"Wait a moment!" Elder Qin immediately grabbed Jiang Yu's arm and said in a deep voice, "The suspect's emotions have fluctuated."
Before, no matter how Officer Xiao Qin interrogated her, Zhou Ning had maintained a posture of not fearing the consequences, her emotions remaining unfazed.
This left them completely unable to get a handle on her.
Now that the suspect's emotions had undergone a significant fluctuation, this was a major breakthrough.
"Play the recording of Miss Zhao's conversation with the suspect, turn up the volume," Elder Qin instructed.
Every interrogation room was equipped with cameras.
"I told you Miss Zhao was formidable! Officer Qin spoke until his throat was dry, but the killer still had a nonchalant expression. As soon as Miss Zhao went in, it immediately had an effect," Zhang Yi exclaimed.
Jiang Yu glanced at him, "Don't be a backseat driver."
As he spoke, he turned up the volume.
When they heard the information from Zhao Yan's conversation with Zhou Ning, they were all stunned.
"How does Miss Zhao know so much? Zhou Ning was abandoned by her father since childhood? And that her mother used to beat her, she knows all this?" Officer Xiao Qin stammered in disbelief.
"No way, could it be fortune-telling? She can see all this?" Zhang Yi mused.
The more he thought about it, Zhang Yi scratched the back of his head, "No, when Miss Zhao comes out later, I'm definitely going to ask her to read my fortune, to see when I'll become a national master physician."
Elder Qin said seriously, "You all shouldn't leave yet, just watch Miss Zhao's performance from outside."
As he spoke, Elder Qin sighed regretfully, "It's a real shame. Miss Zhao has no intention of joining the police force. It would be great if she did."
Jiang Yu recalled what Zhao Yan had said earlier and said with a smile, "Master, don't worry. Miss Zhao quite likes money. If you need help with anything, you can invite her over."
Elder Qin nodded, "As long as the method of acquiring money is legitimate, liking money is a good thing."
Zhang Yi interjected, "I thought someone as enlightened as Miss Zhao would view wealth as mere dirt."
In the interrogation room, Zhao Yan mimicked Zhou Ning's posture, propping her chin, "What's pitiful is that your mother was the last person who loved you. What's most pitiful is that you erased the person who loved you last from the world."
"That's the truly pitiful part about you."
"Love me! Haha, love me!" Zhou Ning took a deep breath, looked up at the ceiling, and gritted her back teeth.
She slammed her hands onto the interrogation table and lunged forward desperately.
The table and chairs in the interrogation room confined her, preventing her from moving forward even an inch. Her wrists were red from the handcuffs.
"You damn it! You dare say she loved me? Do you know how she treated me?"
Zhou Ning pulled up her sleeve, revealing black dots all over her arm.
"When she was in a bad mood, she would burn me with a cigarette butt. You dare say she loved me! What do you know, you slut!"
Zhao Yan slammed her fist onto the table and spoke in Zhou Ning's manner,
"If she didn't love you, do you think with your meager salary, with your spending habits, how could you afford male hormones? That 210,000 in your card, do you really think you got it from winning the lottery?"
"She knew you wanted to be a man. This was the money for you to go abroad for gender reassignment surgery!"
"You're the idiot! I'm not the one who doesn't know, it's you!"
Zhou Ning was stunned, staring blankly at Zhao Yan, as if her soul had left her body. She slumped back into the chair.
She recalled that day after work, her mother had repeatedly urged her to buy a lottery ticket.
Saying it was her lucky day.
When she won 210,000, she remembered her mother's smile.
It turned out that lottery ticket was arranged by her mother with the owner of the lottery shop.
Zhou Ning vaguely understood something, but her heart was still filled with resentment. She glared at Zhao Yan and said angrily, "If she loved me, why would she leave me!"
"If she loved me, why did she leave me when I needed company the most!"
"Why!"
Zhao Yan shook her head, "Your mother was diagnosed with late-stage breast cancer and was dying."
"She was bad to you since you were little, always fierce with you, but she was also the one who least wanted to burden you."
The more she heard, Zhou Ning went mad, pounding the table with her fists, trying desperately to break free from the handcuffs. She wanted to rush out and strangle Zhao Yan.
"Don't let Miss Zhao get close to her!"
Jiang Yu panicked when he saw Zhao Yan stand up and approach the killer.
"Don't stop her! Let her work," Elder Qin said sternly. His heart was also pounding, but he believed Zhao Yan had her own plan.
Zhao Yan walked up to Zhou Ning, "Your mother had something she wanted to say to you for a long time, but never did. Now she wants to say it through me."
"Mommy is sorry, Xiao Bao."
Boom!
Zhou Ning suddenly froze. The pounding on the table immediately stopped.
Her eyes, filled with terror, fixed on Zhao Yan.
Xiao Bao was her childhood nickname, known only to her mother.
"You... you... you!" Zhou Ning's lips trembled, but she couldn't utter a single word.
Zhao Yan walked out of the interrogation room.
The moment she stepped out, thunderous applause erupted from outside.
Zhao Yan's interrogation had attracted many police officers to watch.
With just a few words, she had broken through the killer's defenses.
This interrogation technique left them dumbfounded.
"Miss Zhao, did you also deduce the killer's nickname?" Zhang Yi could no longer control his curiosity and asked directly.
Zhao Yan touched her nose and thought for a moment, "I made it up. A blind cat stumbled upon a dead mouse, and it just happened to hit the mark."
Zhang Yi gave her a look of disbelief.
Zhao Yan looked at Zhou Ning sitting in the interrogation room.
Zhou Ning clutched her head tightly, her body trembling uncontrollably.
She gritted her teeth and pounded the table with all her might.
"Once the psychological defenses are broken, it becomes much easier. Miss Zhao, you're truly amazing!" Elder Qin gave her a thumbs-up.
Zhao Yan smiled shyly, "Not at all, it was really a blind cat stumbling upon a dead mouse."
Elder Qin pointed to the recording equipment, "We heard all your conversations with the suspect. This is no coincidence!"
"When I was in my thirties, I met a master of physiognomy named Li Hongtong, who was known as the Southern Big Dipper of physiognomy."
"His words were always astonishing."
"It's a pity that after all these years, I don't know where this Big Dipper of physiognomy has gone."
"Li Hongtong?" Zhao Yan blinked in surprise, "Was he short, about 1.67 meters, walked with a limp, and his catchphrase was 'Your mother's a damn stick'!"
Elder Qin nodded quickly, exclaiming in surprise, "Yes, yes, that's him! Miss Zhao, you know him too?"
Zhao Yan coughed, "He's my master."
"Ah!!" Elder Qin was stunned. The master of physiognomy, the Big Dipper, was Zhao Yan's master.
The more he thought about it, the more enlightened he became. No wonder Zhao Yan possessed such abilities.
"Then may I ask, where is your master now?"
Zhao Yan scratched the back of her head with some embarrassment, "He's currently serving time in Jiangcheng People's First Prison. Right now, he's probably sewing shoe uppers and doing some handicrafts."
"Perhaps, the carbon pens we use for writing were made by him."
Elder Qin: "..."