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Outside the interrogation room, Jiang Xun had been staring at the suspect inside through the one-way mirror for 3 full minutes.

The bartender who calls himself "Mark" looks young, with blonde hair dyed, a lip stud and nose ring, and a layer of black eyeshadow on his upper eyelids. I wonder if it's because of his bad habit of smoking and drinking. The lips are slightly bruised, which is usually caused by high salt intake or cardiovascular disease. However, judging by his typical attire that parents and teachers will list as negative teaching materials, it may be painted Maybe even lipstick.

When Song Yuzhi, who bought breakfast on his behalf, came back, he was still tapping his fingers on the table, counting the time he had been stared at, and even being watched made him feel hairy, with an inexplicable urge to look away.

"My good fellow, this man is quite strange."

When Song Yuzhi had just left, Zhou Mi, who had been confronting the suspect for ten hours, was finally defeated, and had to drag Di Zhen, who had been replaced as a clerk halfway, to give up the interrogation.

Since the two left the interrogation room, the suspect had been staring at the single-sided glass that was only pitch black to him, and continued to confront Jiang Xun, who was separated by a wall, through the endless nothingness.

After all, the suspect is also a human being. He has been in this state since he was brought back to the bureau yesterday. He didn't drink a drop, his expression was in a trance, his eyes were slightly closed, and he seemed to be in a state of half-dream and half-awake.

His eyes were dark and bruised, his face was pale, and the stubble on his chin had pierced the surface of his skin. Generally speaking, he looked a bit scary. Zhou Mi had seen strong winds and waves, no matter how vicious a prisoner was. It's not surprising, but during the interrogation, Di Zhen felt terrified, with goosebumps all over his body, and he couldn't show his timidity. The suspect who can spend this much with them is enough to show that he is not a good person.

"Introspective personality."

When entering the door, Song Yuzhi said.

Jiang Xun, who had seen his abilities, treated him like an experienced and well-coordinated old partner. After hearing what he said, he continued: "It seems that the suspect is withdrawn and emotionally fragile. Such people are usually paranoid. , long-lasting endurance, often wary of external stimuli, if it is not for a long time to get along, I am afraid it will be difficult to ask useful information from them for a while."

"But at the same time, people with such a personality are also prone to nervousness. As long as you can ease his emotions, you can find a breakthrough point."

Zhou Mi, who couldn't help washing his face, came in just in time to hear Song Yuzhi's words, and agreed with him, "Indeed, the first thing I asked was some small talk topics that are easy to let people down, such as why did you choose?" This job, how interested in alcohol, did know some basic information about himself at the bottom of the stage, but the later on, his confrontational psychology became more obvious, and he couldn't shake it after trying several times. Feeling defeated."

After staying up all night, Team Zhou, who considers himself a Superman, has no choice but to get old, and plans to go back to the office and take a nap wrapped in an air-conditioning blanket.

Di Zhen was also yawning, choking on himself while eating the meat buns that Song Yuzhi had kindly supported, and even drank a few mouthfuls of hot soybean milk.

Jiang Xun didn't have too much physical exertion, and he wasn't hungry at the moment. He drank the bland purple rice porridge without any taste. He inexplicably missed yesterday's latte, which tasted so delicious that people couldn't stop it. He looked at Song Yuzhi's There is also a hint of expectation and puzzlement in the eyes.

The man said with a smile: "It's better not to continue to stimulate the brain after all night. From the perspective of physiological common sense, people will be in a state of excitement now, and the intake of meth may cause intolerance. I don't want Vice Jiang today because Symptoms such as headache and vomiting have affected the investigation of the case, otherwise I will probably not pass the apprenticeship assessment."

Jiang Xun thought to himself that this kid is indeed the son of a capitalist, and his view of interests is too real.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but let out a disdainful "tch...", "Who cares..."

His childish side made Song Yuzhi laugh. If Di Zhen hadn't been demoted because of staying up late at the moment, he would have found a strange feeling growing quietly between the two of them...

After a perfunctory breakfast, Di Zhen, who was almost overdrawn and turned into a zombie, finally bowed his head to reality, left the transcript and dreamed about Duke Zhou with Team Zhou, and let Jiang Xun comprehend it on the spot.

"According to the records, the first few questions went smoothly. The suspect confessed that his work name is Mark and his real name is Liu Liang. He used the bathroom to relieve himself because the combination lock of the employee channel was changed, and he was so anxious that he used the guest bathroom. He explained that Oscar has digital locks everywhere to prevent guests from accidentally touching them. In order to keep confidential, the password is regularly adjusted every week. Only part of the management team knows the decoding method, and every time they enter the employee area, they need the permission and accompaniment of the foreman, but today the foreman did not show up on time, so he had to make an exception."

"Is this a bar or an espionage organization?"

"His confession revealed a very important detail... He said that when he entered the bathroom, he saw the deceased lying on the ground, so he immediately called 120 for help, but because he was afraid of being raped, he did not confirm the deceased's condition at that time. After I came out, I didn’t see the medical staff arriving, so I went to the door of the bar to meet him.”

"The credibility of this paragraph is not very high. Normal people see the situation at the scene, and they should not treat it as if nothing happened. They call the police for help when their physical needs are resolved." Song Yuzhi took out his mobile phone and skillfully retracted it with two fingers Looking at the photos of the scene, "Most people are in good physical condition if they don't freak out when they see this scene."

Jiang Xun let out a "hmm", thinking that what he said made sense, and was about to further confirm his speculation, raised his head from the densely packed handwriting, met the gaze of the suspect in the interrogation room, was caught off guard by surprise, and suddenly got up Knocked over the folding chair.

Song Yuzhi supported him. Seeing that his complexion was not very good, he persuaded him: "If you can't hold on, go and take a rest. There is still a busy day ahead. Sleeping for half an hour can relieve a lot."

Jiang Xun felt that he couldn't hold his face because of his overly big reaction. He hurriedly lifted up a chair and stood aside, avoiding the suspect's sight, and then patted his forehead, trying to relieve his anxiety, but he didn't understand himself. Why would you be frightened by this scene.

He faintly felt that an evil beast dormant deep in his heart was slowly waking up, and the negative emotions that had been sealed because of its deep sleep were gradually breaking free, making him gradually recall the past that he had forcibly forgotten.

"Master, master? Brother Punishment!"

Jiang Xun woke up suddenly, stared blankly at the suspect in the mirror, buried his head in his palms overwhelmed, and rubbed his sleepy eyes.

"...I'm afraid this man has some kind of mental illness. The interrogators have all left, and he is still staring straight at an opaque one-way mirror. It's weird."

Invisibly, Jiang Xun gave himself a step up, patted his chest in shock, and carried Song Yuzhi back to the office with a dignified face, pressed in front of the computer and opened the intranet page.

"Look up, what is the origin of that kid, his name is Liu Liang, his hometown is Su'an County, his ID number is 2331772004... Wait, no, he was born in 2004, so he is still a minor."

Song Yuzhi quickly typed a string of Jiang Xunnian's numbers in the search bar, and the search results were as he expected. At least in terms of identity, the suspect did not lie. Liu Liang's identity matches, the only doubt is his age.

"To be honest, I really didn't see that the young and mature suspect Liu was still a minor."

Song Yuzhi propped his chin with one hand, dragged the armchair to his side with the other hand, pulled Jiang Xun to sit down, and clicked on the thumbnail of the ID card on the computer screen.

"The registered photo is pretty standard, with a bit of youthful spirit, but the real one has dyed yellow hair and is dressed up like a good boy. I think he deliberately dressed like this, it should be It’s also because she wants to conceal her real age.”

Jiang Xun didn't deny it, coiled Zhou Mi's rare old hickory nuts, rubbed the dust on them with a brush, and blew from time to time.

"That's what I said, but you scroll down and look at the date on the back of the ID card - it was issued in June 2020, and it's only been half a year now. Do you think that a teenager has changed from a good student to a killer in just half a year? What is the reason? Check his family situation."

When Song Yuzhi clicked on the inner link and was blocked by a permission-restricted pop-up window for most of the screen, Jiang Xun slowly put down the walnut, turned his face away, and entered the password with one hand before letting him turn around.

The man still wanted to complain, but his attention was diverted when he saw Liu Liang's account information.

He quickly browsed the information in gray font on the webpage, and after a while, he said the regrettable fact: "Brother Zheng, this boy's parents passed away last year."

In fact, the purpose of Jiang Xun's in-depth investigation was to find out whether Liu Liang might be impersonated by his brother. This result was obviously unexpected to him.

"Liu Liang's father, Liu Mo, and his mother, Lin Fengzhi, were confirmed dead in May last year, their household registration was cancelled, and the time of death is doubtful... Scroll down, here, the Su'an County police intervened in the investigation of the death of his parents, because as early as two years ago The whereabouts of the first two people were already unknown, and they were found again in a rental house in a remote town. They were found by the landlord because of arrears of rent, and it was discovered that the two had died at home for a long time. The police confirmed that the possibility of homicide was ruled out, and it was determined to be a martyrdom."

"After the death of his parents, Liu Liang's household registration moved in with his grandma Su Xiuhua, so Su Xiuhua may also be in Yanxi now?"

"Not necessarily. Children of this age are the most rebellious. Maybe they sneaked out. He is not very old, but his mouth is tight. Team Zhou interrogated him for nearly an hour, but he didn't ask any useful information." Jiang Xun was quite bored, and turned a few pages forward, his eyes darkened.

His eyes stayed on the testimony of "I want to go home, I didn't kill anyone, I really didn't kill someone, let me go home, please", and suddenly he had a flash of inspiration.

"...Maybe you are right." Jiang Xun quickly printed out Liu Liang's detailed information, got up and went straight to the interrogation room.

Song Yuzhi's body followed instinctively, but his thoughts couldn't catch up with his rhythm at all, and he asked as he walked, "Brother Xun, what did you think of?"

"It's hard to say that it's just a coincidence that a helpless young man should have lived with his only family member, but he came to a strange city and wandered in a place full of black and white."

"Do you think he has something to hide?"

"More than that."

In front of the interrogation room, Jiang Xun knocked on the door, gave the people inside enough mental preparation before pushing the door in. After entering, he didn't say much, sat directly opposite Liu Liang, and tapped on the table with his fingertips. Watching the other party's attention being attracted by his actions and voice, when he leaned forward unconsciously, he grabbed his hair.

The author has something to say:

There is a picture of veteran cadres rubbing walnuts.

Yesterday, the editor suggested changing the name of the article, and changed it to Old Man after thinking about it for a while. I felt that I should think of a better name, and my head started to go bald.

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