The walls of the police interrogation room were painted with cold gray paint, and the incandescent lamps in the corners hummed low, like an invisible insect permanently stationed there, constantly wearing away people's nerves. The air is mixed with the remnants of tobacco and the cold smell of metal, and time seems to be infinitely stretched here.
Lin Yuanzhou sat at one end of the table, his expression calm, his hands folded together. His gaze was calm, but with a sharpness that could not be ignored. Su Mo sat in the observation room, looking at everything inside through a single-sided mirror, recording details at any time. Qin Mubai leaned at the door, his arms folded over his chest, silent, as if he was watching, but he never made a sound.
On the other side of the interrogation room, the suspect Chen Wei sat on a hardwood chair.
In his early forties, he was slightly fat, with a shiny forehead and flickering eyes. He wore a shirt that was messy with folds and the cuffs were slightly loose, clearly experiencing sleepless nights. His hands were clasped together, rubbing his knuckles as if that was the only sense of security he could grasp.
He was the business partner and competitor of the deceased Han Zhuo. The two have clashed many times in the field of real estate investment, and there have even been fierce disputes in private. The police initially put him on the suspect list for the simple reason: the motive was sufficient.
However, Lin Yuanzhou knows that motivation is never everything.
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"Mr. Chen." Lin Yuanzhou's voice was low and gentle, as if he had been soaked in ice water.
"We have already understood that there are many contradictions between you and Han Zhuo. Especially in the project bidding half a year ago, your conflict almost went to court. "
Chen Wei looked up, his eyelids trembled slightly, but soon lowered again, and his voice was a little impatient: "In the business field, there will inevitably be friction." Don't keep staring at that little thing." "
Lin Yuanzhou was in no hurry and pulled out a photo and pushed it in front of him. That is a screenshot of the surveillance: At 7:50 p.m. on the night of the incident, Chen Wei's car appeared near Han Zhuo's apartment.
"You said friction didn't matter, but you appeared downstairs two hours before the incident. Is this a coincidence? "
Chen Wei raised his head suddenly, panic flashed in his eyes, but then lowered his voice to defend: "I... I was just passing by. There is a restaurant in that area, and I went to meet a friend. "
"Friend's name?"
"..." Chen Wei hesitated for a few seconds before reporting a name.
Lin Yuanzhou glanced at him, and the corners of his mouth twitched imperceptibly, like a hunter seeing his prey show flaws.
"Strange." He said slowly, "We have checked your consumption records last night." No restaurant bills. Are you sure you still insist on this statement? "
Chen Wei's face instantly stiffened, and fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead. He swallowed hard saliva, his lips trembled, but he didn't speak again.
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Su Mo held her breath in the observation room, and she could almost feel the tightness of the air.
She saw that Lin Yuanzhou was not in a hurry to ask, but stared at Chen Wei quietly, allowing silence to spread in the small space.
Ten seconds, twenty seconds, one minute...
Time seemed to be frozen in the interrogation room, only Chen Wei's breathing became more and more rapid, and his knuckles were pinched and "creaked".
Finally, he couldn't help it and roared in a low voice: "Okay! I admit, I am looking for Han Zhuo! But I didn't kill him!" "
Qin Mubai's eyes moved, and Su Mo quickly wrote it down behind the glass.
"Continue." Lin Yuanzhou's voice was still calm, without a trace of emotional ups and downs.
"I... I just wanted to talk to him. That project thing. We were already cornered, he ... He was aggressive and refused to budge. Chen Wei's forehead was sweating, and his voice was hoarse, "I went, but he didn't open the door." Later, a phone call came... I answered. "
"Phone?" Lin Yuanzhou narrowed his eyes.
"Yes... A man. The voice was very cold, and he asked me to leave immediately, saying that if I didn't want to get into trouble, don't get close to Han Zhuo anymore. "
Lin Yuanzhou's eyes sank suddenly.
Su Mo's heart jumped suddenly, and she immediately remembered the vague testimony of "a man talking" that her neighbors heard in the elevator room last night.
"Do you know that person?" Lin Yuanzhou asked.
"I don't know! The voice was deliberately lowered, as if he was wearing some kind of voice changer. I can't tell at all. "
"What exactly did he say?"
"Just one sentence... 'The game has begun, you're just a spectator.' "
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In the interrogation room, the air suddenly froze.
Su Mo couldn't help but cover his mouth, his eyes full of shock.
Qin Mubai's face was gloomy, and his fists clenched at his side.
And Lin Yuanzhou just stared at Chen Wei, his eyes bottomless.
"Are you sure he said that?"
"I swear!" Chen Wei nodded hurriedly, his eyes filled with despair, "I was frightened at the time and hurriedly left." Then I ... I just drove away and really didn't go back! "
Lin Yuanzhou was silent for a moment, and suddenly asked, "Why did you say it now?" At the beginning of last night, you could have told the police. "
Chen Wei lowered his head, his shoulders trembling slightly: "I... I'm afraid. The voice seemed to get into my head, and I froze. You don't understand, that feeling, it's like... was targeted. That kind of shadow... Can't get rid of it. "
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Su Mo in the observation room was breathing so fast that he was almost shaking. She remembered the line: "I'm looking at you." "
It seems that everything is connected in the dark.
At this moment, Lin Yuanzhou's eyes locked Chen Wei coldly.
He seemed calm, but a strong sense of familiarity welled up in his heart.
This kind of technique, this "sense of manipulation", is not the first time he has encountered it.
Ten years ago, the case that haunted him to this day - the same shadow once hung over him.
"Ghost ..." Lin Yuanzhou silently spat out this name in his heart.
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After the interrogation, Chen Wei was temporarily detained.
Qin Mubai slammed on the document and scolded in a low voice: "Madman! Just a phone call to play us around! What does this person want to do? "
Su Mo looked at Lin Yuanzhou and couldn't help but speak: "Captain... Is that really him? Phantom? "
Lin Yuanzhou did not answer. He stood in the dim light of the corridor, his face cold, and his eyes seemed to penetrate the entire night.
"He has already started laying out."
His voice was low, but cold as a blade.
And this time, he wanted it... Not just death. "