The night before, when Liu Jiaming and Uncle Jiu came back with the transcript, Fang Zhenyue informed Zhang Dafu that the victim had spoken up and Wu Shanrong had an amazing memory, clearly remembering everything Zhang Dafu had said. The police had already gone to dig up the body overnight, and asked Zhang Dafu to wait for good news.

Then he let Zhang Dafu go back to the iron house to sleep, and he didn't reveal a word more, nor was he in a hurry to force a confession.

Aren't you very smart, Zhang Dafu? Didn't you guess that the detectives didn't have enough evidence when you saw the detectives interviewing one by one, so you were confident?

Now we won't interrogate you, and let you sleep, let's see how you are?

Sure enough, the next morning, the guard told Fang Zhenyue in detail:

"He should have almost not slept all night last night. Every time I patrolled, I saw him either sitting there in deep thought or tossing and turning on the hard bed."

Hearing this, Fang Zhenyue was relieved.

He was afraid that Zhang Dafu was really not afraid. As long as Zhang Dafu couldn't sleep well, he could sleep well.

The excavation last night was very successful, and many body parts were dug out. After sorting out all the body parts, forensic officer Xu Junhao finally wiped the sweat from his forehead and stretched his shoulders - the bodies were finally put together.

These victims can be buried intact.

During work hours, Liu Jiaming and Gary each ordered a bowl of abalone porridge with barbecued pork.

When Zhang Dafu was brought to trial, he had not slept all night, handcuffed, and sat listlessly on the opposite side.

Liu Jiaming and Gary went too far, sitting side by side at this end, drinking porridge and eating barbecued pork, oblivious to the people around them.

The porridge was cooked softly, and the abalone and vegetable grains were one soft and one crisp, one fresh and sweet, and one refreshing and juicy, paired with the soft and thick porridge, a large spoonful was put into the mouth, slightly hot, with a rich taste, and the fragrance made people squint their eyes.

The barbecued pork was freshly out of the oven, coated with a layer of honey, golden and crispy. A bite, the meat is rich and plump, slightly salty, half fat and half lean, with the aroma of fat and the taste of lean meat, making people reluctant to swallow it immediately. They always have to chew it carefully, and only when they have tasted enough will they tilt their heads to enjoy the fullness of swallowing it into their stomachs.

The happier they ate, the more restless Zhang Dafu, who was sitting opposite, became.

His vicious eyes, his twisted expression that was so angry that he bit his back teeth hard, his nostrils that were gradually dilated due to his emotions, and his fists that were clenched tighter and tighter - all these reactions became Gary and Liu Jiaming's appetizers, making their porridge fresher and their barbecued pork more fragrant.

The long torture finally ended. When Gary went out to throw away the garbage with two bowls, Fang Zhenyue walked in with Jiayi.

He looked at Zhang Dafu again and said with a smile:

"You must like Wu Shanrong very much, right? Such a clean and pure little girl is a rare beauty in this world, right? You told her everything. Did you think that you finally met someone who understands you and is not vain, contemptuous, or stupid?

"But, it's really pitiful.

"You told her all your secrets from the bottom of your heart, but the first thing she did after waking up was to tell you all your secrets and tell us the police. She also said that she only believed in us, the police, and believed that we could punish you, a dirty and disgusting trash."

"You are talking nonsense!" Zhang Dafu slammed the table, and the handcuffs hit the table with a clang.

Liu Jiaming saw that his angry face looked so familiar. Great, now the one who was slamming the table and getting angry was not him, but the murderer.

He stood up and pressed Zhang Dafu's shoulders, saying contemptuously: "Be quiet!"

Liu Jiaming could feel that the owner of the shoulders under his hands was trying his best to suppress his emotions, and his tense muscles were trembling slightly, which made him sneer: What, you finally know how to be afraid?

"Wu Shanrong said that if she just pretended and cooperated, you would wag your tail like a dog. She said that although you look fierce and have killed many people, you seem very strong, but in fact you are a servile slave in your bones.

"You are actually a poor creature who desperately wants to be noticed and recognized. You cried and begged her to listen to you, and you were grateful that she was willing to give you a smile like she would treat a dog."

Fang Zhenyue's voice was sonorous and powerful, and his tone was full of contempt.

"No! You are lying! "Zhang Dafu roared angrily and struggled to jump up from the chair, but was suppressed by Liu Jiaming and could not move.

Fang Zhenyue ignored Zhang Dafu's interruption and continued his words:

"She told us all the places where you killed people and dumped their bodies, the process of killing people, and your fragile inner thoughts. Everyone in the police station listened, and everyone really couldn't hold it back, you know? It's so funny! You are so ridiculous!"

"Shut up! I killed you! Kill you——" Zhang Dafu roared more and more fiercely. His previous calmness and sarcasm were no longer there. What was left was the heavy breathing and frenzy like a beast.

"She said that every time you killed someone, you would cry bitterly in front of the corpse, crawling on the corpse like a dead rat to apologize, and begging for the deceased's forgiveness——"

"No! I didn't cry! I haven't cried for decades! I didn't cry! They were the ones who cried! They were the ones who begged me with tears and snot not to kill them! They are like dogs, bitches! I really should kill her! Just like killing other bitches, strangle her neck hard! Watch her flip—"

Zhang Dafu's anger reached its limit, his rationality was dispelled, and his anger gushed out with flames, accompanied by the descriptive language when he vented.

These roars and shouts were recorded by the video camera in the interrogation room and became the most powerful confession images.

Fang Zhenyue finally stopped talking, he leaned back and squinted his eyes.

Jiayi, who was standing beside him, was the first to lose patience. She kicked the table leg fiercely, imitating Fang Sir's previous appearance. The table moved forward under the impact and hit Zhang Dafu's chest, stopping him from saying the rest.

After the cry of pain, Zhang Dafu paused for a few breaths and glared at Jiayi fiercely.

Jiayi was not afraid, she squinted and glared back, her momentum was even greater than that of the murderer who had killed countless people.

People should never underestimate women ’s anger, let alone underestimate the momentum of justice.

Zhang Dafu was trapped in prison, gasping for air in frustration. After holding it in for a long time, he began to curse again. The detectives stared at him coldly. Finally, after a few minutes, he stopped roaring and slumped in his chair like a deflated ball.

Zhang Dafu had said too much, enough to be used as evidence in court.

At this moment, he finally knew the general situation. Gone.

Fang Zhenyue stood up and prepared to leave. By this time, the murderer had completely lost his will to fight. Liu Jiaming and Gary would be able to get enough confessions from him, and there was no need for him to interrogate him in person.

When Fang Zhenyue touched the door handle, Zhang Dafu raised his head with lifeless eyes, fixed on Fang Zhenyue, and asked in a hoarse voice: "What's your name?"

"Do you want to curse me day and night for the rest of your life?" Fang Zhenyue sneered, "Fang Zhenyue."

The Yue in Fang Zhenyue: Yue, the word "獄" under Mount Tai.

Mount Tai, the "artemisia" in "魂归獄" is also this, which can suppress ghosts and evil.

Fang Zhenyue pointed to Gary again:

"Zhang Zeyuan."

Then his finger turned again:

"Liu Jiaming."

Finally, he pointed to Jiayi:

"Yi Jiayi."

Remember, these names are naturally incompatible with criminals. Hatred, since it is to suppress evil spirits, can everyone still be afraid.

The door of the interrogation room was closed behind him. Fang Zhenyue saw Jiayi coming out with her and said,

"Let's go. There are still a lot of materials to sort out."

Yi Jiayi hurriedly followed and thought for a while before asking, "Brother Yue, did Wu Shanrong really say those words?"

"Those? Of course not." Fang Zhenyue smiled and said, "How could a simple little girl expect so many offensive words? I just said them to piss off Zhang Dafu."

He was very angry yesterday, but he waited until today to fight back. He was already considering the overall situation.

"Oh, so that's how it is." Yi Jiayi scratched her head embarrassedly, looked at him, and praised:

"Brother Yue is really amazing, just a few words can make him anxious, and he told everything."

"It's not me who is amazing, it's you who is amazing! Bringing Ding Baoshu with you, you made Wu Shanrong speak. I have enough information, of course I can force Zhang Dafu to speak. Before Wu Shanrong provided testimony yesterday, Zhang Dafu was so arrogant." Fang Zhenyue shook his head and patted Yi Jiayi on the back, "I will treat you at noon today to celebrate the proper completion of the work of our serious crime team. Another thing is to celebrate your outstanding achievements. You can choose whatever you want to eat."

"So, I'm also amazing? Hehe." Yi Jiayi smiled and asked curiously:

"However, once the murderer is caught and interrogated, won't he feel guilty and easily confess? Why is Zhang Dafu so good at keeping his mouth shut? He has no experience of going to the police station often before. Is he really particularly smart? Or is there something psychologically different about him?"

Is it some kind of special criminal psychology?

“You can’t call it a different mentality.” Seeing the studious and well-behaved look on the face of the little policewoman, Fang Zhenyue took a deep breath, organized his words, and patiently answered:

“In fact, it is very similar to the reason you proposed for combining the cases. Zhang Dafu’s murders took a long time. He felt tired and panicked after the first murder. He must have been very afraid of being discovered by the police at that time. And after the first murder, whether it was the murder or the disposal of the body, many clues and loopholes were left behind. He knew it himself, and the more he thought about it, the more scared he became. But because it was a stranger who killed people, and he was a stay-at-home dad, the police could not find any clues about him, and let him escape temporarily.

“The reason why he was calm after being arrested is the same as your reason for combining the cases. After two months, his previous panic mentality has become numb. The tension was also broken by the bloody desire. Since he started to commit crimes, he had been thinking about how to counter-detection and how to deal with the police if he was caught for two months.

"He kept reflecting on the mistakes he made when he killed and dumped the body for the first time, and kept improving. In addition, the police did not catch him, which gave him great confidence, and this confidence also expanded day by day.

"So after being arrested, he was not panicked and afraid like other murderers when they were caught.

"This is also one of the adverse consequences of the police missing the 72-hour golden time for investigating a case.

" "But his calmness is like a balloon, which is actually not solid. No one is not afraid of death or severe punishment. When the evidence really hits him in the face, the balloon will..."

Fang Zhenyue clenched his fist and exploded:

"It exploded with a bang."

"Oh!" Yi Jiayi listened very carefully throughout the whole process.

She was secretly happy to hear that he agreed with the logic of her previous reasons for merging the cases. Hearing the content he extended from this, she felt that the logic was made clearer and smoother by his few words.

Although Fang Zhenyue spoke lightly, as if he was talking about something that was particularly easy to analyze.

But to the ears of the humble little policewoman, it was very strange. Professional and detailed criminal psychology analysis. Yi Jiayi has a deeper understanding of Zhang Dafu and the development of the entire murder case.

A few minutes after Fang Zhenyue finished speaking, she asked about the concept of the 72-hour golden time for solving a case, and Fang Zhenyue answered very seriously.

Finally digesting all his words, Jiayi immediately walked to Fang Zhenyue, looked up and said to him:

"Sir Fang, I understand. Thank you Sir Fang, you are amazing! "

Her tone was particularly serious, and she even changed the familiar address of 'Brother Yue' to the more respectful 'Sir Fang'.

Faced with the serious thanks and praise from the young policewoman, Fang Zhenyue was a little stunned for a moment, and didn't know how to react.

When he was a rough man for a long time, he was suddenly treated like this by such a little girl who touched his heart. He felt numb all over.

When the two of them turned into the office of Group B side by side, the bright indoor light illuminated Yi Jiayi in her new clothes, making her look more rosy and white, and more charming.

Fang Zhenyue not only failed to find the right words to respond to her respect and admiration, but even looking at her was dazzling. He

turned his head away uncomfortably and walked to the water dispenser. While pouring a glass of water. He was not thirsty, but he drank a whole glass of warm water inexplicably.

His stomach was rumbling, but his mind was still a little confused.

Fortunately, Yi Jiayi was still immersed in the sense of gain from learning important interrogation knowledge and criminal analysis knowledge from him. She sat back at her desk and buried her head in taking notes.

She didn't notice his abnormality.

Fang Zhenyue put down the cup, turned around and looked at her for a long time while she was not paying attention.

The sun was shining on Jiayi's left cheek, making her skin pink and transparent, and she was more delicate than the rose in the vase on the table.

It was not until Qiu Susan suddenly knocked on the door that Fang Zhenyue suddenly came back to his senses, withdrew his gaze that he had been staring for who knows how long, and turned to the door.

"Someone died in a private room at Haidiva KTV in Kowloon City. "Qiu Sushan leaned against the door, her eyes swept over him and Yi Jiayi, and then continued:

"Everyone gather, set off immediately."

The lunch of hot spring bath and Yi Ji's freshest traditional steamed dace were no longer available.