Detective: Open your eyes, I am handcuffed in the interrogation room

Yu Sheng's mood was affected. To deal with smart people, taking the wrong approach can work wonders. Don't talk to him about useless things, and use magic to defeat magic.

The seventh painting was not completed and the person was arrested by the police. This is an unchangeable fact and cannot be forgiven.

No matter how smart Yu Sheng is, he must face reality.

"Childish, I didn't expect Captain Chen to be quite childlike." Yu Sheng's expression was not pretty.

Chen Yi nodded: "Yes, everyone says I have a sense of humor. I am the happy fruit of the bureau."

"..." Yu Sheng was stunned by Chen Yi, "I want to talk to someone else."

Chen Yi hugged his shoulders: "I can't change it. Either I will tell you the motive and process of the crime in full, or we will just waste it like this. It doesn't matter. I have plenty of time."

Yu Sheng frowned, then relaxed quickly, and said nonchalantly: "Okay, I feel quite uncomfortable sitting here. Let's finish chatting and call it a day."

Chen Yi slowly suppressed the anger in his heart. The other party killed six people in a row in eight years and destroyed the victim's family. At this moment, he could still be calm and unsympathetic in the interrogation room. It was really cold-blooded.

People without empathy are terrible.

What does it mean to have no ability to empathize? This is a very deep subject. Here is a simple and intuitive example: The characteristic of people with antisocial personality disorder is their lack of empathy.

No sympathy, no compassion, selfish, indifferent, indifferent to other people's feelings, and likes to dominate others.

One of the character flaws of many juvenile offenders is their inability to empathize.

So, it's scary.

"Let's talk about Fang Dandan first." Chen Yi stared at Yu Sheng coldly and said.

Yu Sheng briefly recalled: "Fang Dandan? Is that the one in Jincheng? I happened to meet her at a street art exhibition. She is a very optimistic girl. Nothing seems to make her sad. She is in line with the [happy] element of the seven emotions. She is The beginning of my work.”

"I knocked her out and slit her throat."

He seemed to be talking about a trivial matter.

Chen Yi gathered his fingers together slightly and said calmly: "Go on, tell me carefully, where it was, what weapon it was, and where the drug came from."

Hearing the murder weapon, Yu Sheng glanced at the evidence bag on the table in front of Chen Yi. He was about to explain that he knew the truth, but he didn't say it in the end.

The interrogation process was on track. Yu Sheng had a good memory and good expression skills, and clearly restored the details of the two Jincheng cases.

His eloquent conversation made every police officer watching the interrogation look downcast. We have seen many murderers, but such cold-blooded murderers are rare.

He didn't feel like he was killing someone.

Yu Sheng started taking triazolam when he was in Jincheng. He was very aware of his mental and psychological state. He knew it subjectively but could not control it, so he could only rely on drugs.

Maybe when he took triazolam, he felt the most peaceful, and maybe he even dreamed of his mother.

The moment he opened his eyes, he turned into a cold-blooded serial killer again.

"Why did the method of committing the crime change when Zhao Xiaoyan was killed?" Chen Yi asked.

Yu Sheng asked back: "Don't you think stabbing is simpler than cutting? Just like mathematics, as long as the final answer can be obtained correctly, the simpler the process, the better."

Chen Yi: "Continue, Imperial City Xia Qingwen."

Yu Sheng recalled: "After leaving Jincheng, I found that I became anxious and wanted to complete the Seven Emotions series in the shortest possible time. But I knew that slow work would produce high-quality products, so I must not rush. In order to calm down, I continued to look for The doctor took the medicine, and just in time, I also needed triazolam."

“That’s where I met the girl who was painting.”

Chen Yi: “Where did sevoflurane come from?”

Yu Sheng: "Sevoflurane...that thing is not an airplane or cannon. There are plenty of them in hospitals."

With his IQ, it's not difficult to find something.

Time passed slowly. Six lives and six cases were involved. The interrogation process would be very long. After an hour, the Ningcheng case ended.

The crime cycle is Yu Sheng's creative cycle. Drug suppression allowed him to slow down the killing rate, but it basically did not exceed two years.

Within two years, new works must come out.

He followed Qu Chuan to Ningcheng and met Bi Xuelan in the exhibition hall. The other person's discomfort aroused his strong interest, and then he targeted her as a "fear".

"Psychological phobia, it's so perfect." Yu Sheng became more and more excited as he talked, "God really favored me and allowed me to gain something in Ningcheng. I tied her into a closed warehouse, surrounded by deep sea paintings. The way she shivered inspired me."

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"Car? Where can I not get a car?"

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"The warehouse, I carefully selected it. It's very quiet."

The beaming Yu Sheng asked Chen Yi to clenched his fist. He felt that it would be a very good idea if the ancient punishment could still be used. He could do it himself and let Yu Sheng enjoy it.

Chen Yi was angry, as were Geng Jianqing and others. Qin He and Xie Yunzhi's expressions were as gloomy as water.

They are all very experienced old criminal police officers who have seen big storms and brutal evil people. However, this guy Yu Sheng once again refreshed their understanding and aroused the hatred of evil in their youth.

I regret it. When I was at Cuiping Garden, why didn't I follow Chen Yi and give him a kick? Now I'm in the city bureau and I can't do it. It's really a mistake.

"Continue, Cai Wenwen." Chen Yi gritted his teeth and said.

Mentioning Cai Wenwen, Yu Sheng's expression suddenly changed subtly, and a look of regret flashed past: "Hey, she...she really loves oil painting, and she understands my works. She can die in my hands." Let me complete [love] here, and it will be considered a worthy death."

After the words fell, Chen Yi subconsciously glanced at the surveillance camera in the interrogation room, and almost couldn't help but go up and take action.

This bitch actually said it was an honor for Cai Wenwen to be killed.

A worthy death?

The idiom comes from the "Book of Wei". If the ancients knew that Yu Sheng used it in this way, I wonder if they would crawl out of the ground.

"Where did you meet Cai Wenwen?" Chen Yi's voice was like the cold wind in winter, biting and cold.

Yu Sheng didn't feel it and fell into memories: "Charity exhibition."

Charity art exhibition?

Chen Yi was slightly stunned. He carefully watched all the surveillance videos at the scene and the videos shot by staff member Ning Fang. He still had memories of everyone in them, and Yu Sheng definitely did not exist.

"Were you in the venue?"

Yu Sheng: "Yes, it can be seen that Cai Wenwen likes my works very much, especially [Sorrow]. She is very fond of it."

Chen Yi: "You deliberately avoided all surveillance?"

Yu Sheng smiled and said: "Of course, every time I go to a new place, the first thing I pay attention to is surveillance. There is no blind spot surveillance, only brainless people, right?"

Chen Yi did not speak. The surveillance in the venue did have blind spots, but it required strong spatial imagination and analysis skills to avoid them all.

Yu Sheng looked at Chen Yi: "Captain Chen checked the charity art exhibition venue? Nothing gained, right? Not only did I avoid all surveillance, but everyone's cameras couldn't capture me, including the video footage of the staff at the venue. There will be no trace of me either."

"Am I pretty powerful?"

Chen Yi squinted: "There's so much nonsense. I arrested you. Why can't you understand people's words?"

Yu Sheng wanted to curse.

The interrogation continues.

Chen Yi was more concerned about how Yu Sheng tricked Cai Wenwen into renting a house. Yu Sheng's answer was simple: because I am the original author.

When a girl loves the Qiqing series to the point of worship, her IQ will drop significantly once she meets the original author.

Even though the original author is a thin bamboo pole, Cai Wenwen has a filter in her eyes, and the light can cover everything.

Even the greasy and obscene Qu Chuan can date fans in a hotel, let alone Yu Sheng who concentrates on his creation.

"Does she know you are the original author?" Chen Yi asked.

Yu Sheng: "I know, otherwise can she get a room?"

Chen Yi: "Do you know the others?"

Yu Sheng: "You can't tell her anything else, otherwise it won't be perfect."

Cai Wenwen was killed in a coma. This is the only luck for her. There was no pain, and the filter of the original author was not broken. The last memory before she died was with the original author of the Seven Emotions series. acquaintance and admiration.

There may be a bud of love here, but all Yu Sheng wants is her life.

[Love] among the seven emotions is the most desirable. Yu Sheng said that Cai Wenwen was distracted. He may have a trace of softness in himself, but a cold-blooded person is a cold-blooded person after all. Cai Wenwen did not affect the speed of his drawing the sword. .

That introverted and pure girl with a melancholic temperament will never come back.

Chen Yi thought of the painting Qiu Wenshu painted for Cai Wenwen. With Cai Wenwen's death, it had completely become eternal.

The interrogation lasted until two o'clock in the morning. Compared with the tough-talking suspects who refused to shed tears even after seeing the coffin, Yu Sheng was relatively cooperative and answered whatever they asked without providing any clues or evidence to the police.

As he said himself, he is not afraid of death, death is just another form of rebirth.

For Yu Sheng, it is impossible to admit his mistakes, regret does not exist, and self-salvation is meaningless. The case has come to an end from the moment he was arrested.

Yu Sheng was under criminal detention and temporarily detained in the detention room. Before dawn, Ding Qingyang arrived.

Ding Qingyang arrived at the Yangcheng City Bureau, and representative Yu Zuoqing also arrived.

Chen Yi met Yu Zuoqing for the first time, a white-haired man in his fifties. Time had mercilessly carved traces of time on him. This was a man who had long since given up.

From the moment his wife passed away, the original Yu Zuoqing also disappeared. Yu Sheng suffered an unreasonable disaster and eventually turned into a serial killer who was inevitably responsible for the death penalty.

Who is at fault in this case?

Is there something wrong with the painting? Everyone has the right and freedom to pursue their dreams. Yu Zuoqing hopes to make achievements in the field of painting. This is not wrong, it is just a pointless persistence.

Is the wife at fault? A woman who is devoted to her husband without any complaints is rare to find.

Is Yu Zuoqing wrong? Maybe, the death of his wife hit him hard, and a paranoid was born. Yu Sheng was the victim of Yu Zuoqing's paranoia.

Is Yu Sheng wrong? This is for sure. How could there be nothing wrong with killing six people? But if we look at the problem with dialectical thinking, Yu Zuoqing is the culprit who led Yu Sheng to embark on a criminal path.

"He...where is he?" Yu Zuoqing's voice was trembling.

Chen Yi: "The detention room."

Yu Zuoqing: "Can I meet him?"

Chen Yi: "Okay."

Yu Sheng does not need self-salvation, Yu Zuoqing does.

At present, the police have taken compulsory measures of criminal detention against Yu Sheng. According to regulations, he needs to go to the detention center. However, similar regulations are more flexible, so it doesn't matter, as long as the whole process is monitored.

The dim light of dawn began to shine on the earth, and the light shone on Yu Zuoqing's body through the window. He stepped from the shadow into the light and stood in front of Yu Sheng.

Yu Sheng was mentally prepared and looked at his father calmly.

It stands to reason that his father is his biggest psychological shadow, and he should be afraid of him subconsciously, but he is not.

"Dad, you're here."

A simple opening, an ordinary opening, an opening that made Yu Zuoqing's hands tremble. It had been a long, long time since he had seen his son, and he was so unfamiliar.

When they met again, the son was already in handcuffs and would be prosecuted for intentional homicide. The death penalty was almost certain.

Is this what he told Xiaoping?

Yu Zuoqing was at a loss, from confusion to regret, from regret to self-blame, from self-blame to anger.

"Are you crazy?! Why are you doing this!" This is the roar from his father.

"I am here to fulfill your dream. It was you who asked me to paint great works. Now that I have done it, shouldn't you be proud of me? Shouldn't you be proud of me?" This is the soul torture from his son.

Yu Zuoqing was speechless. He wanted to say that I asked you to paint but not to kill, but he did not say it.

Yu Sheng smiled: "Dad, I will definitely not survive this time. I hope you can live a long life. I sincerely do so, but... no matter how long you live, you will eventually die. When the time comes, our family of three will be reunited and we will figure out what to do." Have you talked to my mom about this?"

Yu Zuoqing's face suddenly turned pale.

The last thing he wanted to face was this problem. Now that his son was ruthlessly uncovering it, he felt dizzy and the world was spinning.

Xiaoping loves me so much, treats me so well, and supports me unconditionally. Her last wish before her death was for me to take good care of Yu Sheng, but I failed to do so.

It was me who turned my son into a murderer... No, it was the world under my feet and the sky above my head. Why did you do this to me!

Why I tried so hard but couldn't succeed, why Xiaoping left me, and why my son wanted to kill someone, these are all injustices from God.

"Dad, why don't you speak? Tell me." Yu Sheng pressed forward step by step.

Yu Zuoqing stepped back and remained silent. The sunlight outside the window disappeared from his body, and he stepped from the light into the shadow.

When he raised his head, the indifference in his eyes replaced the pain, and the bloodshot eyes made him look a little scary.

"I'm sorry for you."

Yu Zuoqing only said one sentence in the end.

Yu Sheng's heart was unmoved: "It is destined that apologizing is something only weak people do... Oh, I forgot, you are a weak person to begin with. You are so weak."

Yu Zuoqing turned and left, his bleak body leaving a long shadow in the corridor.

After meeting his son who had disappeared for many years and knowing his future ending, as well as his own ending, he no longer had any concern or nostalgia.

When encountering great changes, some people will become Buddhas with just one thought, while some people will become demons with just one thought.