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The atmosphere in the interrogation room was eerie, and the people in the other room were not much better. Except for Schumann, only Wu Wei, who was a little older, was relatively calm, and everyone else seemed to be a little anxious about Jiang Yan's unhurried attitude.

However, with the aura of Lang Yunping's proud protégé on his head, it is difficult for everyone to say anything.

It's just that after seeing Qiao Fei, who had been invulnerable before, suddenly had an expression on his face, everyone was a little excited in their hearts.

And Schumann knew that Shu Yu Jiang Yan's play was about to start.

Sure enough, Jiang Yan had a casual face before, but at this moment, it suddenly became fierce, and even Schumann, who had known him for more than 20 years, had never seen this kind of look on his face.

Gloomy, depressing, even, breathless.

And in Jiang Yan's expression, the first person who couldn't hold back was naturally Qiao Fei.

His thin lips moved up and down, as if he wanted to speak, but was ruthlessly interrupted by Jiang Yan:

"Why did you kill them?"

His tone was not as aggressive as Cheng Ziyang and the others, nor was he as casual and indifferent as usual, and his voice was also low, but invisibly, giving people high pressure.

Qiao Fei's hand clenched hard, and at this moment, he suddenly felt a kind of relief that was dripping with joy.

That kind of relief seems to have unloaded the heavy burden of a thousand pounds behind him in an instant.

The lights in the interrogation room were dazzling, the dust was floating, and the needles in the air could be heard, and for a moment, Qiao Fei suddenly hooked the corners of his lips and chuckled.

Because of his sudden laughter, Jiang Yan's eyebrows couldn't help wrinkling, but he didn't say anything.

It wasn't until Qiao Fei looked at him with a somewhat complicated gaze for a long time that he turned his head slightly and looked towards the wall on the side of the double-way mirror.

Even though it was separated by a wall and a mirror, Schumann still clearly felt that Qiao Fei was looking at her at this moment.

It wasn't the first time she had looked into Qiao Fei's eyes seriously, but it hadn't been the first time that it made people feel so frightened.

Under those seemingly calm eyes, there seemed to be a huge whirlpool hidden at the bottom of the sea, and she was standing on the edge of the whirlpool, as if she was not careful, she would be pulled into the abyss, and there was no possibility of turning over.

Then, she saw Qiao Fei's lips move, as if she was saying to Jiang Yan, and as if she was saying to her:

"Call her here!"

Schumann took a deep breath, suddenly thought of something, turned his head, and whispered a few words to Wu Wei who was standing next to him.

Schumann finally went to the interrogation room, Jiang Yan did not leave, and she did not let him go.

Seeing Schumann, Qiao Fei's whole person seemed to be much more relaxed, his sitting posture was no longer straight, and his expression was also very relaxed. When Schumann came in, he handed him a glass of water, Qiao Fei raised his hands, brought the water to his mouth, and took a big sip.

None of the three people in the interrogation room spoke, only the faint sound of water passing through their throats.

Finally, Qiao Fei put down the water glass and looked straight at Schumann:

"How did you doubt me?"

Schumann twisted his eyebrows, glanced sideways at Jiang Yan, and found that he had no expression, so he settled down and turned his head to look at Qiao Fei:

"Intuition!"

When she said this, she also exhaled secretly in her heart. Qiao Fei is going to let go.

If he doesn't let go, the evidence they have now in their hands will not be enough to take charge of the charges. It's just that she still can't quite understand why Jiang Yan just sat here with him for more than ten minutes, and when he said a word, he would let him relax.

The so-called psychological tactics, what kind of psychology did Jiang Yan grasp?

Hearing Schumann's words, Qiao Fei seemed to be stunned, but soon laughed again:

"My hometown is a very remote mountain village in Guizhou, not only remote, but also very poor. Poor to the point where you can't even imagine it. ”

Qiao Fei smiled, and suddenly restrained his smile without warning, and slowly spoke, but when he said this, Schumann keenly noticed that there seemed to be something in his eyes, which was different from usual.

"I remember that in the small shed in my backyard, there was always a woman who was chained by a very thick and thick iron chain. I didn't know who she was at the time, I didn't know why my dad was chaining her, and it was not the only one in our house, so it seemed to me to be a normal thing.

My dad allowed me to visit her and bring her food, but he forbade me to talk to her.

At first I didn't understand why, but because of my dad's intimidation, I did it.

But after all, the family needs to eat, and my dad can't stay at home every day, and, for some reason, I always have a strange feeling for the woman in the backyard, always wanting to get closer, wanting to talk to her more.

Later, someone in the village told me that the woman was my mother.

Finally, one time, while he was out working, I couldn't help but sneak in and talk to her.

Just ......"

When Qiao Fei said this, he suddenly paused and took a deep breath, which seemed to be very relaxed on the surface, but Schumann saw that his hands on the table had been clenched too hard, exposing the roots of the tendons.

"I didn't expect that when I flattered the only hen in the house to boil the egg and send it to her, and carefully called her mother, she went crazy and red-eyed, grabbed me and hit me on the head, and trampled the egg to a pulp, telling me that she was not my mother.

I was frightened, and I didn't know why, so I desperately called her and begged her to let me go, but she beat me more and more fiercely. He even beat me on the head with a chain.

Ahh

As he spoke, Qiao Fei suddenly leaned back, raised his head, and looked at the ceiling:

"You must not have experienced that feeling of being filled with blood in your eyes, and everything you look at, it is scarlet."

A little boy who is only a few years old, rejected and beaten by his biological mother, for whatever reason, should have been a very sad thing.

But I don't know why, from Qiao Fei's mouth, with this casual tone, even with a bit of enjoyment, it inexplicably made Schumann feel uncomfortable for a while.

"At that time, I was young, and I didn't understand what I had done wrong that would make that woman hate me so much. I was just scared stupid, lying on the ground, looking at her with my eyes open and scarleting and punching and kicking me.

Later, if my dad hadn't come back, I think I would have died there by that time. ”

Qiao Fei suddenly smiled:

"My dad carried me back into the house and went to the backyard with a calm face, and although I didn't follow, I heard the woman's screams and knew what was going on.

My dad thought I didn't know, but in fact, several times, my dad sneaked up in the middle of the night to go to the backyard, and I followed him over to see him lying on top of the woman.

Each time, the woman let out that miserable scream.

I don't know why my dad didn't hide from me that day, but my heart was very happy, unprecedentedly happy, as if all the pain in my body and the blood I shed had been vented.

Later, after a long time, my dad asked me to bring her food.

That was my first contact with the woman after that incident, and this time, she was like a different person, smiling at me, talking to me, touching my head, teaching me to read, and telling me interesting things.

She talked about the city where she lived, about her childhood, about when she was in school, and those things were foreign to me, but they were very attractive.

Gradually, I ran more and more to the backyard.

It's just that I know very well in my heart that she is not really smiling at me, because every time, when she looks at me, her eyes are full of hatred and viciousness.

Finally, a year later, one day, when I went to see her, she asked me to untie her chains.

I just looked at her like that, watched her kneel on the ground, kept begging me, originally, looking at her pitiful appearance, for a moment, I really relented, and planned to let her go like this.

But guess what she told me?

She said, she's my mom!

Hah-

Ridiculous or not? ”

Qiao Fei looked at Schumann, at this moment he had already taken off his eyes, and the light unconsciously revealed in a pair of dark eyes was terrifying.

"When I called her mom, she almost beat me to death, and now she's telling me she's my mom?

I knew that there was a reason for her sudden change in the past year, because she wanted me to let her go.

All right!

Since she wants to go so much, then I'll let her go!

I stole my dad's key and secretly let her go......"

"But she didn't make it, did she?"

At this time, Schumann finally couldn't help but open his mouth, Qiao Fei looked very calm, and nodded:

"Yes, she didn't make it, because when she ran to the mountain stream, I who had been secretly following her all the time, pushed her down while she wasn't paying attention!"

When the words fell, even Schumann, a person who never showed his emotions in front of the prisoners, couldn't help clenching his fists at this moment, and his eyes glared straight and sharp at Qiao Fei.

How old was he back then, he killed his biological mother, and then told it, but he didn't have any remorse at all, on the contrary, he was proud and arrogant.

"If you were too young, you didn't understand anything. But what about then? You are educated and exposed to high society, don't you know that your mother was trafficked? ”

"Yes! I know! ”

Qiao Fei shrugged his shoulders indifferently, but what he said in the next second made Schumann feel a sense of coldness and anger, as well as an inexplicable complex feeling, along the soles of his feet, straight to the top of his head:

In a very calm and non-caring tone, he said lightly:

"But what does that have to do with me?"

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Remember for a second No pop-ups

The atmosphere in the interrogation room was eerie, and the people in the other room were not much better. Except for Schumann, only Wu Wei, who was a little older, was relatively calm, and everyone else seemed to be a little anxious about Jiang Yan's unhurried attitude.

However, with the aura of Lang Yunping's proud protégé on his head, it is difficult for everyone to say anything.

It's just that after seeing Qiao Fei, who had been invulnerable before, suddenly had an expression on his face, everyone was a little excited in their hearts.

And Schumann knew that Shu Yu Jiang Yan's play was about to start.

Sure enough, Jiang Yan had a casual face before, but at this moment, it suddenly became fierce, and even Schumann, who had known him for more than 20 years, had never seen this kind of look on his face.

Gloomy, depressing, even, breathless.

And in Jiang Yan's expression, the first person who couldn't hold back was naturally Qiao Fei.

His thin lips moved up and down, as if he wanted to speak, but was ruthlessly interrupted by Jiang Yan:

"Why did you kill them?"

His tone was not as aggressive as Cheng Ziyang and the others, nor was he as casual and indifferent as usual, and his voice was also low, but invisibly, giving people high pressure.

Qiao Fei's hand clenched hard, and at this moment, he suddenly felt a kind of relief that was dripping with joy.

That kind of relief seems to have unloaded the heavy burden of a thousand pounds behind him in an instant.

The lights in the interrogation room were dazzling, the dust was floating, and the needles in the air could be heard, and for a moment, Qiao Fei suddenly hooked the corners of his lips and chuckled.

Because of his sudden laughter, Jiang Yan's eyebrows couldn't help wrinkling, but he didn't say anything.

It wasn't until Qiao Fei looked at him with a somewhat complicated gaze for a long time that he turned his head slightly and looked towards the wall on the side of the double-way mirror.

Even though it was separated by a wall and a mirror, Schumann still clearly felt that Qiao Fei was looking at her at this moment.

It wasn't the first time she had looked into Qiao Fei's eyes seriously, but it hadn't been the first time that it made people feel so frightened.

Under those seemingly calm eyes, there seemed to be a huge whirlpool hidden at the bottom of the sea, and she was standing on the edge of the whirlpool, as if she was not careful, she would be pulled into the abyss, and there was no possibility of turning over.

Then, she saw Qiao Fei's lips move, as if she was saying to Jiang Yan, and as if she was saying to her:

"Call her here!"

Schumann took a deep breath, suddenly thought of something, turned his head, and whispered a few words to Wu Wei who was standing next to him.

Schumann finally went to the interrogation room, Jiang Yan did not leave, and she did not let him go.

Seeing Schumann, Qiao Fei's whole person seemed to be much more relaxed, his sitting posture was no longer straight, and his expression was also very relaxed. When Schumann came in, he handed him a glass of water, Qiao Fei raised his hands, brought the water to his mouth, and took a big sip.

None of the three people in the interrogation room spoke, only the faint sound of water passing through their throats.

Finally, Qiao Fei put down the water glass and looked straight at Schumann:

"How did you doubt me?"

Schumann twisted his eyebrows, glanced sideways at Jiang Yan, and found that he had no expression, so he settled down and turned his head to look at Qiao Fei:

"Intuition!"

When she said this, she also exhaled secretly in her heart. Qiao Fei is going to let go.

If he doesn't let go, the evidence they have now in their hands will not be enough to take charge of the charges. It's just that she still can't quite understand why Jiang Yan just sat here with him for more than ten minutes, and when he said a word, he would let him relax.

The so-called psychological tactics, what kind of psychology did Jiang Yan grasp?

Hearing Schumann's words, Qiao Fei seemed to be stunned, but soon laughed again:

"My hometown is a very remote mountain village in Guizhou, not only remote, but also very poor. Poor to the point where you can't even imagine it. ”

Qiao Fei smiled, and suddenly restrained his smile without warning, and slowly spoke, but when he said this, Schumann keenly noticed that there seemed to be something in his eyes, which was different from usual.

"I remember that in the small shed in my backyard, there was always a woman who was chained by a very thick and thick iron chain. I didn't know who she was at the time, I didn't know why my dad was chaining her, and it was not the only one in our house, so it seemed to me to be a normal thing.

My dad allowed me to visit her and bring her food, but he forbade me to talk to her.

At first I didn't understand why, but because of my dad's intimidation, I did it.

But after all, the family needs to eat, and my dad can't stay at home every day, and, for some reason, I always have a strange feeling for the woman in the backyard, always wanting to get closer, wanting to talk to her more.

Later, someone in the village told me that the woman was my mother.

Finally, one time, while he was out working, I couldn't help but sneak in and talk to her.

Just ......"

When Qiao Fei said this, he suddenly paused and took a deep breath, which seemed to be very relaxed on the surface, but Schumann saw that his hands on the table had been clenched too hard, exposing the roots of the tendons.

"I didn't expect that when I flattered the only hen in the house to boil the egg and send it to her, and carefully called her mother, she went crazy and red-eyed, grabbed me and hit me on the head, and trampled the egg to a pulp, telling me that she was not my mother.

I was frightened, and I didn't know why, so I desperately called her and begged her to let me go, but she beat me more and more fiercely. He even beat me on the head with a chain.

Ahh

As he spoke, Qiao Fei suddenly leaned back, raised his head, and looked at the ceiling:

"You must not have experienced that feeling of being filled with blood in your eyes, and everything you look at, it is scarlet."

A little boy who is only a few years old, rejected and beaten by his biological mother, for whatever reason, should have been a very sad thing.

But I don't know why, from Qiao Fei's mouth, with this casual tone, even with a bit of enjoyment, it inexplicably made Schumann feel uncomfortable for a while.

"At that time, I was young, and I didn't understand what I had done wrong that would make that woman hate me so much. I was just scared stupid, lying on the ground, looking at her with my eyes open and scarleting and punching and kicking me.

Later, if my dad hadn't come back, I think I would have died there by that time. ”

Qiao Fei suddenly smiled:

"My dad carried me back into the house and went to the backyard with a calm face, and although I didn't follow, I heard the woman's screams and knew what was going on.

My dad thought I didn't know, but in fact, several times, my dad sneaked up in the middle of the night to go to the backyard, and I followed him over to see him lying on top of the woman.

Each time, the woman let out that miserable scream.

I don't know why my dad didn't hide from me that day, but my heart was very happy, unprecedentedly happy, as if all the pain in my body and the blood I shed had been vented.

Later, after a long time, my dad asked me to bring her food.

That was my first contact with the woman after that incident, and this time, she was like a different person, smiling at me, talking to me, touching my head, teaching me to read, and telling me interesting things.

She talked about the city where she lived, about her childhood, about when she was in school, and those things were foreign to me, but they were very attractive.

Gradually, I ran more and more to the backyard.

It's just that I know very well in my heart that she is not really smiling at me, because every time, when she looks at me, her eyes are full of hatred and viciousness.

Finally, a year later, one day, when I went to see her, she asked me to untie her chains.

I just looked at her like that, watched her kneel on the ground, kept begging me, originally, looking at her pitiful appearance, for a moment, I really relented, and planned to let her go like this.

But guess what she told me?

She said, she's my mom!

Hah-

Ridiculous or not? ”

Qiao Fei looked at Schumann, at this moment he had already taken off his eyes, and the light unconsciously revealed in a pair of dark eyes was terrifying.

"When I called her mom, she almost beat me to death, and now she's telling me she's my mom?

I knew that there was a reason for her sudden change in the past year, because she wanted me to let her go.

All right!

Since she wants to go so much, then I'll let her go!

I stole my dad's key and secretly let her go......"

"But she didn't make it, did she?"

At this time, Schumann finally couldn't help but open his mouth, Qiao Fei looked very calm, and nodded:

"Yes, she didn't make it, because when she ran to the mountain stream, I who had been secretly following her all the time, pushed her down while she wasn't paying attention!"

When the words fell, even Schumann, a person who never showed his emotions in front of the prisoners, couldn't help clenching his fists at this moment, and his eyes glared straight and sharp at Qiao Fei.

How old was he back then, he killed his biological mother, and then told it, but he didn't have any remorse at all, on the contrary, he was proud and arrogant.

"If you were too young, you didn't understand anything. But what about then? You are educated and exposed to high society, don't you know that your mother was trafficked? ”

"Yes! I know! ”

Qiao Fei shrugged his shoulders indifferently, but what he said in the next second made Schumann feel a sense of coldness and anger, as well as an inexplicable complex feeling, along the soles of his feet, straight to the top of his head:

In a very calm and non-caring tone, he said lightly:

"But what does that have to do with me?"

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