Zhao Yan spoke, her words immediately astonishing.
"Miss Zhao, how did you know?" Jiang Yu asked.
The murderer's mother's ghost had been following the murderer. Her mother harbored no resentment; instead, she had developed a peculiar dependence on her son.
Initially, Zhao Yan believed the murderer was followed by Li Mulan's malevolent energy. Upon closer observation, she discovered a faint mist persistently lingering behind the murderer. This mist remained even when Li Mulan stood far away.
When she used a talisman to enhance her Yin-Yang eyes, she realized an old woman's soul was following the murderer, her features strikingly similar to the murderer's.
The murderer's malevolent energy matched that of the old woman's soul, leading her to conclude that the murderer had been killed by their own mother.
Zhao Yan said, "Officer Jiang, have you forgotten what I do?"
Jiang Yu realized, "Miss Zhao, is your deduction based on the murderer's physiognomy?"
Zhao Yan nodded, pointing to the nasolabial folds below her right eyebrow.
"She has a mole in her nasolabial fold. Physiognomy states that a mole in the nasolabial fold on the right often signifies harm to the mother, while a mole on the left signifies harm to the father."
"In such situations, loving parents would find godparents for their children to ward off misfortune!"
"I never knew there was such knowledge in physiognomy," Old Qin expressed, as if gaining new insight.
"However," Old Qin continued, "physiognomy cannot be our sole basis for judgment; evidence is still paramount."
Zhao Yan nodded, "I understand. Evidence is truth. I am merely using my shallow understanding of physiognomy as a reference."
Officer Xiao Qin emerged from the interrogation room, shaking his head. "This murderer is completely uncooperative. We've been questioning for over ten minutes and haven't gotten a single useful piece of information."
They were not American police officers and disdained obtaining confessions through torture.
"Perhaps I could try?" Zhao Yan offered softly.
"Miss Zhao, this murderer is like a dead pig that fears no boiling water. Let's see if our colleagues on patrol have found any other evidence. We can proceed from there," Officer Xiao Qin said.
His throat was almost parched from the interrogation.
"Waiting for evidence will take too long. I suspect that given the murderer's wariness, there won't be any substantial evidence at home," Zhao Yan reasoned.
Old Qin looked at Zhao Yan, "Let Miss Zhao try."
"Alright, Miss Zhao, you go ahead. This murderer has a strong violent tendency, so be careful during the interrogation," Jiang Yu cautioned.
Zhao Yan entered, followed by Officer Xiao Qin into the interrogation room.
"What do you think of Miss Zhao?" Old Qin asked Jiang Yu.
Jiang Yu responded without hesitation, "Her thinking is incredibly active. She can grasp points that others miss. Often, what she says is so unexpected it shocks people, yet it turns out to be correct."
"As Officer Qin said, Miss Zhao is a very remarkable person."
"A remarkable person?" Old Qin murmured, then softly added, "That's an interesting assessment."
He then continued, "But it feels very accurate."
Zhao Yan entered the interrogation room. The moment she walked in, Zhou Ning, who had been playing with handcuffs, stopped his actions and stared intently at her. His gaze was like that of a lurking viper, capable of delivering a fatal strike at any moment.
Zhao Yan met Zhou Ning's gaze calmly and pulled out a chair, sitting down. Officer Xiao Qin sat beside her, pushing the previously compiled interrogation materials towards Zhao Yan.
"I won't need this," Zhao Yan stated.
"Oh, you won't? Then Miss Zhao, do you know the interrogation procedure?" Officer Xiao Qin inquired.
Zhao Yan shook her head, "No, but I'd like to rely on my intuition."
Officer Xiao Qin paused for a moment before nodding, "Alright."
Zhou Ning lowered his head, continuing to fiddle with the handcuffs. Before Zhao Yan could speak, Zhou Ning spoke first, his tone rather flippant, "I won't repeat myself three times. I know nothing about the murder case you're talking about."
"I just went to the restroom. She was the one who rushed at me first. Seeing that she intended to attack me, I had to resist."
"According to the law, I have the right to protect my personal safety."
"What do you say to this?" Officer Xiao Qin held up his pistol.
Zhou Ning shrugged, "I'm afraid of violence, so I bought a toy gun for self-protection."
Officer Xiao Qin said coldly, "Regardless of the type of gun, if the muzzle energy of a projectile is greater than or equal to 1.8 joules per square centimeter, it is classified as a firearm."
"This gun could kill a cow!"
"And you're telling me this is a toy gun."
Zhou Ning looked up at the ceiling, his legs placed under the table, his heels lightly tapping the floor. "If you say it's a gun, then it's a gun."
He then yawned, propped his chin with his hand, and stared at Zhao Yan with a playful smile. "Illegal possession of a firearm carries a sentence of three to seven years. My attacking her would at most be intentional injury, punishable by up to three years."
"And she only lost a little bit of blood from her arm."
"What's the total sentence for multiple offenses?"
"Bang!" Officer Xiao Qin slammed his hand on the table and said coldly, "Don't act so casually with me."
"This is attempted murder!"
"What's wrong? The law also states that one cannot look at beautiful women while being flippant!"
"Attempted murder? When did I attempt murder? I shot through the restroom stall door. I couldn't see her at all. Who knows if it was a human or an animal," Zhou Ning stretched his neck and licked his lips.
"Call Officer Xiao Qin out. You go. Your emotions shouldn't be affected by the criminal," Old Qin said sternly.
"Understood." Jiang Yu put on his cap, knocked on the glass door, and Officer Xiao Qin turned his head. Jiang Yu beckoned him over.
Officer Xiao Qin walked out of the room. As soon as he left, Zhou Ning propped his chin and stared at Zhao Yan, "I bet you're still a virgin. I like you just the way you are."
Zhao Yan's expression remained unruffled. She said softly, "You are very pitiful."
Zhou Ning let out a cackling laugh, as if hearing a grand joke, "I'm pitiful?"
Zhao Yan said earnestly, "Abandoned by your father since childhood, and then abandoned by your mother as you grew up."
"During the ages of seven to fourteen, your mother must have beaten you severely?"
"Because you lacked maternal affection, you often went hungry as a child."
"Your mother's weak personality led to you and your mother being bullied by others frequently."
"Bullied by outsiders, and bullied by your mother at home. Whatever grievances your mother suffered, she took out on you."
"That's why I think you're very pitiful! I genuinely feel your childhood was very sad. You are truly pitiful," Zhao Yan stated calmly.
Zhou Ning's eye twitched violently. He clenched his fists tightly. His previously indifferent expression vanished, replaced by resentment. He suddenly stood up from the interrogation chair and shouted angrily, "Why do you pity me! You damn slut!"