Stanford University No. 1 Counseling Room

"The only thing I ask of you is to be silent!" Qiu Jinghao raised his glasses, and looked at the murder suspect opposite him with a very faint gaze, he was attached to the polygraph monitoring device, and the person was very relaxed, "Can you do it? Mr. Matthew Emmons!"

Qiu Jing is good at standard American English, with a sweet voice, and her eyes look directly at you when she speaks, focusing on a piece of fine porcelain.

"Heh......" Emmons smiled contemptuously, his disdainful eyes sweeping over Qiu Jinghao's face.

Caucasians, blonde hair, and a decent job as a lawyer allow him to distinguish between two classes, noble Americans and non-Americans.

"Now, I'm going to ask questions, and you're going to look me in the eye. Qiu Jinghao put a file book on the table, looked at Emmons, her movements were slow and orderly, and her slender hand opened the document, which was a clear map of the community where Emmons's house was located, she held a ballpoint pen and began to ask:

"Mr. Emmons, is the body of your wife, Caterina Emmons, hidden in your home?"

Emmons' expressionless face frowned and forbidden, "I ......" He was about to speak, Qiu Jing stopped him seriously, "No, Mr. Emmons, please don't speak, just look into my eyes." ”

Officer Kennedy, who was listening, narrowed his mouth sneeringly, the question of hiding the corpse had been questioned many times, but he had no clue, and he looked at Qiu Jing with mocking eyes, as if to say:

Hey, girl, stop wasting any more time!

Qiu Jing glanced at Kennedy faintly, and crossed the location of Emmons' home on the map.

"Mr. Emmons, did you bury the body in a nearby hill?"

"......" he followed her request and remained silent, his eyes calm and his eyebrows stretched.

Qiu Jing drew a cross in the position of the back mountain.

She spoke calmly and continued, "Mr. Emmons, did you throw the body into the landfill?"

The woman's gaze crossed the corners of his raised lips, and although it was brief, she still caught the micro-expression of a fifth of a second.

A ballpoint pen crosses a nearby landfill.

Qiu Jinghao noticed that Emmons would stare at the map intentionally or unintentionally, and her gaze stayed for a short time, but she was very sure that people subconsciously would have a wait-and-see reaction to a location with special significance, and there was an obsessive-compulsive reaction.

The pen moved slowly and slowly across the map, noticing the changes in his pupils.

"Let's guess where you hid Trina Emmons' body!" she said in a provocative and playful tone!" ......she said, staring into his eyes, "...... No. "Draw a fork.

Continue asking: "Construction site?...... No. "Draw a fork.

The ballpoint pen came to Moon Lake, a kilometer away from Emmons' house, "Is this it?"

Emmons' pupils dilated suddenly, and he was about to speak, when he saw Qiu Jing's cold and quiet eyes, he pursed his lower lip and took a deep breath.

Qiu Jinghao put down the pen, turned her eyes to look at Kennedy, and said calmly: "The corpse was sunk into the Moon Lake by him, go there and find it." ”

"Are you sure?" said Kennedy, standing up in surprise.

Qiu Jing closed the document quietly, took off her gold-rimmed glasses, and removed the lenses with her eyes as cold as quenched ice, "Sure!"

The tone is affirmative, the aura is calm, her confidence comes from professionalism, and she trusts her judgment!

……

Three hours later, Kennedy knocked on the door of Qiu Jinghao's office and brought the good news that Trina's body had been found, in Moon Lake.

He said excitedly: "Miss Qiu, you are the female Sherlock Holmes! You can find the place where the body is hidden just by looking at it, you are really a god! Can you tell me how you know?"

Qiu Jing glanced at Kennedy faintly, remembering the disdain he showed in the polygraph, so that she didn't feel the slightest sense of his current flattery.

She picked up the remote control, and pointed at the screen opposite with her hand holding the coffee, and her voice was cold, "This is judged by human micro-expressions." ”

A polygraph video from a few hours ago appeared on the screen, and the picture was frozen by her, and the interpretation began:

When I asked Emmons if the body was hidden in his home, he showed a coordinated expression of frowning and forbidden nose at the same time, noting the angle of his eyebrows, which was disdain and contempt, and he laughed at me for misjudgment. So, I'm sure the body wasn't in his home. ”

Qiu Jing cut into the second picture, Kennedy held his chin and listened carefully.

"When I asked him if the body was on the mountain, his expression was very cold, and he didn't even look at it thinking, indicating that the body was no longer there!"

Kennedy nodded knowingly.

"Next I asked him if the body was in a landfill. Qiu Jinghao slowed down the person's facial expression fifty times, "Do you see the corners of his lips raised? The smile is so light that it is almost imperceptible, this is the joy after hearing that I guessed wrong again." In other words, he laughed at me in his heart for being a fool. ”

"Uh......" Kennedy stared at his expression in slow motion, noncommittal, but no one would notice such a subtle change in expression, admiring Qiu Jing's good insight.

Qiu Jing fast-forwarded the video and stopped at the next question.

It was a close-up of Emmons' eyes, and she casually asked Kennedy, "What do you see?" and the other party said with a blank face, "Eyes!"

Qiu Jinghao raised her eyebrows, as if she was used to other people's thoughts being out of sync.

Because micro-expression is still an emerging field, people don't know about these professional issues, and they are not good at detecting subtle changes.

"When I asked him if the body was in the park or at the construction site, his pupils were not dilated," she explained. He's not nervous, he's relaxed, there's no fear, he's not feeling anything about the two places, the bodies aren't there!"

Kennedy stared at the screen, convinced by her analysis of Beammons' reaction.

"As I shifted to Moon Lake, Emmons' pupils suddenly dilated, and he became anxious and nervous, causing blood flow to increase and the temperature of his skin surface to rise. Breathing heavily, he tried to explain, but remembered that I had said that I was not allowed to speak. So, his mouth was dry, and he swallowed, which meant that he was very sensitive to Moon Lake, and he was afraid of it! He wanted to hide it! Why was he afraid? Why did he want to hide it? The answer was self-evident, because there was the body of Trina Emmons hidden. Once the body is found, he will be convicted of first-degree murder in a state court!

Wonderful!

Kennedy stood up in awe and took the initiative to shake hands, "Miss Qiu, I apologize to you, I shouldn't doubt your professionalism." ”

Qiu Jinghao smiled indifferently, put down the coffee, and shook hands with him open-mindedly.

Kennedy felt that he should thank her solemnly for helping the police solve the murder of his wife.

"Thank you for your help!"

This grip represents the tribute and recognition of a veteran police officer who has been a police officer for 18 years to a 24-year-old micro-expression research scholar.

Not long after Kennedy left the office, a murder occurred in the foreign city of Huan, the deceased was Ye Mei, a star of country A, and the suspect was Mu Ziqian, president of the Mu Foundation, who was a figure in the military, politics and business of country A.