Jiang Futing said goodbye to his back, and after the chaotic footsteps ended, two more steady and powerful footsteps came from the same direction.

When he turned his head again, Jiang Futing met the eyes of the two.

Zhou Qi waved his hand to him as always, and Yan Fang nodded succinctly, even if he had said hello.

He walked to the door, didn't say much, and directly instructed Zhou Qi: "Take him directly into the interrogation room, you go to the presiding judge, and let Xiao Zheng make a record for you." ”

Zhou Qi was surprised and blurted out: "Me? ”

Yan Fang glanced at him: "Isn't it okay?" ”

"Okay! Yes! Yes! Zhou Qi hurriedly pecked the rice, and when he was almost murdered just now, his heart was quite calm, but he suddenly became nervous.

Bang bang bang!

My heart was beating to my throat.

He hurried into the room with his head hung in to cover up, unhandcuffed himself, and quickly came out with his head down, leading the person to another interrogation room.

Yan Fang looked at his back as he absconded all the way, and habitually said to Jiang Futing in an instructive tone: "You go with me to observe, there are some aspects that you should know better than me." ”

Jiang Futing: "......"

Although I always felt that something was not very pleasant in my heart, I still nodded.

Yan Fang said that he was going to listen with him, and he was indeed listening with him, because in the cubicle in the interrogation room, only the two of them were standing at the moment, and there were no other policemen.

Xiao Zheng, who is in charge of the record, has probably not been in office for too long, just like Xiao Zhou at the beginning, the whole person is visibly nervous.

His face was tensed very hard, as if every deliberate expression and movement was done in accordance with the most ferocious state that he had practiced in private for a long time.

Fortunately, he has a Chinese face, and the lines of his eyebrows, eyes and nose bridge are relatively rough, which can be regarded as that flavor at first glance, which can bluff people somewhat.

As for Xiao Zhou, no, Lao Zhou is a lot calmer, his face is full of sophistication, but his eyes drift to Yan Fang outside the glass intentionally or unintentionally, as if he still has a little self-doubt.

Yan Fang's face was not very good, and he frowned.

Zhou Qi immediately lowered his head, pretended to stack the information in his hand, and used great force.

Through the soundproof glass, Jiang Futing felt that he vaguely heard the sound of the table being hammered.

Then, Yan Fang picked up the intercom phone on the table.

Zhou Qi's mind was really still on his family's strict team, and when he caught a glimpse of his movements, he immediately picked up the earpiece in his hand at the same time.

Yan Fang helplessly raised his hand and pressed his eyebrow bone with his fingers: "Let's start." ”

As soon as Zhou Qi put down the earpiece, Xiao Zheng on the side immediately stood up, he walked to the table one by one, turned on the camera, returned to the position to open the recording book, opened the book, and began to sit upright.

The process of interrogation was somewhat difficult, and the results of the work were ...... There was no work on it.

More than ten minutes passed, not to mention asking something from Lu Changrong's mouth, just asking him to face the camera and honestly answer who his surname was, how old he was this year, and where he lived in such a kindergarten at home, he didn't say a word for a long time.

It was as if his mouth had been sewn shut by a stapler

, Not only that, Lu Changrong simply started to stay in the back and began to travel outside the world.

Zhou Qi had exhausted all his life's learning, eighteen martial arts, and finally lost.

He helplessly cast a pleading look at the glass, but Yan Fang didn't give him any extra hints.

Jiang Futing locked his eyebrows and stared at Lu Changrong who was sitting there, a little confused for a moment what he meant and what he was thinking.

It stands to reason that judging from the scene of the development, Lu Changrong's psychological defense line was indeed shattered because of Lu Changku's soul.

Moreover, most of his previous motives for committing crimes, as well as his inner emotional impulses, came from Li Shang and Lu Changku.

But when Zhou Qi interrogated just now, he had already tentatively thrown out the matter of Li Shang being arrested, and Lu Changrong also did not give any superfluous reaction.

At most, he blinked his eyes indifferently, and then continued to be in a daze.

Jiang Futing suddenly realized that this matter may not be so simple, and there must be something hidden in Lu Changrong's body, which is terrible and unsightly for him.

People are selfish, and now that Lu Changkut has disappeared, he is still like this......

It is very likely that this desperately hidden thing will really threaten his life, and even this incident is the crux of the temptation for him to commit crazy crimes.

Thinking about it this way, in fact, Lu Changrong's clues have been reflected from the beginning, even if he really needs to plunder the souls of the living to maintain his normal survival because he was scared away at the beginning.

But the frequency of committing crimes is ...... every ten days and half a month It's too high, let alone used to maintain survival, it is estimated that it can't be digested, but it will be eaten by ghosts.

It's just that at that time, they were bent on finding evidence of him, and they were busy arresting people later, so they ignored it.

The ravine between Lu Changrong's eyebrows is as deep as a dry riverbed, which can stuff many heavy thoughts.

Yan Fang also stared at Lu Changrong tightly, probably the only patience he had had been forced to a critical point.

He suddenly took a deep breath, lifted his half-hung bangs, exposed his smooth forehead, and after being cool for a while, he suppressed the fire in his heart and suddenly walked to the corner.

Jiang Futing thought that he had figured out a clue, and his eyes followed his body.

As a result, in the next second, Yan Fang skillfully nested in the corner and took out a cigarette case from his chest pocket.

's smooth behavior is a habitual offender at first glance.

Jiang Futing probably knew why Zhou Qi dared to flout the rules and sneak into the corridor to smoke that night.

In a few seconds, Yan Fang's heroic face was hidden in his own cloud-swallowing mist, and the fairy aura was swirling, making him have the appearance of an immortal standing on a mountain.

After he puffed out his cigarette, Jiang Futing was still looking at him intently.

Yan Fang got out of the nicotine above, and there was a little more excitement on his still lackluster face.

When he walked over, he glanced at the helpless two people inside, and did not rush to call them, but flipped through the information at hand.

The psychological profile and all the information of Lu Changrong are stacked together.

He put it in his hand, flipping through them one by one.

Jiang Futing inadvertently saw the old site of the orphanage again in the interface he flipped, and suddenly remembered what he had omitted.

The first time he went to the old site, it was Gao Xue who was dementored and sleepwalked to this place, and he followed it all the way to find out.

But why do you have to go all the way to lead people here to take a soul?

Is it to do what you want to do in that place? Or who are you approaching?

And his damaged soul......

Jiang Futing continued to think deeply, no matter what Lu Changrong said, it was half true and false, and you couldn't tell whether it was true or false at once.

He always felt that there was something wrong with the matter that Lu Changrong stated.

A person who has broken his soul will inevitably be emaciated, listless, and have no vitality, even if there are other people's souls indiscriminately, but they can only let you live, it is impossible to be like him now, and he still has the heart and spirit to calculate everywhere and kill people easily.

As soon as he thought of this, Yan Fang had already traced Lu Changrong's life again through the black and white words in front of him.

As if he had figured out something, he suddenly closed the information, looked at Lu Changrong inside, and said thoughtfully:

In this case, I can still be calm and relaxed, not arrogant or impatient, because I have no fear in my heart. There is no fear because he has a faith or pillar that is as stable as Mount Tai. It can come from within himself or from outside. ”

After Yan Fang finished speaking, he also asked Jiang Futing's opinion: "What do you think?" ”

Jiang Futing was stunned for a moment, still amazed at his ability to write in depth, but he replied next: "He no longer has inner faith." ”

After blurting out these words, even he himself was silent for a moment.

He looked at the man who was slumped in the interrogation chair and sat in no position, and his mind replayed what had happened not long ago:

"However, you are right, the only faith collapses, he can still sit here without collapsing in the mountains, pampered and humiliated, the external strength is not simple, and the simple temptation of interests is not enough to make him speechless."

Lu Changrong was not so arrogant that he didn't want to speak, Yan Fang deduced something from his words.

Over the years, he has handled a lot of large and small cases, and he has seen countless murderers, and there are not a few people like Lu Changrong who are arrogant and think they are superior.

But arrogance is one thing, and not mentioning it is another, after all, arrogant people have not exaggerated to the extent that they can't even introduce themselves.

At best, he is not very cooperative in answering your questions, and even occasionally condescends to spread what he thinks is the 'truth' to you.

And Lu Changrong in front of him looked indifferent, but it was more like hiding his inner uneasiness with a diametrically opposite extreme attitude.

To allow him to hide his uneasiness in such a way is probably serious enough to threaten his life.

He suddenly picked up the single-line phone on the table, and Zhou Qi inside saw his move, and immediately grabbed the receiver with relief.

Yan Fang said succinctly: "You come out, let me in." ”

Zhou Qi immediately hung up the phone and took him in

The next sentence on his lips was hung back stiffly......

As a result, as soon as I pushed the door, I saw Yan Fang's gloomy face.

He shrunk his neck for some reason, and paced to Yan Fang like a chicken.

Because of maintaining the image that was not an image in front of people, Yan Fang didn't think much about it, glared at Zhou Qi unhappily, and didn't bother to tell him the rest of the words.

Before entering the interrogation room, he left a sentence for Jiang Futing, "If you find anything during the interrogation process, or have any suggestions, just tell me on a one-line phone." ”

The tool man Jiang Futing nodded obediently.

The interrogation room, which was still full of fatigue just now, seemed to be pressed down by a mountain after Yan Fang sat down, and it sank so that people couldn't breathe.

Xiao Zheng, who was already sitting on the side, directly cured the cervical spondylosis that he had been cultivating in school for many years.

Yan Fang knew that this was a mental endurance contest and did not rush it.

He banged on the cup, and the crunch sound had a refreshing effect in the closed interrogation room on all sides.

Lu Changrong on the other side, because of this unexpected voice, turned his head with some curiosity and looked at the culprit who made the sound, Yan Fang's slender fingers.

Of course, the purpose of his knocking on the cup itself is not so complicated.

I saw Zhou Qi come in with great discernment, walked out with his cup, and a minute later, he held a steaming cup with thin green leaves, and brought it in respectfully.

(End of chapter)