Chapter 48

Yu Dazhang kept his eyes fixed on Zhou Zizhe’s pupils 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 pupil.

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 instantaneous pupil dilation: fear, anger, lust.

Given the current situation, anger is the only one that fits.

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

Only when you pierce a wound does the other person feel 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 exceptionally well.”

“It gave him a joy and warmth he had never known before.”

Yu Dazhang paused here, for 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 clenched lips gradually relaxed.

This was a microexpression born of mixed emotions: pleasure, 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 psyche 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 wife.”

“From then on, the boy began silently waiting—he would wait until she grew up, then marry her, take her home.”

“In his mind, the two would naturally come together, as water flows downhill, with no obstacle at all.”

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

“The reason? Falling in love.”

“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—his reasoning was completely correct… 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 man 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 man 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 faster, 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 more.”

“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 to the bone.”

“He couldn’t accept it—he needed to confront her face to face.”

“Fourteen days ago, that afternoon, at the girl’s home, he thought meeting her would clear everything up. But her reply shattered his last shred of sanity.”

Hit again!

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

His eyelids also turned faintly red.

He couldn’t control himself anymore.

He was about to break!!

Yu Dazhang sped up his speech, raising his volume:

“He strangled the girl with his own hands!”

“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 fantasy!”

“The girl never liked him—not for a single minute, not for a single second.”

“Psychology has a concept called: over-attachment.”

“It’s essentially a psychological flaw.”

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“Such people usually pursue perfection, are highly sensitive, and constantly obsess over people and events.”

“They even refuse to tolerate anyone or anything around them that contradicts their will or thoughts.”

Here, Yu Dazhang fell silent, staring intently at the man before him.

One second, two seconds, three seconds…

Zhou Zizhe trembled more violently, making his handcuffs rattle loudly.

“You’re this kind of person!” Yu Dazhang suddenly shouted:

“Zhou Zizhe! You killed Zhang Yan—the girl who grew up with you, who saw you as her own brother—because of your ridiculous delusion!”

“Even when she was utterly disappointed in you, she still trusted you completely.”

“Knowing you came to confront her, she still opened the door for you.”

“She never imagined you would harm her—but you cruelly murdered her!”

“You…”

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

“You’re lying!!”

He glared furiously at Yu Dazhang, his eyes filled with countless bloodshot veins.

He strained his legs, trying to stand, but the interrogation chair’s restraint bar held him fast.

He struggled desperately to escape this cage, but could not.

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

“It’s not fantasy! Not one-sided! That was love!!”

“You don’t understand—you don’t understand what we had!”

“I loved her—since I was sixteen, I loved her for five whole years. Zhang Yan must have felt it—she just refused to admit it!”

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

“No, she didn’t love anyone else—she was mine! Mine…”

“I… I just… I just…”

Zhou Zizhe’s voice grew fainter, as if trying to defend himself, yet found no words left.

Seeing his pain, despair, and rage, Yu Dazhang waved his hand toward the room’s camera.

Soon after, Lu Zhongxin pushed the door open and entered.

“That’s enough for today.”

Yu Dazhang stood up, glanced at Zhou Zizhe, whose head was pressed against the restraint bar, sighed, and turned toward the door.

“I think…” Lu Zhongxin grabbed him, about to speak.

But Yu Dazhang cut him off:

“Master, the suspect’s mental state is unsuitable for further interrogation—continuing now would be coercion.”

(End of Chapter)