Take a look. If there are no problems, sign here." The young policeman next to him tapped the table.

Lin Chang'an made a flourish of his pen and then swaggered out of the police station.