Chapter 18 The Fateful Enemy

At this time, Chen Yujia's voice continued to come: "To make this kind of person open his mouth, you must make him clearly realize that he is not smart, not only not smart, but also stupid."

I nodded and said, "You're right, but this guy doesn't say anything. How can I make him feel stupid?"

"You need to create an illusion to confuse him, make him feel that his idea will never succeed, and use smarter means to expose the lies he has already said, which will make him fall into a setback, and when a person falls into a setback, he will feel desperate. If he can do it At this step, then you just need to seduce him a little, and he will take the initiative to speak.

I can't help praising: "If you become an interrogator, the peace of the world will be just around the corner."

Chen Yujia smiled indifferently and said, "I'm not that good. I'm just a skill in psychology."

Look at this tone and look, it is exactly the same as the polite scholar in ancient times. Sometimes I really doubt whether he came to modern times hundreds of years ago.

However, due to the seriousness of You Qiaolin's case, I can't reveal too many details to him, so I still have to work hard on the following matters.

"What about the second situation?"

"The second situation is more difficult, because he has a clear goal, and he knows that he will die and is unwilling to say this person, which shows that this person is more important than life and death in his mind. Therefore, it is really difficult for him to say this person, unless..."

Speaking of this, Chen Yujia stopped for a moment. I had an idea and said, "Unless you use hypnosis!"

Chen Yujia shook his head and said, "This can't work. Hypnosis can only be performed if the other party is willing, otherwise it can't be completed."

I smiled and joked, "That's right. Otherwise, after learning hypnosis, I will hypnotize the President of the United States. Do I still need the country to do so many things?"

Chen Yujia was not moved by my joke. He had been thinking and said slowly, "Unless he feels that this person is not important, he doesn't need to protect him."

"But how can we do this?"

I understand the truth, but the key lies in implementation.

Chen Yujia finally showed a trace of difficulty, which was the first time I saw it. It can make him feel embarrassed. I wonder even more about whether the reason why You Qiaolin is like this is really because of this.

At this time, I saw that Chen Yujia's eyes were as far-reaching as the sea, which was the way he had completely entered the state.

I sat there quietly without making a sound. There was only a slight breathing sound of two people in the whole room.

After a long time, Chen Yujia's eyes regained their color. He said at a very slow speed: "We don't know who this person is, so we can't accurately find the key to open his heart lock, but we can infer a general range, and then put this group of people in different topics, so through observation His reaction can sense a more accurate answer..."

Chen Yujia's words made me drink a bottle of cold black tea in one breath on a hot summer day, from head to toe.

This is indeed an extremely ingenious method. I really can't imagine what material is caused by Chen Yujia's brain, but one thing is certain, that is, it is absolutely different from mine. Although I am often conceited and smart, even if I occasionally fail, I will attribute it to luck, but in front of Chen Yujia, I am ashamed of myself.

I think you should come here and sit more when you are free in the future. Although you may not become smarter with smart people, you will never become stupider.

When leaving the clinic, Chen Yujia said to me, "If you have anything in the future, please feel free to contact me. Helping you is also a reward for society."

If he suddenly said this to me, I would definitely feel hypocritical, but I have been in contact with him for a while, and I have just witnessed his free treatment of patients. These numbness really moved me.

That night, I carefully thought about several sets of interrogation paths according to Chen Yujia's thinking. I called Zhang Jiewei twice on the way to ask for some relevant details, and finally determined the interrogation routine. Of course, the routine I refer to is only a big direction. When I really interrogate, the most important thing is to play on the spot. It's like the college entrance examination.

I suddenly felt that You Qiaolin was like an examiner on the road of my life. He wore bright gold glasses, and his eyes flashed with hypocritical and evil light behind him. He weaves one lie after another and gives it to me to crack. If I finish it successfully, then I am a winner. If I can't finish it, then I am a loser.

But is he a winner or a loser?

What qualifications does he have to be my examiner?

Or, this examiner was selected by myself, but do I have the right to choose others?

Obviously, there is no such thing. I can't choose others, that is, 10 million more times. I still have to choose him, this unforgiving devil!

I think that maybe from the day I put on the police uniform, the fate between me and him has been doomed, and it's just time for us to meet, so we have to meet.

This time he went to prison. He was so arrogant and overplayed that he actually made up his criminal facts into a story to tell his girlfriend. Although I still have some doubts about the reason why Zhang Hemei told me that story, I have to admit that if she hadn't told that story and I reported this matter to Lord Jiang, it would have been impossible for Lord Jiang to start investigating the disappearance of You Qiaolin's wife again, and the solution of this case played a role in pulling out the mud for You Qiaolin, so In the final analysis, it was You Qiaolin who sent himself to prison.

The next day, I received a phone call from Lord Jiang, saying that all the procedures had been completed and asked me to go to the pre-examination department for relevant registration. Since You Qiaolin himself is a major criminal, he is going to be tried again now. The procedures are still quite troublesome. If it hadn't been for Jiang Dacong's help, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to do it for ten days and a half months. I am very grateful to him for this.

When you come to the First Detention Center in Anyin City, the tall iron gate makes people feel cold at a glance. Although I am not a criminal, the structure of the building itself, coupled with the invisible momentum caused by its functions for a long time, gives people a sense of depression that is unmatched anywhere else.

Here, in addition to the public security police, there is also an armed police force stationed. At a distance of one, there is also a regular field force guard. Such defense is not a form, but a very necessary one. Because the criminals here are extremely vicious and extremely cunning dark creatures. They are evil wolves in human beings. The crimes committed by everyone are enough to write a best-selling novel, but the reason for the best-selling is not because of how glorious their deeds are, but because of their dark and moldy spirits. The soul is enough to wake up the world.

You Qiaolin is only one of them, but in this group of dark creatures, his darkness is definitely in the top few, and he is a true demon!

I came to the small iron window next to the big iron gate and handed in my ID card. An armed police comrade inside looked at it and then called. After everything was confirmed, only a very light metal impact was heard, and then the small iron door on the big iron door opened.

After stepping in, I felt that the temperature dropped sharply, and the noise and impetuousness were cut off. It's just a door, but it's separated by two worlds. The outside is the sun and the inside is the underworld. This iron gate is the ghost gate. It is true that many criminals who entered this door went to the execution ground. Because this is the first detention center, most of the prisoners are the three major criminals.

The so-called three major sentences are life imprisonment, suspended execution and immediate execution of the death penalty.

With heavy steps, I slowly came to the pre-examination building, which was a separate building. There were no trees or attached objects around, and even the sewer was locked. The purpose is to prevent criminals from suddenly launching acts such as escape from prison by taking the opportunity of arraignment.

I sat in the seventh pre-examination room, quietly waiting for his arrival. It's a short distance from the place where the prisoners are detained, and it has to pass through dozens of iron gates, so I lit a cigarette. The smoke rose and rolled in the air. The sunlight passed through the smoke, but it did not bring any heat, but made it more blurred.

I finished smoking a cigarette, but I haven't brought it yet. I don't know why I'm a little upset and dry, so I pulled out the second cigarette from the cigarette box. When I was about to call it, I suddenly heard a very light metal impact from afar. I knew he was coming!

You Qiaolin is a death row prisoner, so according to the regulations, he must be put on shackles, and when he is taken out, the handcuffs must also be handcuffed, so as to prevent the death row prisoner from doing extreme things.

The slight sound of metal impact was like a thunder in my ear. I pinched the smoke fiercely, stood up, stepped to the window and looked out.

Five years away, two burly detention officers were holding a little rickety figures on the left and right. That figure was much worse than my impression of You Qiaolin, and much worse than what I imagined in advance. I thought that this unforgiving and unrepentant guy will not be condemned by his conscience, so he will not feel guilty or haggard about it, so he should live a good life.

But now when I see him, I doubt if I'm wrong: the person who used to be a little messy, now his hair is messy, and his back is a little hunch, and that kind of capable image is gone.

At this moment, I was vaguely disappointed. Maybe he was not what I thought. He had told everything he had to say, because a person knew that he would die. What else could not let go?

The three people are getting closer and closer, and they are getting bigger and clearer on my retina. At this time, I found that You Qiaolin did not wear the gold glasses. On second thought, it is clear, because in prison, prisoners are not allowed to have glass, metal and other things with harmful functions.

I wonder if he is like this because he doesn't wear glasses. He had been hiding behind his bright glasses, and now he suddenly opened it for him, exposing him to the sun in broad daylight, so his evil soul trembled in the direct sunlight.

A series of flings came clearly, like a piece of music, but it was a dark sound full of blood and death. At this time, they were almost downstairs. Suddenly, You Qiaolin, who was caught in the middle, looked up and took a quick look. A sharp light flashed. I only felt a flower in front of me, and I was a little distracted.

He was looking at me. He must have felt that I was looking at him, so he looked up and looked back at me.

The anger in my heart surged up, and my hands held the iron fence on the window tightly, and the knuckles turned gray and white.

At this time, I heard a voice from the corridor: "Pre-trial Room No. 7." Then there was the sound of footsteps and a series of metal sounds.

I stared at the open door, as if I were waiting for my fateful enemy. Finally, a familiar and strange face appeared at the door.

At that moment, my brain was basically blank. I just wanted to portray that face forever, but I couldn't do it. Because what I see is not a person, but a zombie, a soulless empty object of a walking corpse.

You Qiaolin's empty eyes have nothing, only my portrait. He was looking at me, but I didn't feel that someone was looking at us. I just felt that the face was facing me, and the angle of the two eyes were also facing me, just like a puppet.

The police officer of the detention center took You Qiaolin to the special wooden chair, untied his handcuffs, put a glove into the shackles of the wooden chair, and then said to me, "We are in the duty room at the entrance of the building. Call us."

I nodded and replied, "Thank you for your hard work."

The door closed with a bang, and the room suddenly calmed down, so quiet that even the heartbeat could not be heard.

You Qiaolin was still as lifeless as just now, and sitting there stiffly. At this time, he was like the corpse he often touched before, with no expression on his face and no muscle strength on it. Such a face only appears after a person is asleep or after death, and he is now alive, but he has this face, which is more terrible than seeing the real dead.

I couldn't remember the opening remarks I had prepared for countless times for a moment. I sat there staring at him until a fly flew to my eyelashes and made my eyes have to blink. I woke up and then said slowly, "You Qiaolin, we finally met."

You Qiaolin didn't react at all. He neither made a sound nor nodded, as if I hadn't said anything at all just now, or he and I were in a completely different space, so he could neither see me nor hear my voice.

But I know that these don't exist. He deliberately did this, which is also a common way for criminals to resist interrogation.

"I have to admit that you are an extremely smart person. If it weren't for extremely accidental factors, I think you are still a respected forensic doctor."

I began to use the interrogation words that have been prepared. In this interrogation, although the number of words is small, it includes several meanings: the first is to cater to his pride and relax his vigilance; the second is to use 'extremely accidental factors' to induce his curiosity; and the third is to use the present and past life. The difference between environment and status attacks his psychological wall.

This opening remarks were carefully prepared by me and Zhang Jiewei. Zhang Jiewei promised me to help track down Xiaoxuan's affairs, so he didn't complain at all until he called last night in the early morning. And most of this interrogation is constructed by him.

Zhang Jiewei is indeed a master of torture. This passage is like three lightning strikes You Qiaolin at the same time, and his body moved slightly. However, just a moment of movement, it returned to the previous silence.

"I know, you won't tell me anything anymore, but I'm still coming over. Do you know why?"

You Qiaolin did not move, but from beginning to end, his head was held high and he looked directly into my eyes, as if he was the interrogator, and I was the interrogator.

At this time, I suddenly relaxed my body, leaned back, and then said in an extremely contemptuous tone, "In fact, I know a lot more than you think, such as Zhang Hemei, your book "Folding Prison Turtle" is in her bedroom."

My expression is extremely arrogant, just like a peerless wise man talking to a top fool. This expression cooperates with my well-founded fact, which makes You Qiaolin have a strong reaction.

"He Mei, what's wrong with He Mei?" You Qiaolin suddenly roared from his throat, and his voice echoed in the whole room.

"She is similar to you." My first lie quietly followed behind the facts and threw it out.

You Qiaolin's whole body trembled violently. If it hadn't been for the shackles of a special wooden chair, I think he would have rushed to me now or done other things I couldn't imagine.

I looked at him coldly and watched him struggling to death.

Suddenly, You Qiaolin calmed down and said blankly, "She is innocent. I believe in the justice of the law."

Hearing this sentence, I really can't wait to jump up and slap him dozens of mouths. Is a ferocious guy like him worthy of saying the word law?

"Justice, do you think you need justice for people like you? When you faced those innocent girls, did you think about the existence of the law? An executioner like you is not enough to be shot a hundred times. I exhaled the anger in my heart.

You Qiaolin did not answer. He stared at me like a dead man, as if he could see his hope from my face. Or he is hoping to anger me, and then calmly humiliate me again and watch me run away, just like before.

I calmed down and didn't open my mouth immediately. Instead, I lit a cigarette and slowly swallowed it.

This is what Zhang Jiewei told me. He said that You Qiaolin actually smoked, because he once asked other prisoners for cigarettes in the cell, but when Zhang Jiewei and others interrogated, he never asked for cigarettes.