Chapter 139 Luo Yihui
◎Your body's reaction is more honest than words◎
Zhao Chenyang finished signing the notebook, his expression a little dazed.
Zhao Chenyang looked at Zhao Xiangwan who was surrounded by a group of police officers. She looked heroic in her olive green uniform and had a unique charm.
Zhao Chenyang asked Zhao Xiangwan in a tearful voice: "What should I do?"
Zhao Xiangwan glanced at her and said, "I suggest you stop waiting for Luo Yihui and go home directly."
Zhao Chenyang suddenly burst into tears: "Go home? Go home to which home? My father and mother are getting a divorce, and they don't care about me at all. I graduated from college a long time ago, and I couldn't stay in a few jobs for long. After meeting Luo Yihui, I lived with him for half a year and managed the nightclub with him. I originally planned to get married after the Chinese New Year. But now...what do you want me to do?"
Zhao Xiangwan looked at her crying heartbrokenly, but he was not troubled at all. He said calmly, "You got what you wanted. Why are you crying?" Then he turned around and left.
Zhao Chenyang was originally crying so hard that he was out of breath, but he was choked by Zhao Xiangwan's words. His crying stopped suddenly, his face suddenly became red, and he started to hiccup. His face was covered with tears and snot, and coupled with the unstoppable hiccups, Zhao Chenyang felt that he had never been so miserable before.
Watching Zhao Xiangwan's tall, dashing, and powerful back as he walked away, Zhao Chenyang was at a loss. He had worked so hard to get this life, but he had ruined it. What should he do in the future?
Walk out of the interrogation room and return to the task force office.
It was already six o'clock in the afternoon, and someone came in carrying a lunch box.
The smell of food wafted through the office.
Zhao Xiangwan and Ji Zhao sat at the table naturally, opened their lunch boxes, and started eating.
The lunch box should have been brought from the hotel. It contained stir-fried pork with green peppers, baled beef with celery, shredded potatoes, and a big chicken drumstick. The dishes were quite rich.
Cao Guang said embarrassingly: "Today is a rush, there is really no time to arrange a banquet, so I can only let you two suffer and make do with the boxed lunch."
Zhao Xiangwan had been busy all day and was a little hungry, so she quickly ate her meal. When she heard what Cao Guang said, she smiled and said, "It's good to eat out and waste time."
Li Mingyang had a bad stomach and didn't dare to eat anything too spicy that night. He gave the chicken leg to Officer Xiao Zhou and replied with a smile, "There's only one case left to be tried. With Officer Zhao here, there will be no problem."
The lunch box was a bit hard, so Zhao Xiangwan picked up the hot tea on the table and took a sip, then took the initiative to introduce Luo Yihui's basic situation.
When he was six years old, his parents divorced and he was adopted by his aunt. After graduating from high school, he went to study in the United States and obtained a bachelor's degree in psychology. After graduation, he returned to China and worked as Ji Zhao's personal assistant. He was once the administrative manager of the Four Seasons Hotel. Now he has opened a nightclub called Jinbihuihuang in Zhu City, and the business is very hot.
He is a smiling tiger with deep scheming.
After listening to Zhao Xiangwan's introduction, Li Mingyang sighed: "It seems that this is a tough nut to crack."
Officer Xiao Zhou said: "He is less than 30 years old and he has become the owner of a nightclub? He is very clever. Nowadays, nightlife is rich and there are many bars in Luo County. Although the higher authorities require such places to operate in a standardized manner, they always find ways to evade inspections. They are very cunning."
Cao Guang looked at his watch and quickened his eating pace: "The call time is 10 am We still have four hours left, so we really need to hurry."
As the captain of the criminal investigation detachment, Cao Guang has rich investigation experience. He discussed with Zhao Xiangwan: "What do you think about the interrogation and investigation going hand in hand? Through Zhou Haoman and Jun Yuyi's description, our task force speculates that the killer should have been in the hospital for a long time, has a car or works in a car repair shop. We can send someone to visit hospitals in Luo County and Zhu City with Ji Zhaohua's portrait to see if we can find the person."
Zhao Xiangwan nodded: "Okay."
Zhao Xiangwan and Ji Zhao participated in the investigation of this case as experts. The specific investigation work was arranged by the team leader Cao Guang. Zhao Xiangwan only participated and did not take the lead. He only made suggestions but did not draw any conclusions.
Cao Guang asked: "Officer Zhao, will Officer Ji participate in this interrogation?"
Ji Zhao and Luo Yihui are relatives within three generations. According to the principle of relative avoidance, Ji Zhao is not suitable to participate in the trial.
Zhao Xiangwan understood what Cao Guang meant and turned to look at Ji Zhao: "Wait for me in the office."
Ji Zhao was not wearing a uniform today. He was wearing a light gray wool coat that matched Zhao Xiangwan's, with a pure white cashmere sweater underneath. His black eyes were like stars in the sky. He was silent, but he was like a beautiful landscape line.
After hearing what Zhao Xiangwan said, Ji Zhao nodded.
[Okay, I'll wait for you.]
There were no extra words, but his gentle eyes made Zhao Xiangwan feel at ease and peaceful.
After eating and drinking enough, I refreshed myself and started the fifth review of the day.
Cao Guang was still the chief judge, with Li Mingyang as the deputy judge, Zhao Xiangwan as the expert, and Xiao Zhou as the recorder.
Luo Yihui's performance is completely different from Zhao Chenyang's.
He was not panicked when he was taken into the interrogation room by the police.
Sitting upright in the iron chair, Luo Yihui glanced at the eight large warning characters on the wall and smiled as he read out loud: "Confess and be lenient, resist and be strict? The psychological suggestion is really good."
Cao Guang said sternly: "Be serious!"
Luo Yihui sat down, put away his smile, and fixed his eyes on Zhao Xiangwan. He raised his chin and asked, "Isn't she from the Xing City Public Security Bureau? Why is she here?"
Cao Guang was not used to him and ignored his questions and went straight to the interrogation stage.
"Name?"
"gender?"
"Age?"
"Nation?"
"Work unit?"
Luo Yihui answered calmly and accurately.
He was wearing a short brown leather jacket and had handsome features. Sitting in this cold interrogation room, he looked sunny and cheerful. It was hard to tell that he was a criminal who hired a killer.
Baseline test shows that Luo Yihui is mentally stable and deep.
Although he sat upright in the chair, leaning back and legs slightly apart, he looked at the person asking the question seriously, without any signs of wandering, and not looking around. It was as if the person asking the question was the teacher, and Luo Yihui was the upright and obedient student.
Although he didn't hear anything from Luo Yihui's thoughts, Zhao Xiangwan felt relieved when he saw Luo Yihui's posture, which was like the taut string of a bow and arrow, ready to be shot.
As long as he takes it seriously, that's all.
No one can keep his mind taut all the time.
There are so many policemen in the interrogation room. If they take turns to fight him, they can wear him out!
After clarifying the "consuming" character formula, Zhao Xiangwan leaned back, placed one hand lightly on the table, and placed the other hand on his knee, quietly looking at Luo Yihui who was answering the questions seriously in front of him.
Before entering the interrogation room, Zhao Xiangwan told Cao Guang that she would interrupt or take over the interrogation at the appropriate time, but she would have to adapt to circumstances to know when the right time was.
This means that before Zhao Xiangwan took the initiative to speak, Cao Guang was still the chief interrogator in the interrogation room.
Now that Zhao Xiangwan didn't say anything, Cao Guang began to delve into the issue at his own pace.
"Where were you at 8:00 pm on February 12, 1991?"
"I'm in the president's office of the Golden Brilliant Nightclub in Zhu City, talking to the manager."
"Any witnesses?"
"Yes, Manager Yang."
"On February 11, 1991, did you call the Blue Phone?"
Cao Guang asked a good question, which mainly catches people off guard.
Luo Yihui remained calm and shook his head: "No."
Zhao Xiangwan carefully observed his expression.
Perhaps because he had heard that Zhao Xiangwan was very good at micro-expression behavior, Luo Yihui had been controlling his facial expressions. For example, his eyes did not move around, his gaze was fixed on the lower right corner of the table, and when he smiled, the corners of his mouth naturally curled up. The first movement seemed to be carefully designed.
But... micro-expressions are the truest reactions of human beings and cannot be controlled at all.
You can control your eyes from wandering and your mouth from twitching, but can you control your heartbeat and breathing?
You can try hard to keep your facial muscles from moving, and stop yourself from crying or laughing, but can you stop your pupils from dilating and your eyelids from twitching?
The more Luo Yihui tries, the more likely he is to be exposed.
Judging from Luo Yihui's current reaction, he did not lie.
The call from Zhu City to Wei Lan on February 11 was not made by Luo Yihui.
This is strange.
If it wasn't Luo Yihui, who else in Zhu City could be connected with Wei Lan?
The main feature of Cao Guang's interrogation was his wild imagination.
"Luo Yihui, on the morning of the 11th, you called Wei Lan and spoke to her under the name of Zhao Chenyang. You changed the meeting originally scheduled for the 13th to the evening of the 12th. Someone from the Writers Association can prove this."
Luo Yihui raised his eyebrows unconsciously: "I would like to hear the details."
Cao Guang said: "You called at 9 am on the 11th. At that time, Weilan was hanging out with her lover. When the phone rang, Weilan picked up the phone, and her lover heard it clearly. You asked her to meet at 8 pm on the 12th and asked her to wait in the room."
Cao Guang's eyes widened, but he didn't say anything.
[The nerd has never said that he heard a phone call, right? Oh, Captain Cao is really good at making up lies. ]
Zhao Xiangwan's eyes were sharp as he observed every micro-expression of Luo Yihui.
Unable to hear Luo Yihui's inner voice, Zhao Xiangwan could only rely on his experience and micro-expression theory.
From Luo Yihui's baseline test, there was nothing special about his expression.
Very careful, very standard.
But Zhao Xiangwan knew that this cautious and standard expression was the result of Luo Yihui's years of self-training.
From the analysis of Luo Yihui's growth environment, his parents divorced when he was six years old, and he came to live in the unfamiliar Ji Mansion, which was actually extremely painful for a child. He was forced to separate from his parents. Although his aunt and uncle gave him parental love, because of Ji Zhao's comparison, Luo Yihui knew that this was not his real home.
He dared not be naughty, angry, jealous or furious, fearing that he would be driven away if he upset his aunt and uncle, and no one would take him in anymore. Therefore, Luo Yihui closed off his true feelings and tried hard to please everyone around him. This kind of self-restraint accumulated over a long period of time made it difficult for ordinary people to see his true heart.
After listening to Cao Guang's words, Luo Yihui turned his gaze and looked at the corner of the table: "You are wrong, that is not me."
But his nostrils began to flare slightly, revealing a hint of inner dissatisfaction.
Very good, Zhao Xiangwan found a characteristic point in Luo Yihui's micro-expression.
——When his heart was experiencing ups and downs, in order to control his eyes from wandering, he would turn his gaze to the lower right and stare at a fixed position.
Cao Guang was still asking: "Who was the person who made the call?"
Luo Yihui said expressionlessly: "This is not my business. You police officers should investigate this."
Cao Guang leaned back and stared at Luo Yihui closely, like a dozing tiger, looking for the weakness of his prey.
However, Luo Yihui did not make any movement, and his eyes were fixed on the corner of the table, as if a flower was blooming there.
Seeing that Zhao Xiangwan didn't say anything, Cao Guang entered the second test environment. He picked up the portrait painted by Ji Zhao from the table and showed it to Luo Yihui: "Do you recognize this person?"
Luo Yihui then turned his head and slowly raised it.
As soon as he saw the portrait, Luo Yihui's pupils shrank.
【ah……】
[This was drawn by Ji Zhao! ]
Luo Yihui was completely captivated by this portrait, and his mind suddenly became agitated.
Ji Zhao's existence is a stimulation to Luo Yihui.
Even if Ji Zhao did not show up, even if it was just a portrait, it was enough to change Luo Yihui's cautious and standard expression.
[This fool actually lived like a human being. ]
【Damn it! 】
【original……】
A small corner of Luo Yihui's dark heart was suddenly torn open.
Cao Guang raised his voice: "Luo Yihui, please answer me directly, do you recognize this person?"
Luo Yihui raised his eyebrows: "It's just a shadow, with no nose and no eyes, how can I recognize it. No, I don't recognize this person."
Cao Guang said coldly: "Are you sure?"
Luo Yihui straightened his back: "I confirm."
Cao Guang said: "You must be responsible for your confession. Our colleagues are taking this portrait to various major hospitals in Zhu City. If they find it..."
Luo Yihui's pupils began to change.
After a sudden contraction, it suddenly expanded.
Pupils shrink, which indicates disgust.
——Luo Yihui hated Ji Zhao very much.
Pupils dilate, which is a stress response.
——When humans encounter danger, they will subconsciously dilate their pupils to allow more light to enter their eyes so that they can collect more information and deal with the danger.
This means that Luo Yihui recognizes this person!
Zhao Xiangwan stood up.
Cao Guang immediately shut up and handed the lead of the interrogation to Zhao Xiangwan.
Luo Yihui only glanced at the portrait before quickly shifting his gaze to the lower right, trying hard to control his emotions.
Zhao Xiangwan walked to the position where Luo Yihui's eyes were when he was in deep thought, and blocked the corner of the table that he had been staring at.
Luo Yihui was forced to raise his head and look into Zhao Xiangwan's eyes.
This kind of admiration made Luo Yihui feel oppressed and uncomfortable.
Zhao Xiangwan's amber eyes shone like glass under the light, completely attracting Luo Yihui's attention: "The killer is your man, right?"
Luo Yihui: "I said, I don't know him!"
Zhao Xiangwan asked again: "Who do you not recognize?"
Luo Yihui: "I don't recognize the killer."
Zhao Xiangwan: "Who is the killer?"
Zhao Xiangwan spoke very quickly. As soon as Luo Yihui finished his previous answer, she asked another question. This fast pace made Luo Yihui feel breathless. He raised his hand and pointed at the portrait: "He..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Luo Yihui quickly shut up and looked down.
Zhao Xiangwan smiled slightly, and the light in his eyes became brighter.
"Did we say that the person in the portrait was the murderer?"
Although the sound was light, it was like a stone thrown into a deep pool.
Ripples spread out layer by layer.
Luo Yihui's head shuddered, a chill suddenly ran down his back, and cold sweat dripped down his forehead.
【Didn’t you say that?】
【Didn’t the police say that? 】
Cao Guang grabbed Officer Xiao Zhou's notebook and read through it quickly, his eyes brightening: "Yes! From beginning to end, I only asked him if he recognized the person in the portrait. I never said that this person was the murderer."
Officers Li Mingyang and Xiao Zhou looked at Zhao Xiangwan with admiration.
Yes, Cao Guang had just asked Luo Yihui whether he recognized the person in the portrait. After Luo Yihui denied it, Cao Guang said that his colleagues were rushing to various major hospitals in Zhu City, and if they found the person...then he didn't say anything else.
Why did Luo Yihui determine that this person was the murderer as soon as he saw the portrait?
Zhao Xiangwan bent slightly and got closer to Luo Yihui.
The string in Luo Yihui's head was suddenly pulled straighter. When he saw Zhao Xiangwan's eyes getting closer, he subconsciously shrank back. His back was pressed tightly against the chair, tightly fitting. He could not retreat, so he could only tilt his neck back as far as possible.
Zhao Xiangwan's smile is like a deadly poppy.
This set off alarm bells in Luo Yihui's mind.
He tried to explain: "This is the result of my reasoning. Didn't you call me here to investigate Wei Lan's murder? Suddenly you took out a portrait and asked me to explain it. So this person must be the murderer. Is there any problem?"
Zhao Xiangwan's smile faded, with a hint of coldness in his eyes: "Murderer and killer, although there is only one letter difference, they are very different, right?"
Luo Yihui gritted his teeth: "You came up and asked me if the killer was my man, so naturally I was led to say that he was the killer."
Zhao Xiangwan's voice was calm, but his speech speed gradually increased.
"No, you're lying!"
"The portrait is just an outline of a figure. We just want you to identify the person. This person could be the murderer, or someone who knew about the crime, or someone who was killed together with him."
"You left Luo County at 8 o'clock in the morning and didn't even go to Furong Hotel? How did you know that Wei Lan was dead?"
"Well, even if you got the news of Wei Lan's death from me and Zhao Chenyang, you definitely can't confirm how she died, whether it was an accident, suicide, or murder. How could you subconsciously point to the person in the portrait when I asked you who the murderer was?"
Zhao Xiangwan suddenly stopped, his eyes seemed to be filled with the roar of wind and snow: "Luo Yihui, your body's reaction is much more honest than words."
Under Zhao Xiangwan's stare, Luo Yihui's breathing stagnated, his chest began to feel stuffy, and his whole body felt as if immersed in ice water, freezing cold.
Although he was scheming, vicious, and had a strong desire for control, it was his first time dealing with the police, and also his first time to be subjected to an interrogation of Zhao Xiangwan's level. All his psychological tricks, routines, and principles were thrown out of his mind, and there was only one thing left in his mind.
——I can’t say.
Luo Yihui tried hard to control his emotions and began to take deep breaths.
After his chest rose and fell several times, Luo Yihui finally calmed himself down: "No, all this is just my speculation. You mentioned that Wei Lan was dead, and you forcibly took Chen Yang and me back to the police station. I found it very strange. I asked the public security officers, but they didn't say anything. The atmosphere in the entire municipal bureau was very serious, so... Wei Lan's death was definitely not an accident, nor was it suicide. It must have been him who killed her."
After saying this, Luo Yihui's mind began to clear up: "You made such a big fuss and treated me so badly. Are you suspicious of me? It's ridiculous! I have never met Wei Lan. I just accompanied Chen Yang here because Chen Yang wanted to see Wei Lan. I tell you, Zhao Xiangwan, this matter has nothing to do with me. Don't deliberately put this matter on me because you are jealous of me and exclude me."
The best defense is offense.
Luo Yihui obviously understood this very well. Facing Zhao Xiangwan's questioning, he bit back and slandered Zhao Xiangwan's interrogation as a frame-up.
Zhao Xiangwan was not angered by him at all, and said calmly: "Jealousy, exclusion? Haha."
The word "hehe" carries with it a strong sense of contempt and disdain.
This caused Luo Yihui, who was already very sensitive about his self-esteem, to gradually accumulate anger.
Luo Yihui began to show his offensive power.
"Don't relatives have to avoid police investigations? Why are you here?"
"Don't pretend to know. You and I are not related."
"You're targeting me everywhere!"
"Why do you feel like I'm picking on you?"
"You want to squeeze me out of the Ji family!"
"Are you from the Ji family?"
When it comes to verbal battles, Luo Yihui is definitely no match for Zhao Xiangwan.
Luo Yihui attacked sentence by sentence and delivered heavy punches, but Zhao Xiangwan had a hidden weapon.
Luo Yihui did not provoke Zhao Xiangwan, but was angered by Zhao Xiangwan, and began to attack him personally: "Why am I not a member of the Ji family? Ji Zhao and I are like brothers, and my aunt treats me like her own son. If it weren't for you, a selfish, strong, and overbearing woman, I would have stayed in the Ji family."
Zhao Xiangwan lazily leaned against the table, his eyes narrowed slightly. "Since you like to settle old scores so much, let's settle them. It was you who planned for Ji Zhao to climb up the billboard alone, right? Ji Zhao gradually awakened his self-awareness, and you realized that something was wrong, so you pretended to have a stomachache to leave Ji Zhao, and deliberately placed him in a position where the housekeeper Feng Ma could see him. You took advantage of the subtle imbalance in Feng Ma's heart and led her to tell the story of the landlord's stupid son, and lured Ji Zhao to climb up to a dangerous height. After the matter was exposed, you pretended to care and deliberately used words to stimulate him, trying to induce him to have an emotional breakdown and fall to his death. Once Ji Zhao dies, you will take over everything in the Ji family. Step by step, you are quite scheming."
Luo Yihui's conspiracy was exposed by Zhao Xiangwan, and he subconsciously denied it: "Don't slander me! You police officers have to provide evidence when you do your job."
Zhao Xiangwan smiled: "Do I need to tell you evidence? My words are the evidence; Ji Zhao's staying away from you is the evidence; your aunt and uncle abandoning you is the evidence."
Luo Yihui's heart was beating like a drum and his breathing was getting heavier.
Flames of hatred blazed from his eyes.
He was no longer willing to suppress his emotions and started to yell, "Shut up! Shut up! I've been in the Ji family for more than ten years. I tried my best to please my aunt and uncle, but they only have that idiot Ji Zhao in their eyes! What's so good about Ji Zhao? An autistic patient, a idiot who only knows how to paint!"
"Ji Zhao is their own flesh and blood." Zhao Xiangwan's words stabbed into Luo Yihui's chest like a knife.
This is the sentence Luo Yihui hates the most.
"Blood is shit! When my parents got divorced, neither of them wanted me. At that time, why didn't anyone tell them that I was their own flesh and blood and asked them not to abandon me?"
Zhao Xiangwan looked at Luo Yihui with a little sympathy: "I can only say that reincarnation is also a technical job."
Zhao Xiangwan's words made Luo Yihui's eyes burn with pain.
Growing up with Ji Zhao since childhood, Luo Yihui has too many imbalances in his heart.
Luo Yihui has been smart and eloquent since he was a child.
Ji Zhao is an autistic patient and never communicates with others.
Luo Yihui far surpasses Ji Zhao in terms of IQ, EQ, and interpersonal skills.
But so what?
Luo Yihui's parents divorced when he was six years old and each of them started their own family. No one wanted him. Ji Zhao, on the other hand, had the most gentle, patient and loving parents in the world.
No matter how hard Luo Yihui works or how good he is, what good can it be?
He could only become Ji Zhao's vassal.
The reason why his aunt and uncle raised and cultivated him was not because they loved him from the bottom of their hearts.
The value of Luo Yihui's existence is to wait until Ji Jinmao and Luo Danfeng are a hundred years old, and then serve as Ji Zhao's loyal servant, take care of Ji Zhao's daily chores, and become his housekeeper.
Of course, in order to repay and to win over Luo Yihui, the old fox Ji Jinmao would promise him some hotel shares and transfer some management rights.
But... why? On what basis?
Is he not worthy of being an independent individual?
Should he give up himself and serve Ji Zhao, this fool, wholeheartedly in order to repay his kindness?
This feeling of unwillingness and imbalance is the biggest thorn in Luo Yihui's heart.
In countless midnight dreams, Luo Yihui was pierced with bloody pain.
When he returned to China and became Ji Zhao's personal assistant, Luo Yihui began to plan how to get rid of Ji Zhao without leaving any trace.
It would be best to let Ji Zhao die naturally in front of Ji Jinmao.
He almost succeeded.
Unfortunately, it was almost there.
It is because of this shameless woman in front of me that I have failed.
Not only that, from that day on, Ji Jinmao began to guard against him. Not only did he drive him out of the Ji family villa and no longer let him serve as Ji Zhao's personal assistant, he also sent him to the Zhushi project as a small manager who was not worthy of the title.
Strangely enough, Luo Yihui originally hated the Ji family for treating him as a vassal of Ji Zhao, but when Ji Jinmao set him free and allowed him to become an independent individual and no longer revolve around Ji Zhao, Luo Yihui began to feel unbalanced again.
On what basis can you come when I call and go when I dismiss?
Why are you sending me away without even saying hello?
Am I a beggar?
All of Luo Yihui's disguises collapsed when the scars in his heart were revealed.
His chest rose and fell violently, his nostrils flared, and his eyes were vicious as he stared at Zhao Xiangwan: "Zhao Xiangwan, don't think that you can control everything by marrying into the Ji family! Autism is a genetic disease and will continue to be passed down. Do you think you have picked up a treasure? I tell you! When you give birth to a child who can't cry, laugh, or communicate with the outside world, you will be heartbroken to death."
I have to say that Luo Yihui's counterattack this time was very accurate.
If you expose my scars, I will poke you where it hurts.
Aren't you, Zhao Xiangwan, invincible? Then I curse you to give birth to a fool son!
The flash of swords and the shadow of swords.
What Luo Yihui and Zhao Xiangwan talked about seemed to be a family matter, but also seemed to be related to the case.
It was clearly a personal attack, but it also seemed like a battle between masters.
Officers Cao Guang, Li Mingyang, and Xiao Zhou dared not even breathe.
There was silence in the interrogation room...
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