New Gods of North America

Actually, Wayne wasn't entirely sure how to specifically apply the so-called 'micro-expressions,'

But that didn't stop him from knowing how it was portrayed in movies and TV shows, making him appear confident and suave.

So, he stood up with feigned ease, leaned against the interrogation table, and looked down at the accomplice of the murderer named 'Steve':

"Let me ask you a few simple questions first, as a baseline for judging your daily emotions. Of course, you can also try to act; I'd be happy to include new material in my graduation thesis."

"Do your accomplices usually call you 'Steve'?"

The other party coldly refused to answer, the corner of his mouth slightly raised.

Wayne glanced at the pile of police officers outside the doorframe, some even taking out notebooks to take notes.

To avoid a lull in the effect, Wayne had to turn his head and pretend he was lecturing Doug:

"You see, the upward turn of one side of his mouth indicates contempt or disgust. This is a typical confrontational emotion, but it may also indicate that we've hit on something he doesn't want to admit."

Doug put on an expression of being taught and cooperatively chimed in from the side.

Wayne then turned his head back to the murderer's accomplice, this time planning to throw out a correct answer first to intimidate him, otherwise, with the other party always wearing a straight face, there was no way to continue this scene...

"Since you're unwilling to answer, let's get straight to the point. Your group shouldn't have many members, probably no more than ten people, but since it's a gang, there should definitely be a so-called 'leader'."

"What's the name of your leader? William? Karl? Steve? John?"

The other party still tried to maintain a 'poker face'.

At this moment, Wayne deliberately clapped his hands lightly, pretending to look like 'I've already gained something,' and signaled Doug to quickly record, "Write it down, he and that Karl are not the leaders of the gang."

At the same time, Wayne continued to look directly into the other party's eyes, continuing to act, "Then could it be Michael? James? David? Thomas?"

Just as the contemptuous expression on the other party's face became more and more obvious, Wayne finally threw out the correct answer, "Avner?"

The other party may not have even reacted, and the expression on his face didn't really change much.

But Wayne pretended to 'brighten up' and immediately signaled Doug to take notes again, "Avner! The leader of their gang is called Avner!"

The onlookers outside the door looked a little puzzled and suspicious at this time, but the guy being interrogated really had his pupils contract slightly.

Wayne finally breathed a sigh of relief, understanding that he had indeed chosen the correct leader from the choices on the note.

Now that he had opened a breakthrough, proving that Priest Tyrrell's information was indeed accurate, Wayne began to let himself go, and then continued with several strings of continuous questions with different names.

The murderer's accomplice was initially just a little shocked, but was soon made insecure by Wayne.

"Robert! Smiling foolishly is useless; there are no wrinkles at the corners of your eyes, indicating that it's a fake smile. This is the name of one of their accomplices; write it down."

"Daniel! This name is also correct; his eyes are trying to escape, which is also a sign of guilt."

"Matthew! Although he's trying to glare at me, the body's muscles aren't so easy to control; a single shoulder twitch indicates that he's somewhat angry; this is also correct."

After several accomplices' names were 'extracted' by Wayne's self-talk, Wayne really understood the other party's micro-expressions at this point.

Pale face and bowed head, the whole person exuded a sense of powerlessness, which should represent 'guilt'.

But the play wasn't over yet; since the other party had already shown a real emotional reaction and seemed to have been somewhat broken, then strike while the iron was hot.

Wayne deliberately imitated the masters in movies and TV shows, bringing his face closer to the other party, deliberately appearing aggressive, and also speeding up his speech, with questions popping out like a string of firecrackers.

"Where does that Avner live in Richmond? East? West? South? South!"

"There are several avenues in the south, First Avenue? Second Avenue? Second Avenue!"

"Which block on Second Avenue? Jefferson Block? Mary Shaw Block? Green Block? Green Block!"

"What's his house number on Green Block? Greater than fifty? No, ten? Twenty? Thirty? Forty? Forty!"

"Specifically, what number in the forties? Forty-one? Forty-two? Forty-three? 43 Green Block on Second Avenue!"

After finishing a string of lines, Wayne felt his mouth was a little dry, but in fact, Wayne was just adding extra information to the intelligence he already knew and constantly moving closer to the correct answer.

But the other party's reaction at this time was very real, with his knees slightly apart and his arms completely drooping, looking a little weak and paralyzed.

To facilitate the next interrogation, in case there really were any clues he wanted to get from the other party's mouth, Wayne also added insult to injury.

He reached out and patted the other party's shoulder, "Thank you for your cooperation; you'll be reunited with your companions soon."

After speaking, Wayne took the small piece of paper with the address written on it again from Doug's hand and turned to walk out.

At this time, Sheriff William, who had been watching outside the door, pushed aside the police officers who were full of amazement at the series of performances:

"You got the result just like that? Doesn't it feel a bit unreliable?"

Wayne flicked the small piece of paper in his hand with his fingertip, smiling easily, "Whether it's accurate or not will be clear once we go and take a look. Facts can test the scientific validity of this method."

...

In the carriage, Wayne didn't expect that Ineisha seemed to be still not recovered, and was still staring at him.

Wayne felt a little guilty from her gaze, so he took the initiative to open the topic, "What's wrong?"

Ineisha's gaze was scorching, "Although I know you got the clues in advance, your set of statements sounds very reasonable and doesn't seem to be completely fabricated."

Wayne nodded, "Actually, there is such a discipline that can be used in detective work and also in daily life, but the accuracy rate is not that high and it also relies heavily on personal experience. Of course, when used in life, it's not about trying to pry into other people's privacy or secrets, but rather about being able to resolve many unnecessary conflicts and negative emotions."

Seeing Ineisha's eyes light up, Wayne also actively added, "Are you interested? Want to learn? I'll teach you."

Ineisha rarely showed a cute look of nodding repeatedly, "Since I was little, I've hoped to understand what others are thinking, but the instructors in the orphanage didn't encourage me to do so, saying there was no need to understand those meaningless consumables, just work hard to improve my rank. But I think some people can actually be communicated with; there's no need to treat them all as prey."

What a terrible 'original family' you have...

Wayne tried to get Ineisha back to normal, "I'll try to teach courses in the detective agency in the future. And actually, it's okay not to learn these things; being able to naturally express your true thoughts and do things that make you comfortable is also a very good thing."

Ineisha blinked her eyes; her purplish-blue eyes looked very beautiful up close, like magnificent gemstones.

Unfortunately, the words she spoke were as sharp as ever: "But you're trying to touch your nose right now; you said that's a very typical reaction of guilt."

I'm not that kind of guilty!