Chapter 48

Yu Dazhang kept his eyes locked on Zhou Zizhe's as he spoke these words.

A person cannot control all bodily changes.

Even if one suppresses all facial expressions, subtle changes in the features still reveal true inner thoughts.

Among these is: the pupils.

Just now, when he said the words "inferior boy," Yu Dazhang clearly saw Zhou Zizhe's pupils dilate.

Though only for an instant, he still caught it.

In microexpression psychology, three emotions cause pupils to dilate instantly: fear, anger, lust.

Given the current situation, only anger fits best.

Never strike a man on the face; never expose a man's weaknesses.

Only by prodding a wound does the other person generate anger.

Keep pretending… Yu Dazhang stared at him slowly:

"There was a little boy who was always introverted and insecure since childhood."

"He wrapped himself tightly, terrified of being looked down upon—even his own sister couldn't get close to him."

"But the little girl next door always came to play with him, brought him food, and treated him especially well."

"This gave him a happiness and warmth he had never known before."

Yu Dazhang paused here, because he noticed Zhou Zizhe had reacted.

Though he still struggled to suppress any expression, his microexpressions betrayed him.

His eyelids tightened, his cheeks lifted slightly, and his tightly pressed lips gradually relaxed.

This was a microexpression born of mixed emotions: joy, happiness, sweetness.

Though no major change showed on the surface, Yu Dazhang was certain…

He was smiling!

After a brief pause, Yu Dazhang quickly formulated his words in his mind and continued:

"As they grew older, both entered puberty."

"At this time, the boy's psychology changed."

"In his eyes, the girl was no longer just the neighbor's little sister—she was his childhood sweetheart, his destined one, his future partner."

"From then on, the boy began silently waiting—he would wait for her to grow up, then marry her, take her home."

"In his mind, the two would naturally come together, as water flows downhill, with not the slightest obstacle."

"But not long ago, he learned the usually well-behaved girl had been summoned by her teacher's parents."

"The reason? Romantic relationship."

"He couldn't believe it was true; to get a definite answer, he disguised himself."

"He bought many stationery items, then went to the school gate to ask the girl's classmates."

Got it, got it—the reasoning was completely right… As Yu Dazhang said this, he noticed Zhou Zizhe's mouth slightly open, eyebrows raised, nostrils flared.

This was a sign of fear.

So the person who went to the school gate to inquire was really him!

Yu Dazhang had never been certain who went to the school to ask about Zhang Yan.

Because that person had disguised himself, neither surveillance nor Zhang Yan's classmates could see his face, so Yu Dazhang could only guess.

Now it was clear: Zhou Zizhe's microexpressions were the answer.

Yu Dazhang spoke more fluently, his eyes gleaming:

"Once he confirmed it was all true, his world collapsed."

"The girl had never thought of him the way he thought of her—she had always seen him as an older brother, never felt anything else."

"After suppressing it for several days, he exploded."

"He frantically sent messages and called the girl, demanding to know why she treated him this way."

"The girl's answer left him disappointed, chilled his heart."

"He couldn't accept it—he had to confront her face to face."

"Fourteen days ago, that afternoon, at the girl's home, he thought meeting her would clarify everything. But her answer stripped him of his last shred of sanity."

Hit again!

This time even clearer—when he said this, Yu Dazhang noticed Zhou Zizhe's hands trembling slightly.

And his eyes had turned faintly red.

He couldn't control himself anymore.

He was going to break!!

Yu Dazhang sped up his speech, raising his volume:

"He strangled the girl to death himself!"

"In her bedroom, on her bed."

"He squeezed hard, until she stopped breathing, stopped struggling."

"He simply couldn't understand—his so-called love was all one-sided!"

"The girl never liked him—not for a minute, not for a second."

"Psychology has a concept called: being overly serious."

"It's essentially a psychological flaw."

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"Such people usually pursue perfection, are emotionally sensitive, and constantly obsess over people and events."

"They even refuse to tolerate anyone or anything around them that disobeys their will or conflicts with their thoughts."

Having said this, Yu Dazhang stopped, staring tightly at the person before him.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

Zhou Zizhe trembled more and more violently, causing the shackles to clatter "clank-clank."

"You are exactly that kind of person!" Yu Dazhang suddenly shouted loudly:

"Zhou Zizhe! For your ridiculous delusion, you personally killed Zhang Yan, who grew up with you since childhood and regarded you as her own brother!"

"Even when she was utterly disappointed in you, she trusted you completely."

"Knowing you had come to her door to question her, she still opened the door for you."

"She never thought you would do anything to harm her, yet you cruelly killed her!"

"You..."

Just as Yu Dazhang was about to continue, Zhou Zizhe suddenly roared:

"You're lying!!"

He glared angrily at Yu Dazhang, countless bloodshot veins surging in his eyes.

At the same time, he pushed hard with his legs, trying to stand, but was tightly wedged by the barrier on the interrogation chair.

He struggled desperately to break free from this cage, but could not manage it.

He could only howl at Yu Dazhang like a mad beast:

"It's not a delusion! It's not one-sided wishful thinking! That is love!!"

"You don't understand at all, you don't understand the emotions between us at all!"

"I loved her. Starting from age sixteen, I loved her for a full five years. Zhang Yan must have felt it; she just didn't want to admit it!"

"She betrayed me. I loved her so much, yet she fell for someone else."

"No, she didn't like someone else. She is mine! She is mine..."

"I... I just... I just..."

Zhou Zizhe's voice grew quieter and quieter; he seemed to want to defend himself, but in the end found he had nowhere to begin.

Seeing his expression of pain, despair, and irritability, Yu Dazhang waved a hand toward the camera inside the room.

A short while later, Lu Zhongxin pushed the door open and walked in.

"Let's stop here for today."

Yu Dazhang stood up, glanced at Zhou Zizhe, who had pressed his head against the barrier, sighed, turned around, and walked out the door.

"I think..." Lu Zhongxin grabbed him, just about to speak.

But Yu Dazhang interrupted him:

"Master, the suspect's mental state is not suitable for interrogation right now. Continuing further would be coercion."

(End of this chapter)