Eyes that are the same as those of evil

Chapter 176 The Hand of God 29
Yan Shulin was taken back to the police station.

Through the glass, I could see him sitting obediently in the interrogation room, looking quiet and introverted, seemingly harmless.

Zheng Yan looked away, turned to his right, and asked Tan Jia, who was walking over, while wiping his sweat, "How is your brother?"

"It's nothing, the knife wasn't poisoned or rusted, it just bled a little," Tan Jia said casually, his gaze fixed on the people in the interrogation room.

Zheng Yan glanced at her: "The way he called out 'brother' so urgently at the scene, Xiao Chen was far away and thought Tan Ming had heroically sacrificed himself, so he called to ask me."

"...The atmosphere was right, so the voices got a bit louder," she quickly changed the subject, "So, are we getting ready to interrogate Yan Shulin?"

"Yes, we need to get him to reveal which of the remaining dozen or so victims is in the most danger, so we can rescue them as soon as possible."

"But the technical team hasn't been able to identify those people yet."

Zheng Yan glanced at her: "Young lady, there's never a time to stop and wait while investigating a case."

After saying that, he pushed open the door and entered the interrogation room.
This interrogation was not easy. Yan Shulin, who didn't kill anyone himself but continued to commit murders without any compassion, was a tough case among the interrogation targets.

There's no way to appeal to his emotions, because he sees himself as a programmer version of God, so why would he care about the life or death of a piece of code?

There's no way to coerce or bribe them, because God doesn't care.

As expected, he remained completely unmoved by Zheng Yan's interrogation, sitting there quietly like a college student daydreaming in class.

Zheng Yan raised his voice: "Yan Shulin, don't think we can't do anything if you don't confess. We have already decrypted your sandbox game and social simulator software. The character you created has a highly realistic appearance, the building you are in, the job you do, and you always like to appear at accident scenes. These characteristics are enough for us to find out the identity of the victim! We are asking you now to give you a chance to confess and be lenient!"

Yan Shulin turned his head and said lightly, "Decryption complete? You?"

The tone was as if God were questioning the scientific and technological level of ants.

“He’s my colleague,” Zheng Yan said, not taking his attitude to heart at all. “You’ve been pretending to be God for so long that you’ve probably forgotten what cooperation means. Don’t you think your God simulation game is too highbrow and that no one can understand it?”

I'm not afraid of rebuttals or sarcasm; I'm just afraid he won't speak.

Yan Shulin smiled and said, "If you could understand, I wouldn't be sitting here."

"You think you should be sitting on a stage receiving the worship of thousands, right? You programmers think you're something special just because you can write a little code. Do you know how many people you've harmed?! Zou Yuxuan and Huang Yilin are a perfectly good couple, why did you have to hurt them?!"

“I didn’t harm anyone, I was just observing,” Yan Shulin said calmly. “What happened to them was all due to their own personalities and choices. It’s just that a lifetime is too short, too short for ordinary days to take up most of it. Without any dramatic events, it’s hard to see this clearly. At this point, as long as an accident happens, they will always reach the predetermined ending, an ending that can be predicted by programming. Haven’t you already seen it?”

Zheng Yan knew that dealing with this kind of lunatic would be emotionally challenging. After taking a deep breath, he said, "So you deliberately created an accident for them? That's illegal. Even murderers deserve to die, but killing someone before they commit a crime is still a crime!"

After saying that, he asked again, "Among the people you've observed, who exactly didn't reach the end?"

He didn't answer, and stared at the wall, pretending to be lost in thought, while actually asking, "Is the man who was stabbed dead?"

Zheng Yan: "I'm sorry to disappoint you, but no."

“Look, you’ve also interfered in other people’s fates. Without you, he would have died on the street as the program predicted, his embezzled money would have been confiscated, his mistress would have run away with the money, and his son would have become someone else’s employee.”

When he spoke of other people's fates, it was as if he were reciting the biographies of the main and supporting characters in a novel, devoid of any emotion. He didn't even bother with any intonation or rhythm, as if he had seen too many such outcomes and could no longer evoke any emotional response.

Tan Jia listened outside, his thoughts drifting away, and unconsciously sculpted a miniature computer from the dough in his hands, which can be simply called a cuboid.

Yan Shulin designed so many accidents and simulated the fates of so many people. Did they all turn out the same as he predicted?

Can the complexity of human beings really be clearly expressed by language and code? Can human destiny really be calculated by computers?
She has reservations.

When Zheng Yan came out after her first round of interrogation, she was still standing outside, lost in thought, with various philosophical theories and psychological knowledge fighting each other in her mind.

"What are you doing? You've turned the dough into a noodle soup." Zheng Yan slapped her arm with his notebook.

Tan Jia casually blocked her way, pressed down on the notebook and said, "I've thought of a way to get Yan Shulin emotional."

"any solution?"

"He played God for three years, simulating the lives of many people, and the results seemed to be largely in line with the predictions. What if some of them were different? What if someone deviated from the predicted outcome? Wouldn't he be very curious to know who it was, why, and what happened?"

Zheng Yan narrowed his eyes: "This method works. Green Wolf, you're quite the expert in psychological warfare."

She shrugged: "It's all thanks to the good teaching."

Zheng Yan smiled, pointed at her, and strode back to his office.

"Where's the tech team? Let's all work together to sort out and record the life stories of the characters in the social simulator, then compare them with the real-world findings we've gathered, and find a story that hasn't reached its conclusion yet."

There's no need to investigate everything; we just need one person to act as a front for defrauding Yan Shulin.

However, the workload involved is also significant.

Xiao Chen had just returned from the street where someone had been attacked with a knife, and now he had to go with the police officers to various locations to conduct on-site investigations into whether the identified victims had died, whether they had cheated on their spouses, whether they had been caught stealing money... The cases were varied and inexplicable, and it was very easy for the victims to beat him up.

Just as things were getting busy, Tan Ming, with his arm in a sling, came to say that Yan Shulin's parents had arrived.

There was also a lawyer hired for Yan Shulin, and he carried two mental illness test reports with him.

"Using this trick again?" Some scoundrel used this trick in the previous series of suicides, and now he's doing it again. Isn't he afraid of being cursed with rabies?

Tan Ming said with a solemn expression, "Judging from Yan Shulin's experience of seeking medical treatment over the past three years, it is true that he used this method. He was diagnosed with mental abnormality three years ago."

Zheng Yan slammed his fist on the table: "This is a major case! Even if he's brain-dead, he can't escape! Using mental illness as a way to get away with it is ridiculous! Do they even understand the law?!"

The extremely loud roar carried outside, reaching Yan Shulin's parents, whose faces contorted and froze for a moment.

Seeing the people outside, Tan Jia slammed his hand on the table and exclaimed, "That's right! A dozen or twenty victims, so many people died, and he thinks he can escape by pretending to be mentally ill? Wishful thinking! Besides, after all these years of treatment, his condition has greatly improved, and he can even participate in cutting-edge forums. This shows that his mental state was very stable when he framed the Jiang family, and he has full criminal responsibility!"

(End of this chapter)