Chapter 294: Only a Pervert Could Do Something Like This

At this moment, Fang Peng had even become careful with his breathing, staring tensely at Yu Dazhang across from him, but still not speaking.

Good, I like this state... Yu Dazhang rejoiced inwardly.

The more nervous a person is, the more easily they reveal their true inner thoughts, and their facial expressions become richer.

"Since you don't want to confess on your own, I'll say it for you. The place where you're hiding the person is..."

Yu Dazhang deliberately drew out the syllable, watching as Fang Peng's breathing even stopped, before finally saying it:

"Duxing Middle School."

Hearing the name of this middle school, Fang Peng first froze for a moment, then his expression softened, looking as if he'd breathed a sigh of relief.

Off to a bad start~

Yu Dazhang immediately realized this location was wrong.

"Did that give you a scare?"

To ease the awkwardness, he could only look at Fang Peng with a teasing gaze and say:

"This is the last chance I'm giving you. Are you going to talk or not?"

An awkward atmosphere spread through the interrogation room.

Even Ma Jian and Liu Miao felt a bit uneasy; one scratched his head, the other twisted his waist, as if trying to dispel some of the awkwardness.

"Alright, alright, then don't blame me for not giving you a chance. The real place where you're hiding the person is..."

Yu Dazhang prayed inwardly as he recited another school's name:

"Minjiang High School."

He noticed that the moment this school's name left his mouth, Fang Peng across from him froze completely.

Got him!!

Even though Fang Peng strove to control himself and show no expression, his eyebrows still unconsciously pulled upward and drew together.

That signified fear and worry.

No mistake, this is the answer... Yu Dazhang was confident he wouldn't misread it.

So far, he hadn't made a single mistake in micro-expression analysis, and this time was no exception; he believed his judgment was absolutely sound.

"Report to the detachment." Yu Dazhang ordered Liu Miao:

"Conduct a full search of Minjiang High School. Remind the team to bring shallow-layer detectors, and call for an ambulance."

"Yes." Liu Miao replied, then left the interrogation room.

At this point, Fang Peng had already gone limp in the interrogation chair, looking at Yu Dazhang with an ashen face, his eyes revealing undisguisable fear.

"I, I..."

His lips trembled; he could no longer form complete sentences.

"Want to talk now?" Yu Dazhang's face darkened, his voice cold as ice.

"Mm, mm-mm!" Fang Peng nodded vigorously:

"I'll talk, I'll tell you everything."

This type of person just needs to be pushed... Yu Dazhang stared at that Down-syndrome face of his with utter contempt.

But to further shorten the rescue time, he still patiently said:

"Tell me the exact location and entrance. Our team is already on the way; you'd better tell us before they reach the school."

"Okay, okay." Fang Peng hurriedly agreed, then took a deep breath, steadied his emotions, and quickly said:

"At the far east end of the first floor of Minjiang High School's teaching building, there's a sign for a biology lab—that's the entrance to the basement."

"After going down, on the ground at the southeast corner of the basement, there's a locked wooden board. I covered it with a straw mat, and the key is pressed under the leg of a nearby table."

"Inside there's another locked iron door, the key is also under the table leg."

Ma Jian beside him was quickly taking notes.

Yu Dazhang, meanwhile, was analyzing what Fang Peng had said.

After a moment, he looked at Fang Peng and asked:

"You dug a pit under the basement?"

Hearing about the locked wooden board, Yu Dazhang felt something was off.

If the basement had two levels, you could just take the stairs.

Using a wooden board to cover a hole—that's only how a cellar would be designed, and a high school teaching building couldn't possibly have a cellar-like space.

"Not a pit." Fang Peng explained:

"There's a passage below, connecting to a dug-out basement, roughly ten-plus square meters in area."

What a maniac... Yu Dazhang could already imagine how much effort it took to dig out a basement like that.

Just hauling the dirt out alone would have been enough to keep him busy.

Most people don't have that kind of perseverance; this sort of thing could probably only be done by a pervert.

"You dug it all by yourself?"

Yu Dazhang asked this purely out of curiosity.

"Yes." Fang Peng replied, then added:

"I spent over half a year digging that basement, then another three-plus months on ventilation, moisture-proofing, and reinforcement."

If there were ghosts in the teaching building, they'd have been scared off by him... Yu Dazhang couldn't help but grumble inwardly.

To imprison a girl, he'd actually prepared for so long, doing nothing but hard, grueling work.

For one person to be this much of a pervert—he was truly a freak.

With that kind of patience and perseverance, he could have done anything; instead he had to go commit such depraved, dark, and despicable acts.

Before Yu Dazhang could ask further, Liu Miao returned to the interrogation room.

This time he didn't go inside; instead, he stood at the doorway looking at Yu Dazhang.

"Got it out of him."

Yu Dazhang nodded, then said to Ma Jian:

"Hand it over to him."

Hearing this, Ma Jian immediately stood up and passed over his notebook. After Liu Miao took it, he closed the door and left again.

When interrogating a suspect, there must be no fewer than two people present—this rule must be followed.

So Yu Dazhang had deliberately brought both of them along this time, so that even if one person went to report, the interrogation could continue.

"Alright, now we can get into the specifics."

The detailed hiding location had already been extracted and reported up to the detachment. Yu Dazhang breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time decided to keep digging deeper.

"What's Xiaoyue's full name?" he asked.

Yu Dazhang hadn't dared to ask this before, for fear that Fang Peng would catch on.

But now it didn't matter—the other party had already confessed to the crimes committed, so there was nothing left to be wary of.

"You don't know her name?" Fang Peng asked back, his face full of astonishment:

"Were you just bluffing me earlier?"

Yu Dazhang didn't bother with his question, and said with a cold face:

"Now I'm the one asking. Answer my question honestly."

He had no more need to deceive Fang Peng.

As long as Fang Peng wasn't a fool, he should clearly understand the situation now—continuing to deny it any further was pointless.

"Zhang Xinyue."

Fang Peng's voice was very quiet; even with Yu Dazhang's good hearing, he could barely make it out.

Ma Jian, meanwhile, simply had no idea what he was saying.

"Which characters exactly?" Yu Dazhang pressed.

Fang Peng thought for a moment, then cleared his throat, raising his volume a bit from before:

"Zhang as in octopus, Xin as in warmth, Yue as in moon."

This time Ma Jian heard it clearly too, and immediately wrote the name down in his notebook.

"How did Zhang Xinyue die?"

As Yu Dazhang asked this, he couldn't help feeling a little tense inside.

He had read the autopsy report on the unidentified body many times over; the cause of death was already thoroughly memorized.

If Fang Peng's answer didn't match the autopsy report, then these two cases couldn't be merged for joint handling.

"I didn't kill her!"

The moment this came up, Fang Peng immediately shouted out in agitation:

"When I brought her here, she was perfectly fine, but two months later, she suddenly fell ill."

"At first I thought she just had a cold, so I bought her cold medicine and fever-reducing patches. But her condition never improved—it kept getting worse every day."

"In the end... in the end her fever wouldn't break, her breathing grew difficult, until one day I went downstairs and found she'd stopped breathing."

Letting someone fall ill without releasing them, leaving them to fend for themselves in the basement... Yu Dazhang clenched his teeth.

How the hell is this any different from murder.

(End of chapter)