Zhou Lin

On November 26, at 10 a.m. sharp, Linyi City Federal Police Station, an inquiry room.

"Let me formally meet you..." A white man in a suit and tie came to the table and stretched out his hand to Che Wuchen, "I am Lieutenant Mark Scram, affiliated with EAS (extra ability supervisor, that is, super ability supervisor). Regulatory Authority) Asia Division.”

"Che Wuchen." Che Wuchen reported his name in a nonchalant manner, stood up and shook hands with the other party, "FCPS agent, currently on leave."

"Nice to meet you, Agent Che." When Scram sat down, he took out an I-PEN from the inner pocket of his jacket and quickly unfolded its projection screen on the table. "Before we begin, , I want to reiterate again that this is not an interrogation, just a simple questioning, and as for recording through video...that is the standard procedure required by our organization."

"It's okay, everyone is working for the Federation, I understand." Che Wuchen also sat down again and responded in a very calm tone.

"Yeah." Scram nodded, "Then..." He turned on the video recording function of his I-PEN, "Let's get started."

"Okay." Che Wuchen replied.

"Please repeat your name and position." Scram said.

"Che Wuchen, senior agent of the Federal Public Safety Commission." This was the nth time Che Wuchen repeated these words today, but he did not show any impatience.

"Regarding the events of yesterday evening, please start from the beginning and say it again in detail." Scram.

"Okay." Che Wuchen responded and was silent for a few seconds.

In these few seconds, Scram's gaze remained on his face, as if he wanted to see through the other person through his eyes.

Objectively speaking, it was quite rude of him to do this, but he didn't care.

Scram is not here to build a good relationship with others, but to investigate; the only thing he has to do is to obtain the information the organization needs and confirm its authenticity. All other things... are not important.

"At about 6:30 in the afternoon, I came out of Dr. Cui's clinic..." After a few seconds, Che Wuchen seemed to have cleared his thoughts, organized his words, and began to speak.

Unexpectedly, he was interrupted just after he finished speaking.

"Sorry, can I ask what kind of disease you went to the clinic for?" Scram asked quickly.

"Psychological evaluation." Che Wuchen replied with these four words, paused, and imitated the other party's sentence pattern before saying, "Of course, this does not mean that I am mentally ill. These are just... the standard procedures of our organization. That’s all.”

"Haha, I understand." Scram smiled, stretched out his hand forward and made a "please" gesture, "Please continue."

Therefore, Che Wuchen recounted in detail the process of meeting the police, hearing the call to report the crime, and commandeering the other party's guns and motorcycles.

In fact, Scram already knew these contents before he entered the room; he had already asked the police officer before meeting Che Wuchen, and also confirmed the information provided by the other party through street surveillance.

But... the current repeated questions and answers on the same question still have to be done again; because "oral confessions" have very low credibility when they are obtained from only one person.

Not to mention the situation of "deliberate lying", just talking about "memory" is a big problem.

Human memory is far from as reliable as people think. For example, at this moment, you are reading this text and you cannot remember what you had for lunch the day before yesterday.

It takes most people about a minute to recall a certain memory point in the last forty-eight hours. If you can't think of it in one minute, you may never be able to remember it again, or... you can only get a so-called " A "rough" and "blurred" impression.

This impression is not so much a "memory" as it is your guess - a guess based on your own understanding of yourself and the memory fragments before and after.

This is the truth about our memory: human memory is not black words written on white paper, nor data stored in a hard drive. Human memory is just an incomplete puzzle pieced together by many key fragments. Our brains will automatically process things that we have experienced that are not particularly important as junk information to make room for information that we think is more important.

If the experiences related to you are like this, then...the memories that have nothing to do with you, let alone those memories that have nothing to do with you.

We can often see in some film and television works that during the trial of a murder case, a witness is asked to identify a suspect who flashed past his eyes or even dozens of meters away in the middle of the night a few months ago. Man... this is simply a joke. The witness may not even remember what hairstyle he had or what clothes he was wearing that day. How do you expect him to be able to identify what a stranger he only glanced at looked like?

Therefore, "confession from a person", or "memory", is always open to question. Even if multiple people give confessions about the same thing, they must be compared and analyzed with each other to determine the authenticity - if they are completely inconsistent, it means that at least one of them is lying; what each person said is slightly different, But if they are generally consistent, they are more likely to be true; if they are exactly the same and perfectly matched... that is called collusive confession.

What Che Wuchen described fell into the second situation, which was slightly different from what the police said, but basically it was about the same thing.

The main difference is that in the officer's version of events, the officer was uncompromising and selfless when faced with FCPS agents, copying tickets and calmly when they commandeered his gun and motorcycle. , that kind of... put on a cool face and said coldly: "Humph... then I'll leave it to you." This feeling...

However, judging from the version described by Che Wuchen and the nearby street surveillance... that kind of exchange probably only happened in the imagination of the police officer.

In short, Che Wuchen continued talking like this. When he talked about the time when he entered the network center and saw the corpses, he also told Scram his reasoning after seeing the first three corpses.

But Scram seemed a little dissatisfied with this, and interjected: "Agent Che, you just need to describe what you saw and heard there in as much detail as possible. The analysis will be done by EAS personnel." To deal with it." He paused for half a second, "Of course, I am not questioning or denying your analysis or your professional ability, I just want to tell you... Even if your guess is correct, it is up to you. The analysis provided will not be adopted by EAS, nor will it have any impact on our final judgment."

Hearing this, Che Wuchen was silent for a few seconds and then said, "Okay, I'll continue."

"Yes, please," Scram said.

After a breath, Che Wuchen said again: "After entering the main entrance of the building, the first thing I did was quickly check the rooms on both sides of the corridor with the corpse.

"There is a utility room, a reception room and two offices on both sides of the first section of the corridor. The electronic doors of those rooms were all open at that time, and you could enter directly. After checking, there were no doors in several rooms. People were there, and the furniture and objects were arranged normally. At least at first glance, there were no signs of being disturbed or damaged.

"After checking, I headed inside the building again. After turning the first corner, I found another body in the second section of the corridor. Its death condition was the same as the three in the previous section of the corridor; from the remaining head It turned out that this was a woman, about thirty-five to forty years old. I didn't stay near her for too long. There was only a utility room and men's and women's toilets on both sides of the corridor where she was. I also looked at them...the same thing happened inside. It’s empty.”

Hearing this, Scram suddenly asked again: "By the way...during this process, you didn't try to find survivors by shouting, right?"

"Of course not." Che Wuchen said, "Judging from the situation at the scene, the prisoner may not have gone far, and the other party may even be ambushing in a certain room, trying to sneak attack the police officers who came to the scene, or waiting for an opportunity. Run away."

"So, you're operating silently, right?" Scram asked.

"That's right, I didn't even make a sound of footsteps before confirming the entire building." Che Wuchen replied.

"Okay, please continue." Scram said.

Che Wuchen pursed his lips and continued: "Another section of the corridor on the first floor leads to the canteen. There are several rooms in the middle of the road. I checked them one by one and found no more bodies. Then I went back. After walking for a while, I went up the stairs to the second floor.

"Starting from the second floor to the fourth floor, the basic building layout is the same - there are offices near the stairs, and adjacent to those offices are fully equipped lounges and toilets; then walking inside, there are There are several electronic doors with higher security levels. When I arrived, those doors were undoubtedly open... The area on the other side of the electronic doors is the toilet and dormitory with conditions worse than those in some prisons.

"I searched all the way from the second floor to the fourth floor. I saw a total of twenty-seven bodies, twenty in the corridor, four in the office, and three in the toilet. All of these twenty-seven were adults. And they all died outside the electronic door that separated the two areas. They all died with only their heads left and their bodies turned into liquid."

"That is to say, from the first to the fourth floor, you saw...the number of heads falling on the liquid, the total number is thirty-one." Skram continued.

"Yes." Che Wuchen responded, "Then I arrived at the fifth floor..." When he said this, his tone changed slightly, which showed that the situation on this floor was different from other floors, "The layout of the fifth floor Yes... 80% of the area is 'treatment room', with a total of more than a dozen. Each room has two beds with restraints and several electric shock devices with the words 'treatment device' printed on them.

"Going all the way inside, the innermost 20% of the area is separated by the most advanced electronic door in the entire building; behind that door, there is a very spacious dean's office, a coffee room, and a distribution room. There is a bathroom with showers, a control room, and a direct elevator to the first-floor parking lot.

“When I got to this floor, I slowed down and searched every room carefully, but I couldn’t find anyone alive or dead.

"So, finally, I went to the control room, used the phone there to call the police, revealed my identity and explained the situation."

This is where his narrative ends.

Scram watched Che Wuchen's expression change while listening. After he finished speaking, he remained silent for a moment, and then said: "Well... I understand..." He nodded, "Then... before we finish, Before recording each segment, let's check the time again." He said, clicked a few times on the projection screen, pulled out several short videos and digital records, looked at the screen and said, "Judging from the street surveillance, you When I came out of the clinic and met Officer Zhang at 18:22, I commandeered his car and left at 18:27; since the road where the gate of the Sunshine Youth Behavior Correction Center building is located is not under surveillance, from 20 meters away from it According to the footage captured by the intersection surveillance camera, you should have arrived there around 18:36. You have no objection to this, right?"

"I only looked at the time twice before and after the whole incident. The first time was before leaving Dr. Cui's clinic. I glanced at the clock on the wall. I remember it was about half past six." Che Wuchen said, " After that, the next time I looked at the time was when it was time to call the police in the control room. It was already 19:25... During this period, my attention was all on the crime scene and I had no time to pay attention to the time. Therefore... if you... There is relevant evidence, so I have no objection, everything shall be subject to objective evidence.”

After all, he is also a FCPS person, and his words are impeccable. When faced with questions that may lead to follow-up questions, with "is it" or "is it" as the core point, he will not answer with a stupid yes or no first. Short sentences, so that the other party may directly cut out the content he wants to add later.

When being asked like this, the correct approach is to say what you want to say first, and then say yes or no at the end. If the other person interrupts you before you finish speaking and puts pressure on you, "Just answer 'yes' or 'no'", just ignore the other person and calmly repeat the sentence he interrupted. Until you say exactly what you want to say.

These are basic countermeasures when facing confessions and "lawyer clichés." People like Che Wuchen who are very familiar with the federal legal system and the struggles within the system will definitely not reveal any obvious flaws in such conversations.

"Ha..." After hearing his answer, Scram showed a half-smiling expression, and then said, "OK, your statement is very helpful. Agent Che, thank you for your cooperation." As he spoke, he had already He put away the I-PEN on the table, stood up again, and stretched out his hand towards the other party.

"You're welcome, it's just your duty. Even as an ordinary citizen, this is what you should do." Che Wuchen also shook the other person's hand politely again, "Then...if nothing happens, can I go back?"

"Oh, of course." Scram suddenly looked very friendly, "I'm going to say hello to the director, please wait a moment."

He turned around and walked toward the door.

But just one second later, he suddenly turned his head 180 degrees with an extremely fast movement, and looked at Che Wuchen in a terrifying posture that would break a normal person's neck: "By the way... …”

When Scram said these two words, his tone seemed to be like "I suddenly thought of something, so I turned around and asked"; but in fact, he made this sudden move because he wanted to see, this moment... What was the expression on the other party's face during this "moment when he should have relaxed".

However, Che Wuchen's expression had not changed from the first second he saw him, and it was the same now.

There was only calmness on his face.

Not to mention turning your head 180 degrees, even if you suddenly twist your head off in front of him, he won't blink an eye.

"Is there anything else?" Che Wuchen looked at the other party coldly and asked, "Lieutenant."

"Haha...just call me Mark." Scram smiled and slowly turned his body around, "I just want to ask, if I have any questions about this incident...can I invite you to come? Will you help me investigate?"

"Okay, I happen to be a restless person..." Che Wuchen continued, "But..." He said, stood up, and walked directly towards the door, "I think you and my It's better for the relationship to stay in the official field..." He paused at this point, and still used the previous title, "...Lieutenant."

After that, he opened the door and went out by himself, and added before leaving the other party's sight: "I can just go and say hello to the director. After all, this is not an interrogation, just a simple question...right?"