A perfect crime? To me, it's full of flaws!

trial room.

Shen Pingping sat in the interrogation chair. Her head was lowered, her disheveled hair hung down, and she exuded an indescribable aura.

The iron gate creaked open.

Qi Feng shuffled in, pulled out a chair, and plopped down.

He didn't bring the case files or the transcript; he only carried a bottle of ice-cold cola.

Outside the one-way glass, Zhao Gang and Da Liu frowned.

"What's this kid up to? Does he think this is a movie theater?" Lau said in a low voice.

Zhao Gang didn't speak, staring intently at the glass.

Inside the interrogation room.

Qi Feng didn't rush to speak. He gripped the pull tab of the can with one hand, and with a "click," the hissing sound of bubbling bubbles was particularly jarring in the deathly silent room.

Tilting your head back.

"Ton ton ton ton ton..."

Half a bottle of iced cola down my throat.

"belch.......!"

A loud, long burp echoed in the interrogation room.

Shen Pingping's eyelids twitched slightly, but she still didn't look up.

(A top student in criminal psychology? Trying to play dumb with me? Do you know which subject I failed every time I took an exam at police academy? Others take criminal psychology six times in three years, but I took it 18 times! I studied it like a pro!)

Qi Feng casually slammed the cola can onto the iron table, tapping it lightly with his fingertips.

"Shen Pingping, female, 38 years old."

Qi Feng's voice was soft, tinged with a hint of nonchalance. "After graduating from Jiang University, I went to the USA to study, majoring in criminal psychology. Because of my excellent grades, I graduated early and returned to China. Through my family's introduction, I married a businessman named Xu, who is three years older than you."

The finger that was tapping the can stopped.

Qi Feng leaned forward, staring at the lowered head: "Seven pregnancies in five years. But all of them resulted in miscarriage."

Shen Pingping did not react.

"I think those seven miscarriages were one of the triggers for your serious psychological problems, right?"

Qi Feng spoke in a calm tone, as if he were chatting about everyday matters.

Shen Pingping remained silent.

She didn't even change the frequency of her breathing in the slightest.

Outside the one-way glass, Da Liu sighed, "It's no use. We've read this background information a million times, and she didn't even blink."

Qi Feng looked at the puppet opposite him, a wicked smile curving his lips.

"Not going to talk? Fine, let's try a different approach."

Qi Feng leaned back, his legs resting on the edge of the interrogation table, his posture extremely arrogant.

"Let me guess what other triggers there might be."

Qi Feng drawled, his voice carrying the thuggish air of a street thug, "These numerous miscarriages, I suspect, weren't due to accidents, but rather natural miscarriages. Or rather, recurrent miscarriages, perhaps?"

He paused, his gaze sweeping over Shen Pingping's body with an aggressive intensity.

「怎幺说？USA，很好玩？1V1？1V2？还是.....1V3？」

The air froze the moment Qi Feng finished speaking.

She left no room for decency. Every word was a blatant and shameless insult.

Outside the glass.

Zhao Gang's eyes widened suddenly, the cigarette butt between his fingers burning his hand: "Holy crap! Is this kid crazy? This is entrapment and personal attacks! The recording is on!"

He turned around to push the door open.

"Wait!" An elderly pre-trial investigator with graying temples grabbed Zhao Gang's arm, his cloudy eyes fixed on the glass. "Look at the suspect!"

Inside the interrogation room.

"Click."

An extremely faint metallic clanging sound.

Shen Pingping's usually calm and indifferent gaze changed instantly.

She suddenly raised her head, her disheveled hair falling to both sides, revealing a face so pale it was almost sickly.

Those eyes blazed with a frenzied rage, bloodshot as they stared intently at Qi Feng.

If looks could kill, Qi Feng would already be shredded into pieces.

His wrists thrashed violently, and the handcuffs slammed against the barrier with a deafening roar.

"hehe."

Qi Feng looked at the enraged lioness in front of him, and instead of retreating, he advanced, his roguish smile growing even wider.

"Don't look at me like that. Every man would think that way. I bet your husband thinks the same way, right?"

Qi Feng spread his hands, "If you don't say anything, I'll take it as if I guessed right."

"You deserve to die!"

A hoarse, strained voice squeezed out from Shen Pingping's throat.

This was the first thing she said seven hours after being arrested.

His tone was filled with intense murderous intent.

"Oh?"

Qi Feng raised an eyebrow, his tone full of mockery, "So you're finally talking? Judging from your anger, was I right or wrong?"

He is laughing.

His smile was incredibly irritating.

Shen Pingping gritted her teeth, her cheek muscles bulging.

A moment later, she seemed to realize something, and suddenly closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

"snort."

Shen Pingping snorted coldly, lowered her head again, and spoke with disdain.

She saw through Qi Feng's provocation, and her psychological defense mechanism was activated again, wrapping herself once more in that unbreakable tortoise shell.

Inside the monitoring room.

Zhao Gang slammed his fist against the wall, his face full of frustration.

"Damn it! This woman is so difficult! Xiao Qi just managed to pry open a little opening, and she immediately shut it off!"

"Normal." The veteran interrogator took a leisurely sip of goji berry water. "If they weren't difficult, how could the three of us, who have spent half our lives in interrogation, have returned empty-handed? But..."

The veteran interrogator narrowed his eyes. "I suspect this kid has a backup plan. His words just now were merely a test of the suspect's emotional threshold."

Inside the interrogation room.

Qi Feng pulled his legs back from the table.

The roguish smile on his face gradually disappeared, replaced by absolute calm.

Qi Feng picked up the can of cola and shook it gently.

He knew that the psychological warfare had only just begun.

"Heh. I guess... I guessed wrong." Qi Feng's voice suddenly became low and calm, carrying a strange penetrating power. "Do you think I guessed right or wrong?"

Shen Pingping did not react.

"If the miscarriage was caused by your own reasons, and you then suffered from gossip and slander from your husband and his family..." Qi Feng leaned forward slightly, his gaze piercing, "then, what you have in your refrigerator isn't the body of a baby, but theirs, isn't it?"

Shen Pingping's shoulders stiffened almost imperceptibly.

Qi Feng noticed this detail.

"Your husband shouldn't have made things difficult for you because of this, nor should he have doubted you. In fact, his family is supporting you and caring about you."

Qi Feng's voice was like a scalpel, precisely cutting through Shen Pingping's flesh, "What truly dealt you a fatal blow wasn't your in-laws, but... your family of origin."

These words were spoken.

Although Shen Pingping still didn't speak, the knuckles of her clasped hands turned white from the excessive force.

His eyes could no longer maintain that stagnant indifference.

Qi Feng spoke without pausing, at a moderate pace, as if he were telling someone else's story.

"You must be an outcast in the place where you were born."

"In that remote village, girls generally get married around the age of 16. Some girls are already mothers of two by the time they are 19."

"And you, you studied like crazy. You went to university, you went abroad. And you were still not married at 32."

Qi Feng looked at Shen Pingping's slightly trembling shoulders, his voice cold and devoid of warmth, "This has made you an outcast in the village, and it has also made your parents feel ashamed."

"They don't care how many scholarships you received, or what you learned in the USA. All they care about is that other people's daughters are married, and you're an old maid, an old maid who can't get married!"

Shen Pingping's breathing became rapid, and her chest heaved violently.

"Then you went back to China and married your current husband."

Qi Feng continued, "According to the normal script, you should have given birth to your child after marriage and then live the life of a wealthy wife. The vicious voices in the village will also dissipate with the passage of time, and you may even become the pride of your family."

"But, unfortunately, you've been experiencing repeated miscarriages due to certain health reasons."

Qi Feng stood up, walked around the interrogation table, and stepped to Shen Pingping's side.

"Five years, seven times. Your belly has become the biggest joke in the village."

"Rumors are flying. They say you've been having a wild time abroad, that you've committed some terrible sins."

Ultimately, your parents couldn't withstand the pressure. Or rather, deep down, they were more willing to believe the slander than to believe in the innocence of their own daughter.

Qi Feng placed his hands on the back of the chair on either side of Shen Pingping, looking down at her from above.

"They turned their guns on you and joined outsiders in stabbing you in the back. They pinned all the blame on you."

"No...stop talking!" Shen Pingping let out a painful whimper, her body trembling like a leaf.

Qi Feng ignored him and launched his final attack.

"I heard your sister-in-law gave birth to twins last year. Two boys."

boom!

These words were like a bombshell, exploding directly in Shen Pingping's mind.

Qi Feng's voice, like a persistent, insidious infection, pierced her ears.

"This must have been the last straw that broke the camel's back, right?"

"A younger brother whom you spoiled since childhood, whose education you supported with scholarships. You gave him everything you had."

"But then he turned around and slandered you. He showed absolutely no understanding or tolerance, and just like your parents, he placed all the blame on you!"

"He even forbids you from touching his child. He thinks you're... bad luck."

Qi Feng straightened up, looking coldly at the woman who was on the verge of collapse.

"Am I right?"

"A person who is overwhelmed by rumors and misunderstandings, and is about to suffocate."

The defenses collapsed once again.

Shen Pingping suddenly raised her head.

Her eyes could no longer remain calm; tears mixed with her disheveled hair clung to her face, making her look both ferocious and pitiful.

She looked at Qi Feng with an extremely complex expression.

Those eyes held the anger of having one's wounds exposed, and the fear of having one's secrets revealed.

But deep within these layers of negative emotions, there was actually a trace of... gratitude?

I'm grateful that in this world, there's finally someone who saw through all her grievances and chose to believe her, unlike others...

One-way glass outside.

Zhao Gang, Da Liu, and the old pre-trial investigator were all dumbfounded.

Silence reigned.

Is this even human?

Inside the interrogation room.

Qi Feng walked back to his seat and sat down again.

He picked up the can of iced cola and pressed it against his slightly feverish forehead.

"Tell me about it."

Qi Feng looked at Shen Pingping, his voice becoming calm again, "Everyone needs an outlet. You've been holding it in for so many years, you must be tired. Don't you think so?"

Shen Pingping bit her lip hard, and blood seeped out.

A fierce struggle appeared in her eyes.

After struggling, she remained silent. Only tears kept falling onto the handcuffs.

Qi Feng looked at her and sighed softly.

He pushed the Coke can to the center of the table and slowly opened his mouth.

"Perhaps, after you finish speaking, I can let you meet your 'son'."