The leader is Yang Yize, who looked at me very strangely, less close to the past, and more alienated. He said coldly: "Teacher Xin, can you go back with us to record a confession this time?" ”

Lu Zenghan protected me behind him and said, "Her physical condition is not very good. In this way, I promise you that in a week, I will definitely take her to the criminal police team. ”

Yang Yize raised his eyes and looked at Lu Zenghan, still expressionless: "Your guarantee?" Who are you? As he spoke, he pulled out his gun, "Don't force me to do it." ”

Lu Zenghan's identity has not been made public, and he can't do anything with the policeman with a gun at this moment. He stared at Yang Yize tightly and said coldly: "Okay, I'll let you know who I am!" As he spoke, he turned around and put his arm on my shoulders and said, "Ke Qiao, be strong, no matter what, hold on and wait for me to save you." ”

I was very scared, my memory and analysis skills at this moment had become a plate of scattered sand, and I didn't even know what I should say, so I had to follow Yang Yize downstairs step by step.

Yang Yize and I sat in two cars along the way, and it became a luxury for me to have a few words with him and ask about the situation, maybe he was deliberately avoiding me. When I arrived at the criminal police team, I was immediately taken to the interrogation room and questioned by two policemen I didn't know, but I knew that the white team and Yang Yize must have watched my every move, word and deed in the monitoring room next door.

They asked me again about the day of Yingying's accident, and I repeated it as I had done last time. Immediately afterwards, they asked, "Where were you on the day Zou Shizhao's body was found, that is, on the 23rd of this month?" ”

I thought about it, on the day I found the charred corpse in Nancheng and the other day before, I was in a mood, I stayed in a hotel for three days, and I stayed at home for several days, and I replied, "I'm at home." ”

"Didn't you go out?" Their tone was harsh.

"Nope." I replied.

"I'll ask you again, didn't you go out? I remind you that you should cooperate well with our inquiry, and if you continue to conceal it, you will harm yourself. The policeman's tone became even more blunt.

The tone scared me a little, but I thought about it and realized that I wasn't going anywhere. But I've been in a bad state lately, and I don't know if it's because of my memory or if I'm really not going out. I pounded my head hard and said bitterly, "I really don't know. ”

The interrogation was so stalemate for a long time that it had to be interrupted. The two policemen went out, came back in the middle of the night, hugged a notebook, and said to me: "Since you don't shed tears when you don't see the coffin, then we'll let you look at something and reminisce about memories." ”

As he spoke, he placed his notebook on the table in front of me and opened a video. It was near the deserted dock very close to the post bridge, but I could see that there were very few people around, most of them were in a hurry, and a figure in a red dress was particularly conspicuous, walking slowly towards the dock, the gait was exactly the same as my sister, and the face on the red skirt, which I was particularly familiar with, was myself.

I couldn't help but cover my mouth, it was "her", but where did I get the red dress? I muttered, "The skirt is not mine." ”

"But we found the dress in your room." The policeman said with a blank face.

I shook my head desperately, it wasn't me, it wasn't really me. The police opened the other end of the video again, and it was still the same place, it was two days later, and the woman in the red dress was still talking closely with a man, who was the murderer I recalled before, and the acne on his face was particularly obvious. How could "she" talk to him? And after talking for a long time, the expressions of the two were very close, without a trace of sabre-rattling atmosphere.

About ten minutes later, the two separated, and the woman in the red dress got closer and closer like a camera, and in the nearest place, she suddenly hooked her lips and smiled, and that smile was oozing with a chill. But that face is clearly still my face.

I finally couldn't help myself and yelled "ah". The gaps and fragments of memories drive me crazy, why is this happening? What exactly is "she" going to do? How could "she" know the murderer, and what was "she" doing with the murderer? I kept yelling.

The police panicked, and the questioning was aborted, and I was coaxed and dragged to the next conference room. Soon, Mei Zijun came in, blasted the other policemen outside, held my shoulder and said, "Ke Qiao, don't be afraid, it's okay." ”

I hugged Mei Zijun tightly regardless of it, and said tremblingly: "It's not me, it's really not me, it's her, she's the murderer." It's really not me. "I don't know what I'm talking about.

Mei Zijun didn't say anything, just gently patted my back rhythmically, this rhythm made my beating heart slowly slow down, I gradually subsided from shouting, and snuggled into Mei Zijun's arms, with a feeling of dizziness and heaviness.

I woke up again, it was already dawn the next day, I was arranged in a small room in the criminal police team to sleep on a small bed all night, Mei Zijun was still by my side, watching me wake up, and said softly: "How is it, are you still uncomfortable?" ”

I held my dazed head and said, "Much better." "Every seizure feels like it's hollowed out, but after sleeping it gets a lot better.

Mei Zijun whispered to me: "If you insist on it, I will take care of you." Lu Zenghan will soon be able to think of a way to save you, and he asked me to tell you that the most important thing for you now is to stay sober and not be led by others. ”

I looked at him a little helplessly, I had been led to the rhythm, and now I want to struggle, is it too late?

As he was talking, the white team had already knocked on the door and came in, and said without any expression: "Teacher Xin, continue to record a confession." ”

Mei Zijun smiled: "So dedicated, Teacher Xin's state, let's rest and rest." ”

The white team didn't buy Mei Zijun's favor at all: "Officer Mei, although you are bigger than me, but we are in charge of each other, and I still have the final say in my one-third of an acre of land." Don't mind if I say something ugly, I've been working in criminal investigation for so many years, what should I do, I don't need you to teach me, right? After speaking, he said coldly, "Teacher Xin, let's go." ”

The white team was cold-faced, and no one was given face, and there was no room for negotiation. I had to follow him out, but strangely enough, instead of taking me to the interrogation room today, he took me to the conference room. There were already two men in their forties sitting in the conference room, looking at their expressions and temperament, not quite like policemen.

Two policemen were left in the conference room, and the rest were evacuated. The two men began to talk to me slowly, at first some mundane homely chats, but gradually got to the point and began to follow the routine of psychology. I understand that this is a psychologist that the police are looking for. But I myself am a student of psychology, how can I endure their interrogation? I was so resistant that I didn't say anything about them.

After about an hour, I still didn't cooperate, I either didn't answer their questions, or I answered them randomly, and I even resisted the urge to slap the table and remained silent. Seeing that I was ironclad, the two people said to me, "Teacher Xin, why don't we change the way, you close your eyes first." ”

Closed eyes? What kind of routine is this? Hypnosis or music therapy? I closed my eyes. But in an instant, I felt a cold in my arm, I immediately opened my eyes, and the two men tied my arms to the chair, and out of nowhere, suddenly conjured an electrotherapy device, plugged it in, and stretched it out at me.

"Ahh I was so shocked that I screamed, it hurt, how many volts did they use? How can it hurt so much?

One of the men said slowly: "Teacher Xin, we watched the video of your interrogation yesterday, you should be suffering from a more serious hysteria. Electrotherapy is very effective for hysteria, you are an expert in this, and you don't need me to say that you understand, so you just need to cooperate, concentrate, and let your spirit be one, and that's fine. ”

"What nonsense are you talking about? I don't have hysteria. I shouted, but my resistance was considered a more serious condition, and when the voltage was turned up, there were bursts of electricity passing through my arm. The pain, like a pinprick stick, my brain kept going blank with the electric shock, and my body was convulsing. I even had a feeling of urgency to go to the toilet, and the shame almost broke me. I shouted hoarsely, "You let go of me, let go of me, ah! ”

My shouting finally caught the attention of the police, who stopped the two men. I cried out in pain, "I'm going to the bathroom, take me away." ”

Two policewomen took me to the bathroom, and after I went, I couldn't stop shivering and convulsing, and the electric convulsion method was not impossible, but the voltage of these two people was too high, and it was not used in this way at all. But I couldn't say anything, my whole body was washed with sweat, and I couldn't even rely on my hands and feet, so I still relied on the policewoman to help me go back.

Han Muzhi rushed out of which room he didn't know from, and shouted anxiously in front of me, "Ke Qiao, how are you?" ”

Yang Yize dragged him tightly behind him and said, "Okay, don't hinder us from hearing the case." I'm already making an exception for you to come. ”

Han Muzhi pushed Yang Yize away and shouted, "This is your case? Are you trying or are you tortured to extract confessions? ”

"Watch your words!" Yang Yize said sharply, "We are civilized law enforcement, no one tortured her to extract a confession, and there are psychological experts inside who are treating her!" ”

"Hehe," Han Muzhi sneered, "I shouldn't have believed you in the first place, you said that Keqiao came back and asked me to treat her." You've backtracked! ”

Yang Yize said in a deep voice: "Which psychiatrist to use, it's not me who has the final say, the leader will decide." ”

"Which leader? Who? Han Muzhi was so angry that he went crazy, I had never seen him so impatient and crazy, "I told you, but Qiao's mental state is not good, Lu Zenghan will definitely take her for treatment as soon as possible, otherwise you can catch her?" But you also promised me to let me be treated. I knew you were using such indiscriminate doctors, and I wouldn't have told you anyway! ”