"Master, aren't you being reckless? How can we just let soone casually interfere with our criminal investigation?" Li Zijun said to Lin Chengcai beside her, with so urgency in her eyes. After all, how could an outsider ddle in such a case?
Lin Chengcai was the ntor who guided Li Zijun after she joined the cri investigation departnt. No matter how well you did in police school, those are just theoretical accomplishnts. You always need an experienced veteran to guide you for so ti. Coincidentally, Lin Chengcai was well-versed in criminal psychology, which significantly helped Li Zijun. Otherwise, no matter how capable she was, she couldn't have quickly beco a valuable mber of the criminal investigation team. Apart from frontline tasks, investigation and solving cases were her strengths.
ntorship from seniors to juniors is common practice in various industries, so outside formal occasions, they refer to each other as ntor and pupil. Du Qiang's ntor is none other than Zhao Minghui, who is currently lying in the hospital.
Upon hearing this, Lin Chenghai chuckled, lit a cigarette, and said to himself:
"Do you think old Lin has lost his mind, allowing him to truly get involved? It's just to let the kid observe from behind the glass and offer feedback via a walkie-talkie. The real hands-on work is still up to Yan Lie and Xiao Qiang."
Despite this, Li Zijun's brows remained furrowed. If it were anyone else acting so rashly, she would have opposed it long ago. But her ntor, who had been in the police industry for over a decade and in criminal investigation for five years, was highly experienced. How could he make such a basic mistake? She couldn't understand why her ntor agreed to let Su Qing fool around with them.
It turned out that when Su Qing voiced his opinion, the people in the room didn't take it seriously. Even Su Qing himself held little hope, thinking if nobody cared, so be it. Surprisingly, however, the usually mature and steady Lin Chengcai agreed, saying to let him give it a try. This shocked everyone present.
Everyone originally thought Lin Chengcai was joking but soon realized that old Lin's face held no trace of playfulness; he was serious.
"Master, you didn't seriously believe his nonsense and think he knows so foolish face-reading art, did you?" Li Zijun asked, puzzled.
After all, this case involved not only a murder but also a lead that the narcotics departnt had been following for so ti, with Jiang Dabao being their captured clue.
If they could break him, they could unravel the people behind. However, they made a mistake during his arrest, capturing him without finding the evidence or cash ntioned in the report.
Although Jiang Dabao's past cris could put him away for at least a decade, this case was far more significant.
And Jiang Dabao realized that, if he broke, he'd face life imprisonnt at best or most likely lose his life, as it's the country with the strictest anti-narcotics policies.
"Get out of here! Do I look that dumb? I don't know how he guessed my wife was pregnant, but old Yan over there has real observation skills. That kid... isn't simple!" Lin Chengcai said, squinting at the interrogation room door while smoking.
However, Li Zijun's attention shifted, excitedly asking, "What? Your wife is pregnant? When did this happen?"
Hearing this, Lin Chengcai replied with a hearty laugh, "I felt sothing was off last week. We visited the hospital yesterday, and I only found out last night. I wanted to tell you all, but then old Zhao got into trouble."
"By the way, Xiao Li, are you sure he hasn't studied psychology?"
As her ntor brought the topic back, Li Zijun pouted and said, "He's nothing special. I've known him since childhood and understand his limits. Master, you haven't misunderstood, have you!"
Lin Chengcai shook his head. After years as a detective, while he can't boast about achieving so much, he's quite competent in interrogation, investigation, case analysis, and deduction.
Especially since he specializes in criminal psychology — few can leave no traces under his scrutiny.
"I can't vouch for everything, but the kid's observation and deduction skills are genuine. Old Yan's left pant leg was torn with so dog hair stuck to it, and the kid glanced at his pants several tis during the face reading. Quite interesting."
"Moreover, despite his narrative's many holes and the lie marks on his face, he remained calm and collected. There are two possibilities: firstly, it has nothing to do with him, so he's unafraid. If it's the second, then this kid must have a twisted mind!"
"Lastly, what have we learned from interrogating Jiang Dabao all this ti? He knows the magnitude of his cris. Let the kid give it a shot, and if he succeeds, it's an unexpected joy; if not, there's no loss. Most importantly, I also want to see if he can truly divine the future, ha!"
Sure enough, Lin Chengcai attributed the earlier events to psychology, observation, analysis, and deduction skills. As an old detective, there's no way he'd buy into it, so he turned to other explanations.
If Su Qing knew that Lin Chengcai thought he had investigative deduction talents, he'd probably laugh to death. Even with a narrator's hint, he couldn't notice the tear on Yan Lie's pants, let alone the dog hair. After all, as a "hobody," constantly staring at screens, he was already nearsighted.
While the two were talking, Zhu Lili ran out of the interrogation room, beaming with excitent:
"Sister Li, Uncle Lin, co quickly! It looks like they've really gotten sothing!"
Hearing this, both were shocked but then exchanged a glance, realizing the delight and shock in each other's eyes.
After all, they'd been questioning Jiang Dahai for a long ti without success. Unexpectedly, an outsider might have brought an unexpected breakthrough.
Once inside, they saw Su Qing sitting in front of the soundproof glass, clinging to a walkie-talkie, intently watching the situation inside.
Inside, Du Qiang and Yan Lie sat across from a dark-skinned, slightly sharp-featured man wearing shackles; this person was Jiang Dabao.
At this mont, Jiang Dabao was sweating profusely and trembling slightly. Su Qing slowly began, "If I were you, I'd ponder. The last place I'd hide sothing is at my place. Instead, I'd choose sowhere safe, like... my rural hotown."
"But I still can't hide it at my place, nor at soone else's. So, what to do? The back mountain's nice, bury it under a tree. As long as I don't speak, no one will find it. Best of all, it shouldn't be my own hotown — the neighboring village would work."
As Su Qing spoke, Yan Lie reiterated in his own tone as if they already knew the location.
Sure enough, with each statent, sweat poured more profusely down Jiang Dabao's face.
Not because they'd hit a nerve, but because he felt he had no secrets left before these two. Coupled with his own stress, he finally cracked.
Mainly because Su Qing guessed what he was thinking multiple tis, creating imnse pressure. With two professionals inside, they synchronized perfectly. Upon delivering the final location, Su Qing shattered his ntal defenses.
"Your hotown doesn't have too many mountains, does it? At most, we bring so police dogs and search for a while. Now's your chance to confess more and strive for leniency!" Du Qiang said coldly from the side.
After a long pause, Jiang Dabao finally spoke from across, "How did you guess where the stuff was?"
As soon as he spoke, everyone inside and outside the room rejoiced. They'd succeeded!">
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