Chapter 50: Now Comes the Moment to Witness a Miracle

"What are you talking about!" Kong Lingjie avoided looking at the bottle, fixing his gaze on Yu Dazhang:

"I don't understand!"

Yu Dazhang stared into his eyes, as if seeing something fascinating:

"Oh~? You guessed right away what's in this bottle? I underestimated you."

Just now, he noticed Kong Lingjie's eyes widened for an instant, his eyelids and eyebrows slightly lifted, then instantly returned to normal.

That reaction meant surprise.

Precisely because it lasted only an instant, Yu Dazhang was certain he wasn't faking it.

The reason is simple: an expression of surprise lasting over one second is fake.

Why say that?

Because microexpressions are part of the stress response.

They arise from human instinct, untouched by thought, impossible to conceal or fake.

No matter how good a liar, the first instant after a valid stimulus will trigger a microexpression.

His "acting" can only come after the microexpression.

Why do so many police officers study psychology but rarely use it in actual work?

Because two conditions must be met:

First, a flexible mind, able to apply learned knowledge creatively.

Have you ever experienced this: while recalling the past, suddenly a thought strikes you…

Damn, I should've done it that way back then!

That's the legendary "Monday morning quarterback."

Only after everything's over do you realize there was a better way at the time.

Everyone learns the same knowledge, but some apply it to life and work, while others forget it all within a few years.

That's the difference between people.

So just this one criterion—applying knowledge creatively—eliminates the vast majority.

Second, excellent eyesight, strong observational skills.

Able to see and capture subtle changes.

This is also essential; otherwise, no matter how sharp your mind, if you don't notice it, it's Bai Da.

Both points are indispensable.

Yu Dazhang possesses both.

Kong Lingjie's performance might fool Lu Zhongxin, but before him, it's utterly transparent.

"Speak," Yu Dazhang stood before Kong Lingjie, looking down at him:

"Which of you two came up with the idea to take the blame?"

"I already said—I don't understand what you're talking about," Kong Lingjie looked up, meeting Yu Dazhang's gaze, his expression resolute, his eyes open and honest.

What an excellent actor… Yu Dazhang couldn't help sighing inwardly.

It's a waste to make him a laborer; with this talent, he could at least land a guest role at film studios like Hengdian or Zhongshan.

What a pity.

"Alright, then we'll start from sixteen years ago," Yu Dazhang sighed and asked:

"Why did you and your wife divorce originally?"

Kong Lingjie was stunned—he hadn't expected Yu Dazhang to ask this.

He opened his mouth, hesitated several seconds, then replied:

"Incompatible temperaments."

"You're not lying—it really was incompatible temperaments," Yu Dazhang continued:

"But what was the reason? You wouldn't just lose feelings for no reason."

"We got tired of each other," Kong Lingjie's expression darkened, as if unwilling to mention his ex-wife.

"Now comes the moment to witness a miracle," Yu Dazhang said, stepping back two paces.

Amid Lu Zhongxin and Kong Lingjie's startled gazes, he pointed:

"You're lying!"

"Back then, your ex-wife filed for divorce unilaterally—because you lost your only child!"

"Afterward, you traveled to many cities searching for your child."

"When you ran out of money, you took odd jobs, saved every penny, then moved to another city to keep looking."

"But for the past four years, you've stayed in Songhai, never gone to another city."

"I can't think of any reason that would make someone as persistent as you stop—unless…"

Before Yu Dazhang could finish, Kong Lingjie suddenly shouted:

"Stop!"

Yu Dazhang halted abruptly, frowning slightly. How fragile is he?

I've barely started—there are still several more revelations coming~

You're making me feel utterly unfulfilled.

"Did you even find her?" Kong Lingjie asked, eyes wide.

"Not hard at all," Yu Dazhang replied:

"Follow the vine to the melon—your ex-wife is, in our view, your only living relative."

After these words, Kong Lingjie fell silent.

Seemingly lost in memories, his eyes gradually lost their focus.

Yu Dazhang was not in a hurry; he sat back down and waited quietly alongside Lu Zhongxin.

About two minutes later, Kong Lingjie spoke again:

"Is she doing well?"

Yu Dazhang did not answer; instead, he took a disc out of the document folder and inserted it into the laptop on the table.

After a series of operations, he approached Kong Lingjie, placed the laptop on the partition, and angled the screen toward him:

"Look at it yourself," Yu Dazhang said, clicking play with the touchpad.

When a middle-aged woman appeared on the video screen, Kong Lingjie's eyes immediately reddened, and his body froze.

Please... collect... 6... 9... book... now...!

As if seeing the real person, he forced a smile.

The woman in the video answered question after question, while Kong Lingjie stared unblinkingly at her face.

Until the woman said, "Yes, we do have a child," Kong Lingjie finally broke down.

Tears streamed down his face, and his lips trembled violently.

This needs an explanation.

Do you think it's overly sentimental?

Why is it that in so many TV dramas and movies, suspects shed tears as soon as their relatives are mentioned during interrogation?

The plot is too melodramatic!

If you have this thought, congratulations; you are still fortunate, because you have never entered a real interrogation room.

It can be said that while the plot may have exaggerated elements, it is absolutely not excessive.

Leaving aside the more formal interrogation rooms in detention centers and holding centers, let's just talk about police stations.

First point: no windows.

In a completely enclosed environment, human emotions cannot be released.

Going out to travel and see scenery is to relax one's mood.

Conversely, think about enclosed spaces.

This is also psychology.

Second point: the walls are like leather sofas; they not only have no echo but are also elastic.

Why they are like this, you can guess; I won't go into details.

Third point: the room layout.

Imagine having at least two people staring at you across the way.

Yes, staring continuously.

After a while, you will feel increasingly suppressed.

This is one of the tactics in interrogation: constantly increasing your psychological burden.

From the moment you step into the interrogation room, this burden invisibly turns into pressure.

It will hang over your head like a huge boulder, making it difficult for you to breathe and keeping you mentally tense.

Until... it gives you an outlet for release.

The video ended; Yu Dazhang returned to his seat and waited for him to recover his emotions.

After a long time, Kong Lingjie finally raised his head and said hoarsely:

"Why did you go disturb her? So many years have passed; she must have remarried long ago. Why bother?"

Yu Dazhang shook his head:

"She has always been alone."

"Really?!" Kong Lingjie looked at Yu Dazhang in disbelief:

"How could she possibly..."

"Nothing is impossible," Yu Dazhang interrupted:

"Actually, she hasn't hated you for a long time."

I need to speed up the progress... Yu Dazhang reminded himself.

I must break Kong Lingjie as soon as possible.

I can't leave Zhou Zizhe waiting for too long; once he fully recovers, he might cause some trouble again.

I must secure a victory in one go as quickly as possible; Zhang Yan's body has been stored for over two weeks and must be buried.

Before Kong Lingjie could speak again, Yu Dazhang continued:

"Answer me one question first: since you found your son, why didn't you tell the child's mother?"

(End of this chapter)