"I know you're hell-bent on death." Mr. Tian opened his mouth again, and his tone was very flat, "But do you know that there are many ways to die." These days, my means, I think you also understand a little. ”

At this point, Mr. Tian paused for a moment, and then said slowly, word by word: "Chess test, I promise you, if you want to die at my hands, you will spend a long, long time. ”

He spoke in a very flat tone and at a slow pace, as if he were saying something inconsequential. However, there was a chilling coldness in those words, and even the surrounding air seemed to be a little colder.

Answering Mr. Tian was still a deathly silence.

The chess test didn't seem to hear his words at all, and he didn't move when he stood under the lamp, like an old monk who had settled down. Fu Jun couldn't even make out the trajectory of a trace of muscle movement from his face.

Mr. Tian waited for a moment, and then a faint look of disappointment appeared on his face.

He thought that he would gain something today, but this chess test was much more difficult to deal with than he thought.

He's used to it, though.

This zombie-like expression in front of him will appear on the face of the chess test every time he is interrogated, even if he asks some of the most ordinary questions and the chess test answers, his expression is still the same.

Therefore, Mr. Tian was not discouraged, only glanced at Wang Xiang, and then asked the next question.

Fu Jun's attention has been all on the body of the chess exam, and every time Mr. Tian asks a question, she will carefully observe the expression of the chess exam, looking for the way his emotions are projected.

Fu Jun firmly believes that as long as you are human, you will definitely have emotions, and it is impossible to completely suppress the instinctive reaction of the body. Merely. Some people, after undergoing rigorous training, will hide these outward manifestations.

It's not that they don't have micro-expressions, but that micro-expressions are more hidden, hidden in places that others can't see. It's a pity that Fu Jun observed for a long time, but he never found the micro-expression hidden in the chess test.

Mr. Tian's arraignment continued, but Fu Jun had already walked away from the window.

There's no need to look any further. If it is interrogated in the way it is today. I'm afraid I won't be able to ask half a word in a day. It is even more impossible to find the emotional breaking point of the chess test.

Fu Jun frowned, pacing back and forth in the room, thinking about countermeasures.

In her previous life, she had never come into contact with such a tricky suspect. She didn't have a clue how to pry open the mouths of such prisoners.

She paced to the table and sat down on a wooden stool beside it, her eyes slightly closed. I tried to remember the cases I had dealt with in my previous life, and I wanted to find one or two that I could learn from.

Suddenly. A trivial incident suddenly broke into her mind.

It was not long after she first became a police officer in her previous life, and one year she enrolled in an internal training class, and the lecture for them was given by an old policeman who had retired from the State Security Bureau. He gave the students an overview of how a lie detector works.

To put it simply, the polygraph first collects data on the subject's normal blood pressure, heartbeat, respiratory frequency, etc., by asking the test person some very simple questions that do not need to lie at all. And use this as a baseline. After that, some key questions were asked. Compare the physical data obtained from the previous period, and conclude whether the person is lying or not based on changes in blood pressure, heartbeat, etc.

Thinking of this, Fu Jun's eyes lit up suddenly.

Why did she not think of this solution?

Although there was no lie detector in the Han Dynasty, she had "hyperamnesia". She can design a set of questions based on the working principle of the polygraph, and then use micro-expressions as the data baseline to analyze which questions the chess test lied about or reacted unusually.

Naturally, for a "professional" like the chess exam, Fu Jun did not think that her method could succeed at one time. But now they urgently need a breakthrough, and polygraph is undoubtedly the most feasible method that Fu Jun can think of at present.

Fu Jun immediately stood up, hurriedly took two steps forward, and then stopped.

Even if she starts working on the question now, it's too late. What's more, she doesn't have enough information in her hands, at least until tomorrow.

Thinking of this, Fu Jun retreated to the table and sat down, and began to clarify his thoughts little by little.

Indeed, today is not a lie detector. However, she couldn't just leave.

It was not easy for her to come out once, and it would be a pity if she returned empty-handed. In any case, she had to dig something out of the chess exam.

Thinking like this, Fu Jun walked back to the window and looked at the scene in the interrogation room again, thinking about where to start in order to break the deadlock in front of him.

It can be seen that this kind of interrogation has completely lost its effectiveness against the chess test. Therefore, no matter what Mr. Tian says, the chess test is that dead man's expression. Fu Jun guessed that if she wasn't here, Mr. Tian was only afraid that he would be sentenced to the chess exam. But even if he was sentenced, Fu Jun didn't think he could get more information from the chess exam.

Obviously, this single mode of interrogation cannot make the chess test nervous, and Fu Jun even has a feeling that the chess test should be boring at this time.

When he entered the interrogation room, he may have been taken aback by the stimulus of the light, but he instinctively turned sideways to avoid the light, an action that largely obscured some of his true reactions. Later, Mr. Tian's interrogation did not reveal any tricks, and the chess test should be relieved at this time.

Thinking of this, Fu Jun's eyes suddenly lit up.

Isn't that a great opportunity? Isn't this interrogation, which seems boring in the chess exam, a kind of mental paralysis from another point of view? And when a person is in such a boring situation, his spirit and emotions must be relatively relaxed.

What Fu Jun has to do at the moment is to break this relaxation and make him nervous. And there are many ways to do this.

After thinking about it for a while, Fu Jun quickly thought of a solution. She turned around and walked to the table, hurriedly wrote a line with a pen, and handed it to Mrs. Xu.

Xu Niangzi took it and looked at it, her eyebrows did not move, and she only nodded slightly to Fu Jun.

Fu Jun wrote a few more paragraphs on another piece of paper and handed them to Xu Niangzi again.

Xu Niangzi took it, read it carefully, and nodded to Fu Jun to show that she understood. Fu Jun smiled slightly, and arched his hand to Xu Niangzi again.

Xu Niangzi also smiled and bowed, then put away all the two pages, turned her eyes to look around, and then picked up a round stool in front of the table, walked to the iron door in the corridor and stood up, waiting for Fu Jun's instructions.

Fu Jun stretched out her hand to signal her to wait, and immediately walked to the window to look at the chess test in the interrogation room, and at the same time stretched out her left hand and raised three fingers.

Xu Niangzi looked at Fu Jun's hand, and silently counted in her heart as her gestures changed:

Three, two, one.

At the end of the count, she jerked up the stool and slammed it against the iron door. (To be continued)