Chapter 710

Nothing scares me more than sudden silence.

After Yu Dazhang finished speaking, the room fell into dead silence; Zhang Jiangke’s face gradually turned ashen, he stared across at him, several times opening his mouth but holding back.

Finally, he took a deep breath and calmed down.

Before meeting Zhou Jiacheng, Yu Dazhang had anticipated someone might be watching secretly.

This was Zhang Jiangke’s usual trick.

If someone hadn’t tipped off Zhang Jiangke in advance, Li Dui’s team would have caught him long ago in that black internet cafe.

If you thought about it carefully, you’d know how he did it.

Zhang Jiangke must have paid off the hostel owner to notify him immediately whenever police came for inspections.

For those hostel owners, it was just a single phone call.

As always, as long as the money was right, plenty of people were willing to help.

That’s why Yu Dazhang chose to arrive at Zhou Jiacheng’s dormitory during class hours, confirmed no one was there, then called him over for questioning.

“Got nothing to say?”

Yu Dazhang looked at him, then glanced at the white capsule on the coffee table, and said coldly:

“Precisely because no one at the school tipped you off, you chose to flee to Jinling.”

“As long as you confirmed the police hadn’t gone to Zhou Jiacheng, this rental apartment was safe; before coming here, you checked your second layer of security again.”

His tone was full of confidence, as if he knew every move Zhang Jiangke had made:

“When you saw Zhou Jiacheng hadn’t sent you any emails, you finally relaxed—but even then, you disguised yourself and hired four people from the labor market to act as decoys.”

Here, Yu Dazhang suddenly raised his voice:

“Are you tired yet?”

His question dripped with sarcasm and contempt:

“The more guilty you feel, the more actions you take—seeming cunning and devious, but really just scaring yourself.”

Yu Dazhang's voice returned to calmness; he spoke softly:

“Look, I did nothing—I didn’t have Zhou Jiacheng contact you, nor did I ambush you inside the room.”

“Yet I still drew you here.”

As he spoke, he never took his eyes off Zhang Jiangke across from him, wary of any sudden move.

Fortunately, Zhang Jiangke merely sat quietly listening; aside from his face growing increasingly grim, he showed no other reaction.

He took another drag, then tossed the burnt-out cigarette butt to the floor and crushed it under his foot.

“Now I can confirm—the one who found me is you.”

Zhang Jiangke smiled with relief:

“Jiacheng is clever too, but he’s nowhere near your level.”

“At your age, leading such a major case—I can’t imagine how you managed it.”

His gaze settled on Yu Dazhang, eyes filled with curiosity:

“Being smart isn’t enough—you need rich experience too. I underestimated you; you’ve got both.”

No resistance? Yu Dazhang still wasn’t fully at ease.

He looked again at the white capsule on the coffee table, then raised his head and said:

“I actually intended to use Zhou Jiacheng to hold you back, but I never expected you’d truly abandon suicide for his sake.”

Yu Dazhang’s tone carried a hint of surprise:

“I think you’re a deeply contradictory man—you’re selfish to the core, yet you still care for family, willing to change your decision for Zhou Jiacheng.”

This was putting words in his mouth.

He was forcibly slapping a label of “doting father” onto Zhang Jiangke.

It wasn’t a new tactic—every era had people using it.

Used to be called “slapping on a label”; now it’s called “building a persona.”

Yu Dazhang was trying to construct a positive persona for Zhang Jiangke—only then could he bring him back alive.

True to form, upon hearing the phrase “caring for family,” Zhang Jiangke’s expression instantly improved, his gaze softening.

“I admit I used Jiacheng, but I never intended to harm him.”

Zhang Jiangke explained:

“Even if you found him, it wouldn’t affect him—he’d only be questioned about my situation.”

“I already told him beforehand: don’t hide anything from you; say whatever you know.”

That was true… Yu Dazhang nodded in agreement.