Who would study psychology if they didn't have some kind of problem?

Chapter 409 Life Imprisonment Trapped in a Physical Prison
The caregivers and security guards inside the room were each sticking to their duties.

The caregiver kept an eye on Lin Lilin to prevent the visitor from getting agitated and harming the prisoner, or saying anything provocative that could cause an accident.

The guards had more to watch out for, mostly preventing prisoners from suddenly attacking and injuring people; however, considering Lin Lilin's current physical condition, he was relatively relaxed.

So he looked at Nan Zhuren with some curiosity.

It wasn't because of charm—in prison, looks don't matter.

Behind bars are many criminals who rely on their looks to commit crimes; quite a few look like celebrities, and some are even real celebrities.

The guard was curious because this person was personally brought in by Director Xia, and they even met in the ward.

—It's not a physically isolated meeting, not a video meeting, but a face-to-face meeting in the ward—this is quite unusual.

This means that there must be something special about the young man in front of us.

The questions the other party had just asked were also quite novel, seemingly a type of interrogation technique different from traditional criminal psychology, which further piqued the guard's curiosity.

He calmed himself down, preparing to listen attentively to Lin Lilin's reply.

Nan Zhuren just asked a very broad, open-ended question.

A normal person would definitely need to spend some time searching for the answer.

But Lin Lilin answered quickly: "Hehehe...no!"

He answered very quickly, almost without thinking.

Nan Zhuren glanced at Lin Lilin's micro-expressions and realized that what the other party said was actually true.

The former professor, paralyzed on the bed, looked at Nan Zhuren with a sharp, almost greedy gaze: "You don't believe me? I'm in this state now, what need is there for me to hide it?"

He twisted his neck to indicate that he couldn't do anything except twist his neck.

Indeed, prisoners often conceal evidence because the things they conceal might lead to a harsher sentence.

However, given Lin Lilin's current state, he has long been trapped in the prison he created within his own body and sentenced to life imprisonment.

"I believe."

Nan Zhuren understood immediately and affirmed to Xia Yuefeng, "He is telling the truth. It seems that he has indeed told everything he knows."

Xia Yuefeng nodded: "Mm."

The trial ends.

The guard standing nearby stared wide-eyed—what do you mean by that "hmm"?
You just believed that?
Is the so-called interrogation really just a matter of one sentence?
No, no, it might be some more advanced interrogation technique that makes the prisoner think the interrogation is over, but in fact the key information has to be extracted little by little from the subsequent conversation?

Not sure, check again.

……

"Hehehe... Zhu Ren, is there any other official business to attend to? Any questions?"

“No more.” Nan Zhuren shook his head lightly. “I already know everything I want.”

Upon hearing this, Lin Lilin's gaze toward Nan Zhuren became even more greedy.

"You got everything you wanted?" Lin Lilin repeated. "So easily, so confidently?"

"That thing you just used, that thing, it's that... micro-expression analysis!"

"I never taught you this, and I don't even know it myself." Lin Lilin took a heavy breath, looking very tired.

But he was extremely excited, even filled with a thirst for knowledge: "How did you learn that?" What, did the professor have a research addiction in prison?
Nan Zhuren doesn't think so.

He shrugged: "I already know how, I don't need to learn."

Lin Lilin suddenly became excited: "No, you studied under me for so long, and you don't know anything at all! If you did know, there's no way I wouldn't have noticed!"

“There’s something wrong here, a really big problem! Ever since you left school and came back, you’ve been like a completely different person… There’s a big problem!”

Xia Yuefeng frowned at this reaction, but didn't say anything more.

While it's rare to see prisoners in such dire condition as Lin Lilin, it's not uncommon.

Given the severe physical injuries and mental instability, it's not surprising that such a prisoner might react in any way or spout any nonsense.

Faced with Lin Lilin's sudden outburst of "accusations," Nan Zhuren remained unmoved.

He simply shrugged: "Psychology is just that amazing, you should understand."

The hospital bed suddenly started shaking.

Even though Lin Lilin could only move his neck and above, he still unleashed astonishing power at this moment.

Like a venomous snake whose vital spot has been pinned down, he began to twist and struggle in a way that was incomprehensible to ordinary people, and actually caused quite a commotion.

A caregiver stepped forward, seemingly trying to restrain the restless patient, but Lin Lilin quickly quieted down the next second.

Although he was still panting heavily, he had clearly fallen back to a safe distance.

"Zhu Ren, Nan Zhu Ren!" Lin Lilin roared in a low voice, "You just asked me a question, and I answered it. I helped you! In exchange, you'd better answer my question properly!"

Nan Zhuren shook his head expressionlessly: "You're helping me? No, quite the opposite, I'm the one helping you."

The caregiver looked at Director Xia, who shook his head to indicate that he should remain calm.

Nan Zhuren ignored the little interaction beside him and continued speaking while looking at Lin Lilin:

"Do you know what I saw on your face the moment I walked in? The answer is—expectation."

"You look forward to me coming to see you, looking forward to me coming to ask you questions."

"But this expectation is your current [emotion], and it still cannot cover up the underlying state of mind you have been in recently; and your [state of mind] during this period is - despair."

He stretched out his finger and drew a circle on Lin Lilin's face from a distance of two meters.

Nan Zhuren looked into Lin Lilin's eyes.

"Given these two underlying emotions, and considering that when you answered my question just now, you didn't hesitate to say that you had told the police everything you needed to, I can boldly guess your state of mind during this period."

"You accept the state of your body and know that you have been completely destroyed, both socially and physically."

"So you were completely open and honest with the police before, not only because you didn't care about serving your sentence sooner, but you even wanted to extend your sentence to the point of being sentenced to death—right?"

“Yes.” Nan Zhuren nodded. “I can understand. After all, in your current state, it’s better to be dead than alive.”

Lin Lilin fell silent at this point, looking at Nan Zhuren with a flickering gaze. It was a blunt and honest statement that hit home.

"After you find that all your efforts to fight for the death penalty have failed, you are trapped in this body and your life has become numb, so you start to hope for any change that can break your life—at least temporarily."

“And at that moment,” Nan Zhuren pointed to himself, “I appeared.”

(End of this chapter)