Chapter 443: Those Are All My Lines

Some of the people in the observation room could no longer stand listening.

It's just a change of house, where do all these issues come from?

Does living in a good house make a person's status noble?

Does a woman living in a good house make her superior to other women?

What kind of twisted logic is that.

From the perspective of the task force members, what Yu Dazhang said was indeed somewhat biased.

But Yu Dazhang was looking at this matter from Li Linjun's perspective.

For Li Linjun, whose environment had suddenly changed at the time, his true feelings were exactly this.

And the contrast was extremely stark.

The reason was also very simple: for someone working at a construction site, wanting to buy a good house in Songhai on wages alone was basically impossible.

Let alone paying in full, he couldn't even afford a mortgage; just the down payment alone was enough to make them think twice.

Therefore, in the new environment, none of the people Li Linjun usually came into contact with could be seen here.

"Every time Shi Wenyan sees you, she greets you warmly."

Yu Dazhang continued:

"This should have been the most normal form of interaction between neighbors, but in your eyes it took on an entirely different appearance."

"You thought Shi Wenyan had taken a fancy to you, and every time she greeted you proactively, it was like her casting flirtatious glances your way."

He went on at length, as if determined to describe every single detail:

"Her eyes were as silky as threads, infinitely alluring; every move she made was plucking at your heartstrings. You had never come into contact with such a charming woman."

"As the number of times you interacted with her gradually increased, you grew more and more certain of My own idea."

"Finally, a bold plan formed in your mind."

Yu Dazhang's voice gradually lowered, then suddenly rose in volume:

"You were going to have her!"

As his words fell, the interrogation room fell silent.

Li Linjun's head drooped lower and lower, hiding his expression from view.

But his slightly trembling shoulders and the visibly rigid state of his body already said everything.

In the observation room.

The task force members were all crowded in front of the computer screen, staring fixedly at the surveillance footage.

What a thoroughly satisfying hypothesis this was.

In their view, Yu Dazhang was simply making up a story.

There was no logic to it at all.

Even the flirtatious glances made an appearance; he spoke as if he had been right there on the scene.

But one thing couldn't be denied: this story was actually quite in line with reality.

Nowadays, many people treat "delusions" as reality and put them into action, only to end up battered and bruised.

Those who became furious and desperate over it were also not few in number.

However, very few people actually killed someone over it; suicides, on the other hand, were quite common.

"Did I guess right?"

Yu Dazhang stared coldly at Li Linjun across from him:

"You think you're very clever, but in reality, those filthy thoughts of yours couldn't even fool your own wife."

His words were not without basis.

In his previous life, it was Li Linjun's wife who reported him, which showed that the things he had done had long been noticed by the person closest to him.

The reason she only came forward to report him months after the incident was that Li Linjun had proposed divorce to his wife.

He thought his plan was flawless, not knowing that his wife had been playing dumb all along.

At these words, Li Linjun raised his head and stared blankly at the person across from him.

"Don't look at me like that."

Yu Dazhang said indifferently:

"You being caught wasn't because your wife reported you, but you really underestimated her."

"You thought that as long as you didn't speak, no one would know. In truth, she simply spared you out of all those years of conjugal feelings and didn't expose you."

Women are inherently more delicate in thought than men.

This has long been proven. From the perspective of physiological differences, the female brain structure differs from the male in certain aspects.

Relatively speaking, women are better at processing emotional and detailed information.

This allows them to more keenly catch subtle changes in daily life.

Moreover, women are inherently more sensitive, with a higher alertness to changes in their surroundings and in people's emotions.

This also makes them appear more attentive to detail.

When you think a woman is thick-skinned and careless, she may very well be using a facade of playing dumb to disguise herself.

"Impossible!"

This time, Li Linjun finally couldn't hold back; he roared at Yu Dazhang:

"Nonsense! On what grounds do you say there's a problem with the relationship between me and my wife? We, we..."

He only got that far before he couldn't continue.

From his panicked expression, one could tell he also felt his wife had been playing dumb.

He just had never thought about it in that way.

At this moment, prompted by Yu Dazhang's reminder, he finally realized that he had been neglecting his wife's feelings all along.

Yu Dazhang was very satisfied with his reaction—bringing up his wife was meant to pierce through his psychological defenses.

"Under the guise of traveling, you took your wife and child out of town, but on the second night, you turned around and came back."

As he spoke these words, Yu Dazhang was recalling as he said them:

"You didn't plan anything at first—you went to find Shi Wenyan with the mentality of having an affair, but ended up being refused at the door."

"Shi Wenyan didn't even open the door for you."

Finally getting to the main point... everyone in the observation room watched the screen nervously, even their breathing becoming cautious.

Calculating fate to this extent—even a Celestial Master descending the mountain couldn't do it.

They were no longer hung up on how this fatty had deduced it.

Go ahead and make it up boldly, we believe you.

Mainly because not believing isn't an option either.

Damn, it's way too accurate!

Not just them—even Li Linjun sitting across had been stunned into a daze.

He even began to suspect whether this fatty across from him had been following him.

The matter of knocking on the door with no answer seemed to be known only to himself and Shi Wenyan; he remembered very clearly that there was absolutely no third person present at the time.

Could it be that Shi Wenyan isn't dead?

Beyond this possibility, he really couldn't think of anything else.

"You're really such a tasteless person."

Yu Dazhang suddenly changed his tone, speaking with contempt:

"Upon learning the truth, you felt no shame, and even tried to use force against Shi Wenyan."

"I've seen plenty of people fly into a rage, but someone as thick-skinned and shameless as you is a first."

His words were like a sharp blade, leaving no room for rebuttal:

"That small hammer wasn't something you brought over; the balcony door couldn't stop you at all—working as a scaffold erector on construction sites, a glass door on a balcony is as good as nothing to you."

"You just didn't expect Shi Wenyan to be so tough—she actually used the small hammer meant for nailing picture frames to smash at you."

A trace of regret colored Yu Dazhang's next words:

"You were already in a violent rage; when Shi Wenyan hit your head, you instinctively snatched the weapon from her hand and counterattacked."

"By the time you calmed down, you found she had stopped breathing..."

Finally, his tone turned cold and resolute:

"What happened after that, I don't need to continue, do I."

Inside the observation room.

Watching all this, the task force members one after another lit up cigarettes.

They smoked while scratching their heads.

Everyone felt their scalp itch at that moment—without scratching a couple of times, their whole body felt uncomfortable.

Setting aside whether this fatty was right or not.

Just being able to spin this story isn't something an ordinary person could do.

If he got it right, the suspect wouldn't even need to confess—the entire criminal process had been described, and all of that was the suspect's own words.

"How do you know everything?"

Finally, Li Linjun couldn't hold it anymore; he questioned loudly:

"Why is it like this, why?!"

(End of this chapter)