Chapter 175 Too Much Electronic Wooden Fish
In the interrogation room, the young policeman sat opposite Zhang Mo, his face serious: "Okay, we'll believe what Miss Zhang says for now, that it's all a coincidence."
Can you explain to us what exactly happened in the stairwell? Why were those seven people so badly injured?
Zhang Mo looked innocent, spread his hands, and said, "I don't know either. At the time, seven of them were pointing guns at me, and they were saying something in a foreign language that I couldn't understand."
This is absolutely terrifying. I've never seen anything like this in my country before, and I never imagined your country could be so frightening.
I was completely terrified and don't remember anything that happened.
The young police officer said, "Ms. Zhang, this is outrageous. Don't think you can fool the Thai police..."
Zhang Mo: "From the perspective of neuroscience and psychology, the acute stress response triggered by severe fright can lead to disorders of neurotransmitters and the neuroendocrine system, and damage the function of key memory brain regions such as the hippocampus. At the same time, dissociative reactions under psychological defense mechanisms and post-traumatic stress disorder can also interfere with memory encoding and retrieval."
Therefore, amnesia after being frightened is quite normal.
"Come on, translate that part for your boss."
The young policeman, beginning to regret joining, was already sweating.
The police chief, who couldn't understand Chinese: "?"
Left with no other choice, the two whispered to each other for a while.
Then, the police chief picked up a test report from the table, slammed it down in front of Zhang Mo, and looked at her sharply.
The young police officer said, "According to the on-site investigation, a total of 43 shots were fired. 32 of them hit the bodies of the seven people, while 11 hit the wall."
How could you emerge unscathed from such a confined space?
The two police officers stared intently at Zhang Mo, waiting for her to provide a reasonable explanation.
Zhang Mo exclaimed in surprise, "Wow, am I really that lucky?"
The young policeman looked like he'd swallowed two large lemons whole: "...Ms. Zhang, there's no point in pretending now. You and I both know that this kind of thing is logically impossible!"
Given the circumstances and position at the time, Zhang Mo should have been injured by a stray bullet no matter what, not even a scratch, as she is now.
Zhang Mo tilted her head, thought for a while, and then her eyes lit up. She suddenly realized and said, "I know why! It must be because I knocked on the electronic wooden fish before I went abroad, so the gods are protecting me. It seems that the gods in our country are more powerful than the gods in your country."
In fact, you really can't blame her. They fired the gun themselves; it just ricocheted off her and hit them back. They reaped what they sowed.
"..." After hearing this, the young policeman fell silent, and for a moment he did not translate it to the police chief.
Although the police chief didn't understand Chinese, he could sense that something was off. He asked anxiously in Thai, "What did she say?" His voice carried a hint of impatience.
The young policeman snapped out of his daze and translated Zhang Mo's words with a complicated expression.
The police chief instantly flew into a rage, jumping up and down and cursing in slang that even Zhang Mo couldn't understand.
It seems he's a traditionalist and superstitious person.
No wonder he cares so much about Ravi; he must have been in cahoots with warlord Patchai for a long time.
Zhang Mo could already picture the scene of him devoutly prostrating himself at the feet of Master Suphana.
However, considering that there were no Zhang Mo's fingerprints on the gun, they couldn't make a big deal out of that, so they could only change their approach and say, "But we found your fingerprints on the victim."
The young policeman showed a photo: "These fist marks and this palm print match Ms. Zhang's hand perfectly. How do you explain this?"
Zhang Mo looked at the photos carefully, pointed to Ravi, whose face was swollen like a pig's head, and asked in surprise, "You mean, I'm the one who beat him up like this?"
I?
Are you sure?
The young policeman slammed his hand on the table, causing the documents on it to shake: "Ms. Zhang, do you know how serious the charges you are about to face? All seven of them are still lying in the emergency room, on the verge of death! Even if they survive, they are very likely to be left with lifelong disabilities! You could be sentenced to more than 10 years in prison, or even life imprisonment!"
Zhang Mo calmly shook his head: "Wait a minute, I still don't understand what you mean. Are you planning to accuse me of single-handedly facing seven armed thugs and severely injuring them all without sustaining a scratch?"
The young police officer said firmly, "Based on the evidence we have now, this is indeed the only truth."
After a moment of silence, Zhang Mo's lips curled up slightly, revealing an enigmatic smile: "Alright, although I think the more reasonable truth is that the seven of them had an internal conflict, and then they beat and shot each other."
But what you said makes a lot of sense.
"I'll listen to you, I plead guilty, where do I sign?" Her relaxed tone made it sound like she was talking about something trivial.
The young policeman was completely dumbfounded, his eyes widening like saucers: "???"
What's going on? He confessed already?!
Are you being this cooperative?
The young policeman translated Zhang Mo's confession to the police chief in disbelief.
Upon hearing this, the police chief's previously gloomy face instantly lit up with joy, and he said happily, "Great, then the next step is to have her explain how she did it!"
As soon as the young policeman finished relaying the message, Zhang Mo laughed and said, "Yes, how did I do it? Shouldn't you be the ones telling me that?"
The two policemen were stunned, staring blankly at Zhang Mo like two wooden sculptures.
"You! Don't change the subject, give me a proper explanation!" The young policeman snapped out of his daze and shouted, somewhat embarrassed and angry.
Zhang Mo said with a smile, "I said from the beginning that I don't remember. If you insist that I hit you, then I believe you and I confess."
As for how I made the call, that requires your investigation.
"What kind of investigation report do you think would be needed to convince the whole world of this result? Oh dear, just thinking about it makes me worry for you all." After saying that, she sighed dramatically.
"How about this, let me help you come up with a reason." Zhang Mo revealed an extremely sincere expression. "Let's say that I've been playing the electronic wooden fish too much in China, and God was moved by my sincerity and bestowed divine power upon me, making me invulnerable to swords and spears and incredibly strong, able to fight seven people by myself. What do you think of this reason? Can it convince the whole world?"
Inside the ventilation duct, a round, gray ball of fluff was rolling around laughing.
At this point, the police chief finally realized, belatedly, what a troublesome hot potato he had taken on!
At the same time, another policeman rushed into the interrogation room with a cell phone in a hurry. Zhang Mo, with her sharp eyes, immediately spotted the name Pa Chai on the screen.
The police chief gave Zhang Mo a deep look, then walked out while answering the call. Zhang Mo only vaguely heard words like "don't let him go" and "kill him," while the police chief kept bowing and scraping and repeating "don't worry."
Zhang Mo gave a cold laugh.
At the same time, Yu Hui's claws made a screeching sound as they scratched through the metal ventilation duct.
The young policeman was still sitting opposite her, startled by the sudden sound.
"Did you hear that...?"
Zhang Mo replied expressionlessly, "No."
He hadn't felt it before, but now, alone in the interrogation room with this mysterious woman, he felt inexplicably terrified.
"Then... what were you laughing about just now?" the young policeman asked warily.
Zhang Mo: "I'm laughing at you. Hurry up and write your resume, you're about to lose your job."
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