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

How arrogant! How...foolish!

"Let's go! Let's take a look!"

Guan Hai acted decisively, unable to sit still any longer.

The two practically jogged out of the office and went straight to the front of the municipal bureau building.

They wanted to see the suspect who had caused such a stir in H City as soon as possible.

Not long after.

The piercing sound of sirens grew louder as they approached.

A convoy of three police cars, with flashing lights, drove into the city police station compound.

The car door opened, and several criminal police officers got out first.

Immediately afterwards, a man in his thirties was escorted down by Lu Ming and another criminal police officer, one on each side.

The man was of medium build and had an ordinary appearance. He was wearing a doctor's white coat, which was probably what he was preparing to do in order to enter the hospital and commit the crime.

His face showed no ferocity or panic, only a calm indifference, as if he were not being escorted himself, but an insignificant stranger.

"Brother Lu, have they kept people at the hospital?" Qi Feng greeted him, and his first question wasn't about the suspect, but about the scene.

He feared this was a diversionary tactic by the murderer.

Sending a sacrificial pawn to the city bureau to draw everyone's attention, the real killer move is still in the hospital.

"Don't worry! We left one team behind and borrowed two more from the local police station. There are layers upon layers of security; not even a fly could get in." As a senior criminal investigator, how could Lu Ming make such a basic mistake?

Hearing this, Qi Feng finally felt completely relieved.

The group quickly walked towards the interrogation room.

At this moment, inside the interrogation room, the city bureau's best pre-trial expert was already seated behind the interrogation table.

Qi Feng and Guan Hai went into the observation room next door and stared intently at what was happening inside through a one-way glass.

On the interrogation chair, the suspect's hands and feet were restrained, and his head was down, so his expression could not be seen.

Sitting opposite him was an elderly policeman with gray hair and reading glasses, slowly brewing a cup of goji berry tea.

Qi Feng held his breath, waiting for the thunderous interrogation to begin.

However, Wang Linfeng picked up his teacup, blew on the steam, took a small sip, and then spoke slowly.

The first sentence almost made Qi Feng stumble in the observation room.

I don't understand you.

There was no questioning, no intimidation, not even the slightest bit of the oppressive atmosphere one would expect from an interrogation. The tone was as casual as two old men playing chess downstairs in the neighborhood, chatting idly.

Is this how peculiar all pre-trial interrogations are?

Qi Feng didn't understand, but he chose to respect it.

Inside the interrogation room, the suspect remained silent for a few seconds before slowly raising his head.

His eyes were calm and empty, staring straight at Wang Linfeng.

"I'm going to die." His voice was slightly hoarse.

"Oh? You're going to die?" Wang Linfeng put down his teacup, his tone completely flat. "Do you need me to call a doctor for you?"

The suspect's lips curled into a mocking smile as he answered irrelevantly, "You're saying that if killing one person can save another, then that person... is a murderer or a savior?"

"I'm not God, you'll have to ask him about this." Wang Linfeng also did not give a direct answer.

"Yes," the suspect said in a low voice, as if talking to himself, "I'm going to see him soon, and I can ask him in person."

Wang Linfeng leaned back slightly in his chair and said jokingly, "Then I reckon it'll be tough. In your condition, going to hell is a sure thing."

Upon hearing this, the suspect did not get angry; instead, he laughed.

"I saved six people, but I couldn't save myself. You killed me, and you'll be my companions in hell."

"We killed you? Tell me, how did we kill you?" Wang Linfeng finally steered the conversation back on track, leaning forward slightly.

"Yes, you killed me, and I saved six people," the suspect repeated.

"Then tell me, how did you save those six people?" Wang Linfeng's tone remained calm.

However, from that sentence onward, the suspect seemed to have been muted, lowering his head again and falling completely silent.

No matter what Wang Linfeng said, he remained silent, like a stone statue.

One minute.

five minutes.

ten minutes.

Strangely, Wang Linfeng wasn't in a hurry at all.

He held the cup of goji berry tea, sipping it slowly, and calmly looked at the other person, as if he were testing his patience with the suspect.

Qi Feng, who was in the observation room, was completely confused. He looked at Guan Hai next to him and asked: What's going on?

Shouldn't interrogating a criminal involve slamming your hand on the table, shouting, "Name! Age! Place of origin! What crimes have you committed! Confess honestly!"

Why has everything changed here?

Guan Hai saw through Qi Feng's doubts at a glance and shrugged helplessly.

"Old Wang was a policeman in the same cohort as your mentor. One of them is a top expert in forensic science, and the other is also renowned in the pre-trial investigation field. If Old Wang hadn't been so attached to his home and didn't want to leave H City, he would have been poached by the provincial department or even the ministry long ago. So, don't ask me about his interrogation methods; I don't understand them either."

Well, this is a true god.

Qi Feng clicked his tongue, then kept quiet and continued watching the performance.

Just then, Wang Linfeng in the interrogation room seemed to remember something, picked up the pen on the table, and slowly wrote something in the notebook in front of him.

He didn't deliberately show it off, but the gesture was like a clear signal.

Guan Hai immediately made a hand gesture to the monitoring room.

On the screen in the observation room, a close-up shot quickly zoomed in, focusing on the notebook in front of Wang Linfeng.

Above, a line of writing was clearly visible.

"The breakthrough lies in the seventh victim at the hospital."