"Madam, we are all smart people. We should not use such despicable means, right? Besides being laughed at, it will only waste our precious time."

Lu Weiye was not easily defeated. His brain was working rapidly.

If his subordinates did not betray him, what would the police do if they got these names?

He frowned slightly. Could it be that this was the name list obtained by Organized Crime and Triads? Since Wang Xinqiu, the informant, had been infiltrated by Organized Crime and Triads and even became a small leader, it was not impossible for Organized Crime and Triads to get the names of most of his subordinates, right?

Although he never thought that he was betrayed by the girl who was completely unsightly, and he never thought that the female police officer in front of him had power that he could not understand at all, he was actually a little relieved after making wild guesses.

For a gambler who risked his life to survive until now, he probably needs some optimism and tenacity - these qualities he does have.

"I don't know what this list you put together is. But you want me to confess something and who I killed just by making a list and charging me with a crime? Ha, I'm afraid that's too unrealistic, right?" Lu Weiye spread his hands and refuted Jiayi's pressure.

"You won't cry until you see the coffin?"

Jiayi's goal of disrupting the soldiers' morale was achieved, so she didn't want to waste another word with him, and said bluntly:

"That day, you walked into the abandoned charcoal burning factory on Austin Road West with a crutch in your left hand. Wang Xinqiu had been tied up there. He was kneeling facing the door, and when you walked in from the main entrance, he seemed to be kneeling to you.

"When you walked in, Uncle Gu immediately called his bodyguards to bring you a chair and asked you to sit down.

"Then a basin of cold water was poured on Wang Xinqiu's head. He woke up with his hair dripping with water. He had not yet fully recovered his consciousness. When he saw you in confusion, he began to mumble for mercy.

"The strong light hit his face, making it impossible for him to open his eyes. He knelt sideways in discomfort. He wanted to move to avoid the strong light but he could not move at all.

"You must enjoy watching this kind of scene, right? Does torturing others make you happy?"

Lu Weiye stared at her and chuckled dryly, "So being a policeman also requires the ability to make up stories?"

Jiayi did not respond to his words, but continued confidently:

"First, use the dragon-headed cane to hit Wang Xinqiu's forehead three times, then the left shoulder, and finally the right shoulder. During this process, Wang Xinqiu kept begging for mercy, sobbing and saying, 'Uncle Ye, Uncle Ye, I didn't...'"

Jiayi recalled Wang Xinqiu's tone and imitated it, with the same tone and voice as in the flow image.

Lu Weiye's pupils gradually shrank, and her narration brought him back to the old factory that day. He had killed countless people in his life, and for the first time he felt a chill on his back.

Why, her tone is so similar to Wang Xinqiu's? This... Even if someone really confessed, how could she imitate it so closely?

At this moment, Lu Weiye stared at Yi Jiayi, as if he was worried that she would suddenly pounce on him, change into Wang Xinqiu's masculine voice, and roar, "Give me back my life! Give me back my life!"

Jiayi certainly didn't, he imitated Wang Xinqiu, and her eyes suddenly shot towards Lu Weiye like lightning. At the moment when his scalp was numb, she continued:

"No matter how he begged for mercy, you ignored him, and even beat him harder, and scolded him for being a 'swindler'.

"When the punishment of whipping was over, was he still arguing for himself? Saying something like... Uncle Ye, I didn't, I didn't...?"

"It's a pity that you have already made up your mind to kill. There is no way you will let go of this police informant, this traitor.

" You turned the dragon-head stick, preparing to draw out the stiletto.

"At this time, a man came forward and grabbed Wang Xinqiu's hair, forcing him to tilt his head back, so that it would be easier for you to cut his throat. Who was this person who came forward? Was it your right-hand man Wang Ting? Or was it Mr. Bai, whom you valued very much? Or was it Uncle Gu, who was very considerate and ordered someone to move a chair for you when you entered the door...

"Or, was it Qin Tairong, the 'red man' in charge of Jordan Road Primary School? "

When she mentioned the three words 'Qin Tairong', Jiayi raised her voice especially.

The previous names were just a decoy, Qin Tairong was the one who grabbed Wang Xinqiu's hair and forced him to look up.

The police didn't know about this, but Lu Weiye knew it.

Maybe Xu Shaowei and the others didn't know that Jiayi had a purpose, but Lu Weiye felt more and more frightened.

His breathing became rapid unconsciously, and after clenching his left fist, his thumb kept rubbing his half-broken middle finger quickly. This was a small movement he would make when he was thinking about things and was nervous and afraid, but at this time he couldn't control it no matter what.

How could she know?

She knew everything!

Could it be... Could it be that his men really confessed? They were just caught in the police station, and those people he carefully selected betrayed him?

This is almost completely true . It destroyed Lu Weiye's confidence in himself.

If the things he had always believed in were proven to be wrong so easily. Then what can he believe in in all his plans?

Jiayi picked up the bottle of mineral water and drank the water slowly to moisten her throat.

Lu Weiye stared at her, feeling anxious and irritable. The flow of time seemed to have a sound. In his ears, a "dong" sound like a bell struck within a second, making his heart stuffy and his forehead dull.

Inspector Huang and Wagner outside the interrogation room were also silent and staring, showing expressions of disbelief one by one.

Inspector Huang took advantage of this gap to take a deep breath, only to find that he had held his breath unconsciously.

Wiping his chin with the back of his hand, he relaxed, then turned to ask Wagner:

"This information is not in the report you submitted to me. How could Yi Jiayi know it? And looking at Lu Weiye's expression, it seems that he is right. Yi Jiayi is just like at the crime scene. This... this..." It's

too weird.

Wagner was also absent-minded for a moment. In fact, he was as surprised and puzzled as Superintendent Huang, but when asked by Huang Sir, he still forced himself to regain his rationality.

After lowering his eyes and thinking for a few breaths, Wagner looked up and said:

"Yi Shazhan spends more time with the forensic officer and the forensic department every day than the rest of us. She has been talking about this case with Tannen... Forensic Officer Xu Sir often says that corpses can speak, and Da Guangming Brother of the Forensic Department also said that 'environmental evidence can speak'. I think it must be the clues left at the scene and the evidence found on the corpse that let Jiayi know this on-site information. "

Superintendent Huang frowned, nodded twice very slowly, then made a "tsk" sound and showed a sighing expression again.

Then he stopped chatting with Wagner and turned back to look at the interrogation room again.

His eyes swept over the little movements that Lu Weiye could no longer restrain, and finally settled on Yi Jiayi's face. He couldn't help but sigh to Wagner:

"The young people nowadays are amazing, amazing!"

Jiayi in the interrogation room didn't know how many people were watching her interrogation simultaneously. In fact, she had completely entered a state of ecstasy.

In her eyes, there were only Lu Weiye and herself, no one else.

"Hahaha..." Lu Weiye, who was completely panicked in his heart, suddenly shook his head and laughed. He looked helpless and sighed:

"Does the police now rely on making up stories to solve cases?

"Yi Shazhan, the Qin Tairong you mentioned is indeed my senior employee. I also read the news about Wang Xinqiu's death. It seems that he died on December 2? Unfortunately, I sent Qin Tairong to Thailand to purchase goods during those days. Kiwis were on the market, and I also bought a large number of strawberries and other things. My bills and schedules are still there, and the police may be able to find Qin Tairong's flight ticket.

"Madam, we are all good citizens. We can't just talk about things like this."

As soon as Lu Weiye finished speaking, the detectives who were watching the interrogation on closed-circuit television in the small dark room next door could not sit still.

"Not good!" Uncle Jiu punched his palm and stood up from his chair. What should he do? Isn't this a revelation?

"What should I do..."

"It's over..."

"Go to the streets... What should I do?"

"Ah!" Liu Jiaming also shouted nervously.

"Wait." Fang Zhenyue, who was also in the line, was able to keep his composure. He sat on a chair, waved his hands at everyone, frowned and said,

"Eleven is not panicking."

Everyone stretched their necks and stared at the closed-circuit TV. Sure enough, Jiayi tilted her head and sneered, without showing any panic.

Could it be that Lu Weiye was deceiving Jiayi?

In the interrogation room, Lu Weiye was laughing, and Yi Jiayi was also laughing.

But one was laughing falsely, and the other was laughing calmly.

The false one was Lu Weiye, who was indeed deceiving Yi Jiayi.

He wanted to know whether the police really knew, or were just making up stories to induce him to confess.

This was the last trick he could use when he was extremely panicked.

Although he tried hard to pretend and was still struggling, he actually began to believe Jiayi's words in his heart: I'm afraid one of his men really confessed.

"Lu Weiye, you and I know very well that Qin Tairong was there that day.

"And the person who pulled Wang Xinqiu's hair was Qin Tairong!"

Jiayi paused for every word, and her every expression and every syllable was showing Lu Weiye: I know it for sure, don't try to act like a monkey in front of me.

Lu Weiye rubbed his fingers lightly, pursed his lips and didn't speak, his eyes gradually turned cold.

…

Outside the interrogation room, Superintendent Huang looked at Yi Jiayi's performance and finally couldn't hold back his emotions. He took out a cigarette, then suddenly remembered that this was the interrogation office, and put the cigarette back in his pocket.

His hands unconsciously raised to his chest, like a fan waiting for the moment of shooting at the World Cup stadium.

After realizing his little action and relaxing his fingers, Huang Sir couldn't help laughing at himself for being like an unstable young man. Although he laughed at himself, he couldn't help but clapped his hands and praised sincerely:

"Many veteran policemen may not be able to achieve this psychological quality. What a good seedling... Great, great! "

Yi Jiayi, such a young person, could hold her own against Lu Weiye, a seasoned man. When confronting Lu Weiye, she was obviously talking nonsense, but she could withstand Lu Weiye's counter-attack without wavering.

Superintendent Huang shook his head and said in his heart that it was wonderful.

Tsk!

Tsk!