Chapter 277: The Master of Psychological Games

Sun Jian's unnatural expression lasted for two or three seconds.

Then he steadied his emotions and followed the three of them into the elevator.

He looked at Xu Mo.

"The officer is joking. No matter how much I care about my sister, I should know that murder is illegal, so I would never do such a thing,"

Xu Mo just smiled lightly and said nothing more.

Sun Jian saying that didn't surprise him at all.

Which murderer would directly admit his crime?

Whatever he says, just take him to the Police Station for interrogation!

…

Police Station.

"Han Team, the person has been brought back," Wang Dachuan said.

Han Fei nodded.

"Take them to the Interrogation Room."

During the interrogation, he called Xu Mo again.

Mainly to have Xu Mo assist from the side.

In the Interrogation Room, Sun Jian sat in the interrogation chair, and opposite him were Han Fei and Xu Mo.

Outside the Interrogation Room, a group of officers stood, looking in through one-way glass.

"Do you think Xu Mo is really as legendary as rumored? Can two sentences make someone confess?"

"I think it's exaggerated; there's no one that powerful. Criminals know murder lands them in prison—who wants that? They all keep their mouths shut to avoid a cell,"

"I think the same; it's all rumor! Han Team doesn't have that ability, so how strong could Xu Mo be?"

"Wang Dachuan, what do you think? You've interacted with Xu Mo more; what's your impression of him?"

Hearing that, Wang Dachuan pondered for a moment.

Then he replied.

"You shouldn't underestimate Xu Mo's goodness. From my observations, I think... he does have some skill!"

Meanwhile,

in the Interrogation Room.

"Sun Jian, speak up—how did you kill Zhang Guodong?" Han Fei said without beating around the bush.

Usually, when asked such a sensitive question, the true culprit's demeanor becomes rather unnatural.

But Sun Jian's demeanor was unusually calm, as if he had prepared in advance.

"Murder? Officer, I don't know what you're talking about. Who is Zhang Guodong? I don't know him at all. Why would I kill someone I don't know? Do you have evidence? You can't just falsely accuse an ordinary law‑abiding citizen,"

Sun Jian immediately cast himself as the weak party and painted Han Fei and the others as villains framing a good person.

Han Fei, hearing that, knew Sun Jian was no pushover.

He turned the tables quite skillfully!

He immediately produced the surveillance footage and showed Sun Jian a glimpse.

"We aren't framing you; you know that yourself. As for evidence, we have it. If there were no evidence, would we have brought you in? The cleaner in the footage is you, right? The surveillance recorded everything; you killed Zhang Guodong, correct?"

Sun Jian glanced at the footage, then immediately stared at Han Fei.

"No."

"Then where were you this afternoon?"

Han Fei had just finished speaking when Sun Jian immediately replied.

"I was at home playing games. You can check my game account to see if I was gaming at that time,"

"At that time? I didn't say what hour it was, and you just assume I was gaming at home when the incident happened?" Han Fei narrowed his eyes.

Being stubborn is useless.

Ordinary people who haven't experienced interrogation can't withstand it at all.

Especially those criminals who think they're clever and have pre‑written Confession Statements; their supposedly flawless statements are often riddled with holes to the officers.

Experienced officers will try every method to make you slip up!

One wrong word and it's over.

Sun Jian instantly realized he had misspoken.

He immediately chose silence, remaining mute.

Han Fei has seen many who directly choose silence.

Regardless, he pulled up another piece of footage and continued.

"This footage must be you. We compared the two videos—by body shape, posture, and gait we can confirm it's the same person. So the cleaner is you; you disguised yourself as a cleaner, covered your face, killed Zhang Guodong, then set fire trying to destroy the body,"

Even with Sun Jian's strong mental fortitude, his expression couldn't help but change.

But he quickly thought of a rebuttal.

"Officer, that can't be evidence, can it? How can a single video make you think the cleaner is me? There are billions of people; it's normal to have someone with the same body shape and gait,"

His words hung in the air.

Before Han Fei could speak again,

the silent Xu Mo stared at Sun Jian and said,

"We recovered the cleaner's discarded uniform, and on it we found skin fragments and hair. If you're the cleaner, a DNA test would confirm it..."

A hint of panic flashed across Sun Jian's face.

Han Fei couldn't help but glance at Xu Mo.

My heart tells me Xu Mo can.

This sentence can basically shatter Sun Jian's mental defense.

Then Xu Mo continued.

"Voluntary confession and passive confession are fundamentally different. We haven't done DNA yet, so you can still voluntarily confess now. Of course… if you want to stay in the hole for another two years, you can keep stubbornly denying. You have a sister; spending two extra years with her versus two fewer years makes a huge difference."

Sun Jian's gaze flickered uncertainly, and he swallowed dryly.

Glancing at his watch, he seemed to be weighing something.

He didn't know whether Xu Mo's words were true or false.

He wanted to take a gamble, but feared losing.

But Xu Mo wasn't going to give him that much time to think.

In such matters you must act quickly, like a sharp blade cutting tangled rope, leaving no time for contemplation and forcing a decision.

If Sun Jian really figured it out, it would be too late.

The next second, Xu Mo rose from his seat, walked to Sun Jian's side, and pretended to grab Sun Jian's hair.

"Considering you still have a sister, I wanted to give you a chance to choose; if you don't want it, just decline."

Sun Jian instinctively twisted his head to dodge.

In that instant, he made a decision.

He didn't dare to gamble.

Losing would mean missing several years of his sister's growth.

How many years can a person have?

For a moment, Sun Jian's tone softened.

"I… Zhang Guodong was killed by me."

Han Fei smiled.

Xu Mo truly has skill; he's a crafty master, and bringing him to the Interrogation Room was undoubtedly a very wise choice.

It should be noted that Han Fei himself hadn't thought of the janitor's uniform that Sun Jian had taken off and casually tossed away.

He didn't expect Xu Mo to exploit that, directly shattering Sun Jian's mental defense.

Outside the Interrogation Room.

The officers looking in through the one‑way glass were also bewildered.

Not long ago they were still skeptical, but Xu Mo's two sentences made the criminal truthfully confess that the rumor was false.

Who would have thought… this seems real?

After all, Xu Mo really settled Sun Jian with just a few words!

After hearing Sun Jian's words, Xu Mo turned back to his seat.

Staring at Sun Jian.

"Let's begin."