Chapter 227: Even the Mentally Ill Have Been Swindled into Lameness

"Found it!"

Ye Zhiyu stared at Li Yong with shining eyes, an excited and fanatical expression on his face.

Yu Dazhang stood off to the side, not even daring to breathe loudly, afraid of disturbing him.

But even so, Ye Zhiyu still turned his head and gave him a look.

This means he wants me to step out... Yu Dazhang had no choice but to nod, then walk outside.

Li Yong's scream just now must have been heard outside.

He had to intercept people before the family members and medical staff came in.

Just as Yu Dazhang's hand touched the door handle, Ye Zhiyu's voice rang out again:

"The rules were set by me, so naturally I have the power to change them. Next, I'll count to three."

"After the count of three, I'll announce the new rule..."

Hearing this, Yu Dazhang couldn't help but stop what he was doing.

A strong sense of curiosity drove him to want to know what exactly this new rule of Ye Zhiyu's was.

But just then, through the glass on the door, he saw Li Yong's wife walking toward here with an anxious look on her face.

What timing... Yu Dazhang had no choice but to pull the ward door open and walk out.

"I just heard someone say there was a loud scream inside."

Li Yong's wife spoke as she reached to push the door.

Yu Dazhang immediately stepped in front of her:

"You can't go in right now. Your husband is receiving treatment."

"Then why was there a scream?" She stamped her foot anxiously, but couldn't break through Yu Dazhang's block.

Let alone her—even if a few more burly young men came, they wouldn't be able to push Yu Dazhang aside.

Once he stood in front of the door, he was like a thick, solid wall blocking the way, not letting anyone get half a step closer.

"You know Li Yong's condition best. Isn't it perfectly normal for him to shout a couple of times?"

Yu Dazhang said in a matter-of-fact tone:

"Listen now—is there still any screaming?"

Li Yong's wife hesitated for a moment, then listened carefully. Inside the room, it seemed someone was speaking softly.

Because of the door between them, the sound wasn't clear.

"Really, nothing's wrong?" she asked, still not entirely at ease.

"Don't worry." Yu Dazhang soothed her:

"The person inside is an expert in psychology I brought in. I can't say he'll cure him, but he can definitely keep the condition under control."

Right now, Yu Dazhang could only try his best to put her at ease.

Otherwise, if she burst into the ward, all of Ye Zhiyu's previous efforts would be wasted.

"Then... alright."

Li Yong's wife still looked a bit worried, but she nodded in agreement.

After she left, Yu Dazhang didn't dare let his guard down and continued to guard the ward door.

Others might not hear clearly through the door, but that didn't mean he couldn't hear.

At this distance, even with a door between them, he could hear every word of the conversation inside clearly.

"Very good, just like that. After the count of three, you'll answer the next question..."

Ye Zhiyu's voice was low, his tone calm and gentle.

It seemed as if every word from his mouth carried a magic that made people involuntarily want to obey and act on his meaning.

"Three, two, one..."

When Ye Zhiyu counted these three numbers, he deliberately drew out the last syllable, as if brewing something.

Just like the drawn-out way of speaking when telling stories to an audience.

"Now, say every person's name you can think of—as long as you know them, say them all."

The room fell silent.

Ye Zhiyu didn't press him, quietly waiting for the answer.

After a brief silence, Li Yong's voice rang out inside the room:

"Shao Xin, Liu Jinsong."

Two names came from his mouth, after which the room fell silent again.

Ye Zhiyu waited a while, and only after confirming Li Yong only remembered these two names did he slowly speak again:

"You did very well. Let's continue. After the count of three, you'll answer a new question."

Outside the door, Yu Dazhang grew more and more excited as he listened.

You've got to be a professional.

He could swindle even the mentally ill into lameness. Look at the way this guy asks questions—like nesting dolls, one ring inside another, digging deeper bit by bit.

If every interrogation officer had Ye Zhiyu's skills, even the most stubborn criminal would confess obediently.

This time, after Ye Zhiyu finished counting to three, he asked a question related to the names:

"Tell me everything you know about Shao Xin and Liu Jinsong—as long as you know it, say it all."

He really knows how to ask... Hearing this, Yu Dazhang couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

Even he himself might not have been able to come up with such a precise question.

Apart from being too down-to-earth, there was really nothing to fault about Ye Zhiyu in other respects.

Especially professionally, he had a near-obsessive passion and dedication.

This time the silence lasted quite a while — a full three minutes — before Li Yong's slow voice was heard:

"It was me who killed Shao Xin, but I can't take all the blame."

"She shouldn't have rejected me. Back then I gave her every ounce of my true heart, yet she ignored all of it and secretly fell for someone else."

"What I can't have, no one else can have."

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"If she ended up with Liu Jinsong, I'd become a laughingstock in everyone's eyes — I absolutely won't allow that!"

At this point, he suddenly stopped.

Ye Zhiyu's voice didn't continue either, as if waiting for Li Yong to go on.

About two minutes passed before Li Yong's voice sounded again inside the room.

But this time there was no hatred in his voice — only a hint of lament and regret.

"I deserve to die. I was out of my mind. I shouldn't have done that to you. And I dragged Liu Jinsong down too."

After saying all this, Li Yong fell quiet, and the room sank back into silence.

What did he do? Yu Dazhang listened in complete bewilderment.

How does it skip channels right at the crucial moment?

Sure enough, the world of the mentally ill isn't something ordinary people can comprehend.

Even when telling a story, it's bit by bit, with no coherence at all.

Afterwards, Ye Zhiyu circled back to the matter and asked a few more questions.

But Li Yong never offered any useful information again.

By the end of the questioning, he simply refused to answer.

Ye Zhiyu went on to ask other questions, but unfortunately, Li Yong still didn't answer.

After a long while, the door opened.

Ye Zhiyu walked out of the ward and said to Yu Dazhang:

"Call a doctor. His hand needs to be re-bandaged."

After saying that, he found a chair against the wall in the corridor and sat down.

Soon, the doctor and family members filed into the ward one after another.

Before long, Li Yong's wife walked out of the ward and questioned Yu Dazhang:

"Didn't you say this was treatment? How did he end up injured?"

Yu Dazhang had already prepared his answer and said it with full confidence:

"We came to treat his mental illness. The external injuries were caused by himself."

"He did it himself?" Li Yong's wife could hardly believe it.

Yu Dazhang pointed inside the room:

"Don't believe me? Ask him."

At this point, the loop was closed.

Basically no different from a case with no witness to contradict.

If Li Yong could answer her, that would truly be a ghost story.

Fortunately, Li Yong's condition was much more stable than before, which kept her from pursuing it further.

Now he no longer cursed himself.

Not only did he stop cursing, this time he didn't even speak — just sat there with his head down, staring blankly, motionless.

They left the hospital.

The two of them got back in the car.

"What exactly is his situation?" Yu Dazhang asked.

Ye Zhiyu thought for a moment, then asked in a very serious tone:

"Have you ever heard of military-grade interrogation?"

(End of chapter)