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Two o'clock in the afternoon.

Chen Fan arrived on time and pushed open the door to the interrogation room.

Three men sat behind a long table, with a chair in the open space in front of them.

It was obviously prepared for him.

He Zhiming, whom I had met before, was sitting on the far left. The other two were Ma Kun in the middle and Zhang Yongcheng on the right.

This smiling tiger, whom Fatty Chen specifically reminded, was in his early forties, with short hair, a square face, thin lips, and slightly upturned corners of his mouth.

It's not a smile, it's just that they were born that way, and with those constantly scrutinizing eyes, it makes people feel uncomfortable.

There were also three documents on the table, separated by labels of different colors.

The top document is titled: 271 South Street Shooting - Fatal Shooting Report

"sit."

Ma Kun spoke first, his voice not loud, but with an inexplicable air of authority.

Upon hearing this, Chen Fan sat down in front of the chair and looked up to meet the gazes of the three people.

"Number 3847, you're now a senior constable, that's a rapid promotion."

It was Ma Kun who spoke again, flipping through the documents as he spoke in a casual, conversational tone.

But Chen Fan understood the meaning behind it.

You've risen so quickly, I'm going to investigate even more thoroughly!

"On the night of March 17th, in the third-floor unit at 271 Danan Street, how many shots did you fire?"

"Five shots."

"Five shots, three people."

Ma Kun placed the three documents side by side.

"Zhou Wen, 31 years old, was shot between the eyebrows and died on the spot."

Chen Shanzai, 35 years old, was shot in the center of his forehead and died on the spot.

Li Hui, 29 years old, three shots...

He closed the file, crossed his hands in front of his nose, and stared intently at Chen Fan.

"The first shot is at the tiger's mouth of the right hand, the second shot is on the right leg, and the third shot is between the eyebrows."

After the first two shots, he fell to the ground, unable to resist.

Tell me! Why fire a third shot?

The air in the room froze instantly. He Zhiming, who was writing something, stopped writing, looked up, and Zhang Yongcheng's smile became even more vivid on the other side.

Chen Fan was prepared for this.

Although he loathed this system, once he had taken on this job, he had to follow the rules.

"The suspect has not lost the ability to resist."

Ma Kun's eyebrows twitched.

Chen Fan continued, "When I hit the suspect's right hand, he crouched down but did not fall down."

Moreover, his left hand was reaching for the gun that had fallen to the ground. He only fell down after I shot his right leg, but he still managed to reach the gun.

As he said this, he looked up and stared directly at the three people in front of him, his eyes showing no sign of retreat or fear.

"When I fired the third shot, the suspect's finger was already on the trigger. If I hadn't fired, I would have been the one to die."

Since only Chen Fan was present at the time, no one could find out about such details.

Ma Kun remained silent for a moment, glanced at the document, and said nothing.

Zhang Yongcheng, who had been silent until now, suddenly spoke:

"Officer Chen Fan, you fired five shots."

Zhou Wen was shot in the head, Chen Shanzai was shot in the same spot, and Li Hui was shot even more severely, with three shots hitting his right hand, right leg and between his eyebrows respectively.

You were a trainee officer... oh, sorry, you're a senior officer now.

Can you tell me how you managed to barely pass the police academy shooting exam?

"The distance is very close, less than five meters."

Chen Fan answered softly.

"Less than five meters."

Zhang Yongcheng slowly repeated those four words, "Do you know how long it takes for a person to draw their gun and fire it from a distance of five meters?"

"I don't know. If it were me, it would probably take about a second."

"One second?"

Zhang Yongcheng laughed.

"When you kicked the door open, Li Hui's gun was already pointed at you."

It only takes him a fraction of a second to pull the trigger. To aim, fire, and even hit the gun in his hand in such a short time requires such precision and speed...

He said, enunciating each word clearly, "Officer Chen Fan, do you think I should believe you?"

"Some things are not a matter of belief or disbelief."

Chen Fan was not intimidated by the oppressive atmosphere deliberately created by Zhang Yongcheng. Instead, he calmly replied:

"At that moment, my mind went blank, and everything around me seemed to slow down. I didn't react until I fired and hit Li Hui's pistol."

"If I couldn't do it, I would die, but I did, so he died and I lived."

Zhang Yongcheng clearly didn't accept this reason, but he didn't refute it, because when a person is under the influence of adrenaline, they can indeed do things that they would never normally be able to do.

So he skipped that and moved on to the next question.

"Then explain the third shot."

Li Hui had been shot twice and was lying on the ground, his left hand reaching for the gun.

There were two options: hit the hand or hit the forehead. You hit the forehead; can you explain why you chose that?

This is a trap.

Chen Fan pursed his lips, and after a long while, said softly, "Judgment."

"Oh? Could you tell me why you made that judgment?"

Zhang Yongcheng raised an eyebrow.

"The hitman may not always hit, he's not always this lucky, but hitting between the eyebrows will definitely hit, and it will ensure that he can't fight back."

Chen Fan looked directly into his eyes.

"At that time, we were in an extreme situation, and the three officers were debating whether I should kill someone and why I should kill someone."

My only response is that, in order to ensure the safety of both the victims and myself, I had no choice but to take extreme measures.

His words left the three of them speechless.

"Officer Chen Fan, please don't get agitated. We're not targeting you, but rather taking responsibility for your safety."

Ma Kun cleared his throat, signaling Zhang Yongcheng not to ask any more questions.

"Let's look at it from a different angle. After you killed him, how did you feel?"

"I don't feel anything."

After thinking for a moment, Chen Fan said, "Because at the time I was only thinking about dealing with the criminals and rescuing the hostages. As you three officers know, there was a newborn baby in the house. He was so small that he hadn't even had a chance to open his eyes and see the world."

"You didn't feel anything from beginning to end?"

He Zhiming suddenly spoke.

He seemed to care a lot about this issue.

Chen Fan shook his head: "No, I was emotionally affected after killing Li Hui."

"What kind of fluctuation?"

He Zhiming pressed for more information.

"It's complicated, it's probably guilt..."

Chen Fan knew this was crucial, because it determined whether he could perform his job properly.

A person who gets pleasure from killing, or who feels no pleasure from killing, is extremely dangerous.

The Westerners take this very seriously, and almost every frontline police officer undergoes regular psychological observation.

Why do I feel guilty?

He Zhiming spoke very quickly, as if he was eager to know the answer.

"I don't know, but it exists."

This time, Chen Fan didn't make up an excuse; instead, he gave the answer directly.

He Zhiming fell silent.

Ma Kun sat up straight and said with a serious expression, "Officer Chen Fan, I have one last question for you."

"Did you ever consider that you would kill someone before entering the scene?"

"I wasn't there at the time, but after hearing the baby cry, I was fully prepared."

Chen Fan answered firmly.

No matter what means are used, we must get through this interrogation, or there will be endless trouble.

"So, if you encounter a similar situation again, such as a suspect who has been shot twice and is lying on the ground, but still has a gun in his hand, what would you do?"

Ma Kun continued to ask.

"It depends."

Chen Fan thought for a moment and then said.

"What's going on?"

Ma Kun narrowed his eyes slightly, and Zhang Yongcheng and He Zhiming also stopped what they were doing.

"If the prisoner tries to fight back with his gun, I will shoot; if he doesn't, I won't."

Chen Fan gave an impeccable answer.