I was just telling a story, why is the whole internet urging me to turn myself in?

"Waaaaah—waaaaah—"

The deafening sirens came to an abrupt halt within the compound of the Jiangzhou Public Security Bureau.

The door of the riot control vehicle was yanked open, and blinding searchlights shone in instantly.

"Get out of the car! Behave yourself!" Two burly special police officers, one on each side, dragged Shen Feng out of the car.

The moment Shen Feng's feet touched the ground, he froze for a moment.

It was already late at night, but the entire Jiangzhou Public Security Bureau building was brightly lit.

From the lobby on the first floor to the office areas on the third and fourth floors, the glass windows in the corridors and the steps in the lobby were filled with people.

Criminal police, traffic police, cyber police, and even logistics personnel all put down their work and focused their attention on him alone.

The live stream of the "murderer's confession," which attracted 300,000 online viewers, had already alarmed the entire Jiangzhou police leadership within the past half hour.

Everyone wanted to see for themselves what kind of ruthless person this was—the one who dared to bury a corpse under the foundation of the police station and teach netizens how to deal with the police.

"What are you looking at? Don't you need to work anymore? Go back to your homes!" Su Qing jumped out of the car and looked around coldly.

As soon as Ba Wanghua spoke, the police officers watching immediately shrank back and quickly dispersed, but many still peeked at Shen Feng through the gaps in the blinds.

Shen Feng was escorted through several heavy security doors and taken directly to the No. 1 Major Case Interrogation Room, located at the deepest part of the corridor.

Only extremely dangerous individuals who have committed serious crimes are qualified to enter this place.

All four walls were covered with thick soundproofing foam, and overhead was a high-wattage incandescent bulb, its stark white light shining without any blind spots onto the all-metal interrogation chair in the center of the room.

"sit down!"

Shen Feng was forcibly pressed onto the cold metal chair.

With two crisp "clicks," the wrists and ankles were firmly locked by thick metal buckles.

Just as Su Qing was about to turn on the body camera on the wall, the heavy iron door of the interrogation room was pushed open a crack. Old Li from the cyber police brigade poked his head in, sweating profusely, and waved to Su Qing.

Su Qing frowned slightly, walked out of the interrogation room, and closed the door behind her.

"What did they find out? Is there any hidden information about the May 12th case on his computer?" Su Qing asked in a low voice, speaking very quickly.

Old Li took a deep breath, holding the tablet in his hand, his face even more ashen than if he had seen a ghost: "Captain Su... This is bizarre, extremely bizarre. We performed deep data recovery and low-level data scraping on his computer hard drive, mobile phone, and even the dusty USB drive under his bed."

"And the result?"

"Nothing at all." Old Li swallowed hard, pointing to the test report on the screen. "No abnormal encrypted files, no hidden partitions, not even a decent search history! His device, apart from those common games and live streaming software, is as clean as if it just came off the assembly line!"

Su Qing's pupils constricted sharply: "That's impossible! If he were just an ordinary writer, there's no way he wouldn't consult a vast amount of criminal investigation data and maps to create such a meticulously crafted plot! Even if it was deleted, your cyber police should be able to recover the underlying data!"

"That's the problem, Captain Su!" Old Li lowered his voice, a rare hint of apprehension in his tone. "A method that leaves our Jiangzhou Cyber ​​Police Brigade helpless, unable to recover even a trace, isn't some kind of data cleaning; this is top-tier anti-tracking overwrite technology! This kid... is definitely a top-tier hacker lurking in the shadows!"

Upon hearing Old Li's reasoning, Su Qing's face darkened completely.

It was too clean; in fact, the cleanliness became its biggest flaw.

"I understand. Thanks for your hard work, Lao Li. Keep a close eye on his financial accounts; don't let any suspicious transactions slip by." Su Qing took a deep breath, turned around, and pushed open the interrogation room door again.

The iron gate slammed shut with a dull thud.

Su Qing pulled out a chair and sat down opposite Shen Feng. Under the glaring incandescent light, their eyes met in the air.

At this moment, Shen Feng, who was locked in the chair, was actually panicking like a dog.

"Holy crap, why is this chair so cold? These handcuffs are killing my wrists! System, are you kidding me with this reward? What if they really put a murder charge on my head? Will I have to spend the rest of my life working a sewing machine to spend that million I just got?"

Under extreme tension and a surge of adrenaline, Shen Feng's palms began to sweat profusely, and his heart rate increased by at least 30 percent compared to usual.

This is the most instinctive physiological reaction of any ordinary person when facing a serious police interrogation.

However, something strange happened.

Just as Shen Feng's heart was pounding wildly, the passive skill of [God-level Criminal Psychology] in his mind, like an invisible master, instantly took over his facial nerves and body micro-movements!

Even though he was panicking inside, the muscles on his face relaxed in an incredible way.

His eyebrows relaxed slightly, and although his back was bound, he leaned back in the chair in an extremely relaxed posture.

What's even more alarming is that the corners of his mouth involuntarily curled into a half-smile!

Su Qing's sharp gaze swept over Shen Feng inch by inch.

As Jiangzhou's most outstanding criminal investigation expert, she is proficient in various micro-expression psychology.

She keenly noticed the fine layer of cold sweat reflecting off Shen Feng's palms when his fingers were slightly bent, as well as the noticeably faster throbbing of the carotid artery on the side of his neck.

I'm sweating, and my heart is racing.

Logically speaking, this is a manifestation of the prisoner's psychological defenses collapsing and extreme fear reaching its peak.

but……

Looking at Shen Feng's completely relaxed state and the amused smile on his lips, Su Qing felt a chill run down her spine and up to the back of her head!

"No... he's not afraid."

Su Qing made a deduction in her mind that made even her scalp tingle.

If a person is extremely fearful, their facial muscles will definitely stiffen due to spasms, their eyes will dart away, and it would be absolutely impossible for them to stare directly into the eyes of the police like they are now, and even be able to laugh!

Since it's not fear, there's only one other physiological mechanism that could cause profuse sweating and a racing heart rate—extreme excitement!

"He's excited... He's enjoying the moment of being arrested, he's enjoying the process of sitting in the interrogation room and playing the game with the police!" Su Qing's hands, which were under the table, clenched tightly.

In the police academy's top-secret files on bizarre crimes, only a very small number of highly intelligent, extremely arrogant, antisocial serial killers possess this trait.

They treat murder and escape as a game. When the police finally find them, they are not afraid at all. Instead, they experience a strong dopamine release because their "works" have been discovered!

The Shen Feng in front of us is undoubtedly an extremely dangerous madman!

"Name." Su Qing pressed the switch on the body camera and asked coldly.

Shen Feng blinked, inwardly cursing, "Isn't this obvious? You guys come to my rented apartment to arrest people, do you think you don't know my name?"

But he still honestly answered, "Shen Feng, officer, I really am just a full-time writer of online novels. I'm doing this live stream today just to make a living. Have you arrested the wrong person?"

"Wrong person arrested?" Su Qing sneered, pulled out a screenshot of the live broadcast from the folder, and slammed it heavily on the table.

"Look at what you said in your live stream!"

"Time: May 12th, three years ago. Location: Mining Pit Lake in the western suburbs. Vehicle characteristics: Yellow sports car, trunk stuffed with stones, windows rolled down. And most importantly, the route for dumping the body—the blind spot of the swirling weeds on the eastern cliff!"

Su Qing leaned forward abruptly, placing her hands on the table, staring intently at Shen Feng with an extremely imposing gaze: "You keep saying this is a script you wrote, then explain to me why every single word of your script fits perfectly with the top-secret case files that our police haven't released to the public in the past three years? Why did our marine police actually detect the whirlpool you created?!"

Faced with this barrage of questions, Shen Feng opened his mouth, only to find that he was completely unable to explain.

Are you suggesting I have a system inside my head? I'd probably be sent to a mental hospital for dissection and research the next second.

"Officer..." Shen Feng swallowed hard. His throat was parched from extreme nervousness, and his voice was hoarse. "My mouth is so dry...could you...get me a glass of water?"

Thirst is a natural human instinct under extreme stress. Shen Feng genuinely wanted to drink water.

But in Su Qing's view, this was nothing more than a psychological tactic used by the high-IQ criminal to stall for time and disrupt the interrogation process!

"Want some water?" Su Qing stared at him coldly. "Sure. But don't even think about drinking a drop until you tell the truth about how you disposed of the body that night three years ago."

This extreme psychological pressure is a common tactic used to break down a prisoner's psychological defenses.

Shen Feng sighed helplessly.

Well, judging from this situation, reasoning with them won't work. When they're so emotional, the more I say, the more mistakes I'll make.

So he simply shut his mouth and stopped talking.

Under the influence of [God-level Criminal Psychology], his silence did not appear cowardly, but rather gave off a sense of arrogance.

The interrogation room fell silent, with only the ticking of the clock on the wall.

The more silent Shen Feng remained, the more tense Su Qing became.

Looking at the impeccable man before her, she knew that conventional interrogation methods would be completely ineffective.

"Okay, so you like playing the silence card, huh?"