Piranha Plant (7)

She pulled out a photo from her file bag. It was a photo of Fu Song'an. In the photo, he was standing straight and looked young. It must have been taken when he was in college.

She pushed the photo in front of Song Xinran so that she could see it clearly.

Song Xinran's pupils shrank slightly, revealing a trace of bewilderment. In the interrogation, there was indeed a method of using murder scene photos to make the suspect feel uneasy, but this was just an ordinary photo of Fu Songan. She asked, "What do you want to do?"

In fact, Zhao Leiting was also a little confused at this time. He collected photos of Fu Song'an, but these could not be used as favorable evidence. He was still wondering whether Meng Siqi would let the suspect recall by looking at the photos.

Similarly, Feng Shaomin did not see through Meng Siqi's routine. He had watched her interrogation last time, which was a little different from the normal interrogation process. Overall, he admired her for peeling off the suspect's psychological defenses layer by layer.

However, there are some areas that need improvement, such as the chain of evidence. She is sometimes full of fantasy, but he does not think it is inappropriate to fantasize about the crime scene. For the young people of the new era, they can use their imagination to imagine what happened at the scene. In fact, he may encourage it.

However, he felt that if there was a large deviation in the fantasy, the suspect would become completely defensive, and this kind of interrogation would be somewhat unpredictable, so he did not recommend it.

Just when Song Xinran was puzzled, Meng Siqi took out another photo. It was a photo of Jin Yaming. The shooting angle was frontal, similar to Fu Songan's. It was a photo of Jin Yaming when he graduated from school.

She put the two photos together and presented them to Song Xinran as a comparison.

"It's very strange, isn't it? From this angle, not only are their figures similar, but their facial shapes are also quite similar..." Meng Siqi said calmly, "You don't mean to say that this is the type you like, do you?"

The corners of Song Xinran's red lips twitched suddenly, as if her nerves were spasming uncontrollably, or perhaps it was emotional fluctuations caused by tension.

She smiled, but reluctantly: "You're right, I like this type."

"Have you admitted that you were Fu Song'an's mistress?" Meng Siqi pressed on.

This was the "trap" she set for Song Xinran. If it weren't for these two comparison photos, Song Xinran would not have lowered her head at all. At this time, Song Xinran was obviously a little emotionally disturbed, but she seemed to have wonderful control over her facial expressions and emotions.

She is like a cold-blooded machine. She relies on her cold machine gears to complete her many plans. Fu Song'an, Sun Beizhe, and Hu Dingxiang are certainly not able to escape her influence. Compared with Jin Yaming, their personalities seem to be somewhat similar, but she is obviously calmer and more unpredictable.

If Jin Yaming is the teeth of the carnivorous plant, capable of tearing apart any insect with strong armor, then Song Xinran is this flower. She is beautiful and cold, attracting others, and is also a powerful driving force for the flower's body.

"So what if I'm Fu Song'an's mistress? I sacrificed my youth in a closed studio, where there is a man I like and a generous reward. Why shouldn't I do this?" Song Xinran's calmness reached its peak and she even showed a sharp smile.

When Zhao Lei Ting was taking notes, he still didn't understand why Song Xinran's confession was so solid, but she gave up when he saw the comparison. She could have completely denied the fact that she was a mistress. He began to not understand and even admire Meng Siqi's interrogation ideas.

Feng Shaomin seemed to have discovered Meng Siqi's idea. The two photos looked somewhat similar when put together. In any case, Song Xinran had to explain why these two men had the same imagination.

Because if she didn't explain clearly, Meng Siqi would show her sword - she would tell Song Xinran in person that after Fu Songan's death, Jin Yaming put on his clothes, took his passport, and left the country safely, creating the illusion that Fu Songan had disappeared.

As for how Jin Yaming managed to hide the truth and re-enter the country, that might not be a big deal.

This is a showdown between the rationality and thinking of the two women. Feng Shaomin feels that there is hope, but he is also worried about Meng Siqi because there is obviously insufficient evidence now and Song Xinran will not plead guilty just because of this speculation.

Meng Siqi smiled and said, "So, when you gave the cake to Pan Chun on Fu Song'an's birthday, was that intentional?"

Feng Shaomin felt that Meng Siqi was likely to have a breakthrough. Now Song Xinran was like a lamb in her hands. She could only go further and further away and was trapped in Meng Siqi's mental hell.

Song Xinran blinked, her right cheek twitching as if she was secretly biting her back teeth. She stared at Meng Siqi with her pupils dilated. "Yes, I did it on purpose."

"You like Fu Song'an. In this dark studio, you are not here just for money. Fu Song'an is the real reason why you stay. No matter what, his position in your heart is more important than Jin Yaming, and much more important!"

Meng Siqi was further destroying her. "You delivered meals to him. It was a gift you carefully prepared. When Pan Chun was pregnant, you even fantasized that he could be with you all the time. But the good times didn't last long. One day, Pan Chun discovered your secret. She told Fu Song'an that if he didn't fire you, they would have to divorce. Fu Song'an was a family man, and he had to make a choice, so he told you that day to leave--"

"You have invested four years of your life in him. You love him deeply. How could you possibly leave him? You begged him to stay and asked for no reward. But Fu Song'an didn't listen to you at all. You were disheartened at that time. You thought to yourself, since you won't keep me, then I will kill you!"

"What are you talking about!" Song Xinran's psychological defense finally broke for the first time. Her eyes turned red and she stopped him loudly, "Meng Siqi, what are you guessing? I didn't kill him. Why would I kill him?"

Meng Siqi didn't listen to her excuses at all. She knew she had found out the truth. "After you killed him, you must have regretted it and felt pain, but you are Song Xinran, how could you admit defeat? You told everything to Jin Yaming who loved you deeply, so Jin Yaming agreed to your plan. He put on Fu Songan's clothes, took his passport, and staged a plan to go missing abroad and travel across the sky and sea!"

"You're talking nonsense!" Song Xinran retorted, "You're just too fond of fantasizing. You don't even have a single bit of evidence..."

Feng Shaomin has always been worried about this. There is indeed no evidence, and as long as Song Xinran remains calm, he will definitely refute it.

Meng Siqi's trump card has been revealed. She did not expect Song Xinran to plead guilty. She just wanted to know more of the truth. Now it seems that Song Xinran has at least told her a lot of facts.

But to Meng Siqi's surprise, Song Xinran began to calmly describe her experience, as if she was reconstructing her own psychological world.

She smiled, as if she was surprised by the beautiful appearance of a carnivorous plant. "That night, Fu Songan did tell me that he wanted me to leave, but he is not what you think. He has always loved me and he likes me. Maybe if I had rejected him cruelly at the beginning, he would have nothing to do with me."

"For the past four years, in order to get me, he kept me in a dark place. You thought I wanted to stay. I was very young, and I didn't like corpses or organs. But Fu Songan told me that if I left him, he would make it difficult for me to move forward and find a job. After my parents passed away, I had to be self-reliant. Fu Songan could at least provide me with material life. I admit that I was forced to be his mistress..."

"But that night, Fu Song'an wanted me to leave, but he made a request, that he wanted to have sex with me again. I disagreed, so he raped me on the dissection table... I don't know how I escaped. It was raining heavily that night, and I ran desperately, ran desperately..."

Song Xinran described another story. At the end, she burst into tears, as if she was the real victim in the past four years and she needed sympathy, pity and comfort.

If it weren't for the murderous scene, maybe Meng Siqi would have believed her. During those four years, there were only the two of them in the studio, and no one knew the story. She could make it up as she pleased, and she could make it up in any form.

Without direct evidence, the interrogation ended in Song Xinran's pain.

Meng Siqi and Feng Shaomin walked out of the interrogation room together. When they arrived at the office, Feng Shaomin said, "Xiao Meng, this interrogation was very good. Although Song Xinran did not plead guilty, it seems to be very close to the truth. I have an idea."

"Master, please speak." Although Meng Siqi received praise from her master, she was not happy. She was worried that she had no new plans. It would be best if her master had a solution.

Feng Shaomin said: "Song Xinran has a strong psychological defense. I suspect she has created a world for herself. She must live in it very safely. Without evidence, she cannot enter. This kind of person is very calm. Her crying just now may have been all an act."

Meng Siqi completely agreed with Feng Shaomin's opinion. After this interrogation, she saw Song Xinran's true nature, which was frightening and inconsistent.

Feng Shaomin said forcefully, "Song Xinran is only in the detention stage, which will last for a maximum of twelve hours. We must wear out her patience and let her lose the psychological world she has built up step by step in the closed interrogation room. Once she retreats on her own, we will have a chance to move in."

Meng Siqi nodded seriously. Although this method was very conservative, it must be the experience that Feng Shaomin had gained from many years of interrogation, and it might be effective.

But twelve hours may be a short time for Song Xinran, after all, she can stay in a closed studio for four years.

Zhao Leiting had been listening with a notebook in hand. After the entire interrogation, he completely understood Meng Siqi's thoughts. He had to admire her way of thinking, which could make Song Xinran emotionally unstable with such a small clue, and even make her tell in person an experience that could be considered a secret in the studio.

After Feng Shaomin left, Zhao Leiting immediately gave her a thumbs up and said, "Siqi, this interrogation was amazing. I have to admire it."

Meng Siqi smiled faintly. She didn't think she was very powerful. Maybe it was because she saw that scene that she was more convinced that Song Xinran was the murderer. Therefore, when analyzing the truth, she had more courage than them.

"Come on, let's go eat." Zhao Leiting patted his thigh with his notebook, "Look at you, your forehead is sweating."

Not only was her forehead sweating, Meng Siqi felt her armpits and back were also covered in cold sweat. The entire interrogation did not allow her to have even a moment to slack off. She had to maintain a high level of concentration, and she also had to compete with a woman like Song Xinran in wits and strategy.

Thinking that he would have to continue the battle of wits and tactics in the next less than ten hours, Meng Siqi touched his rumbling stomach and said, "It's time to eat. I need to recharge and continue the battle!"

Around 3:00 p.m., Meng Siqi finished organizing the morning interrogation and went to the door of the interrogation room to check the situation. Policeman Da Cheng was guarding the door. When he saw her coming, he whispered, "Xiao Meng, you are here. The suspect asked about the time once. Don't worry, I didn't say anything."

"Thank you, Brother Cheng." Meng Siqi smiled and thanked him. He looked inside through the small glass window on the door of the interrogation room. This glass window was quite special, and the people inside could not see clearly outside. However, Song Xinran's expression and emotions could be seen more clearly from the outside.

She found that Song Xinran was sitting in the chair. Although her sitting posture was still upright, her waist was obviously tilted, and her whole sitting posture tended to lean to one side.

Her expression was very cold, not expressionless, but there was a slight sense of annoyance floating in her. This was a very closed space, and it was very good that she could do this.

Song Xinran was summoned here at around nine o'clock this morning, which means he must be released at nine o'clock in the evening.

She firmly believed what Feng Shaomin said and decided to wait and see. She went back to the office and worked for a while. Meng Siqi was worried and returned to the door of the interrogation room around six o'clock. Da Cheng told her that Song Xinran asked about the time again, and her expression was obviously much more irritable than in the afternoon.

There was no clock or window in the interrogation room. There was only an incandescent lamp with a constant temperature and a row of small exhaust fans. When the door was closed, it felt like another world isolated from the rest of the world.

When a person is in a closed environment, feeling empty and isolated, if time does not pass as expected, the suspect will definitely feel insecure. This may be some of Feng Shaomin's experiences. Often at that time, the suspect will react unusually.

At seven o'clock in the evening, Meng Siqi read a book in the office, but her heart was not at peace. There were only two hours left. During dinner, Feng Shaomin told her that if Song Xinran did not show any abnormality in the last hour, then they would have to let him go.

She flipped through several pages of the book without reading the words on them. Instead, she was lost in the professional criminal law text. The words seemed to be broken up by something and could not be understood. She could not read a single word.

Zhao Leiting sat in his seat, and from time to time he would look up at her and Feng Shaomin. It was obvious that he was as anxious as she was. Only Feng Shaomin was relatively calm. He seemed to be writing something at his desk, unaffected by the outside world.

It was eight o'clock, and eleven hours had passed. Just when Meng Siqi felt that the whole thing should be over, hurried footsteps sounded at the door. She looked up and saw Da Cheng running in, "Brother Feng, Xiao Meng, Song Xinran is sick and convulsing..."