Chapter 751

Yu Dazhang spoke these words sincerely.

When he was at the villa, the instant he locked eyes with Ding Wen, he knew the man was already emotionally dead.

Facing someone like this, conventional methods probably wouldn’t work to make him truthfully confess what he knew.

So, you must bring in a professional.

Why do pre-interrogation officers always succeed during interrogations?

Because they specialize in studying people.

Years of interrogation experience allow pre-interrogation officers to quickly identify a suspect’s psychological state.

Put simply, can a doctor who has performed ten thousand surgeries match the experience of a new doctor?

In short, it’s just accumulated experience.

When it comes to crime scene investigation, Yu Dazhang certainly can’t match Qian Cheng.

In reconstructing the suspect’s appearance, he can’t compare to Xia Bin.

Likewise, in interrogation techniques, he naturally can’t match these pre-interrogation officers.

“Actually, it’s not that hard.”

The older officer said with a smile:

“As long as you find the right method, apply precise pressure.”

He continued explaining:

“This man seems experienced, but his background isn’t complicated; compared to those with personality disorders, he’s already easier to break.”

Yu Dazhang noticed that when he said “personality disorder,” the man’s eyes seemed to glow, his expression as if he’d just spotted a treasure.

After doing pre-interrogation too long, a bit of neurosis is normal… Yu Dazhang mentally scoffed.

What is a personality disorder?

Simply put, it’s someone who doesn’t fit in with their surroundings—obsessive, fragmented, impulsive, and so on.

Imagine how challenging it would be to interrogate someone like that.

Ding Wen clearly still has some distance from a personality disorder patient.

“By the way, I only pried open his mouth—equivalent to unlocking his emotional block.”

The officer warned Yu Dazhang:

“Since I’m not familiar with your case, I didn’t press further, but you can rest assured—he won’t resist anymore.”

Yu Dazhang couldn’t imagine how to unlock the heart of someone already emotionally dead.

In his view, the pre-interrogation officer had simply revived Ding Wen.

He had no interest in knowing exactly how they did it.

As always, each profession has its own expertise.

No one can master every skill in the world; excelling in one is already remarkable.

After thanking them again, Yu Dazhang and Xu Dui entered the interrogation room.

After sitting down, he looked at Ding Wen across from him.

The man, nearly sixty, was worn and weathered, his eyes dull and lifeless, filled only with cloudiness and exhaustion.

At this moment, he was studying Yu Dazhang and Xu Dui with those clouded, vacant eyes.

“Name?”

Yu Dazhang asked as usual.

Ding Wen sat motionless in the interrogation chair, staring straight at Yu Dazhang, expressionless and silent.

“Name?” he repeated.

This time, Yu Dazhang’s tone grew slightly firmer, emphasizing the importance of the question.

This wasn’t just to confirm identity—it was also an initial test of cooperation, to gauge whether the suspect harbored resistance.

Ding Wen remained silent, as if he hadn’t heard the question.

Did the pre-interrogation officer brag?

Is this what they meant by “unlocking the heart”?

Yu Dazhang even wondered if Ding Wen had gone mentally numb—sitting there stiff as a puppet.

“I’ll ask you one last time. If you don’t answer, I’ll bring back the previous officer.”

Yu Dazhang’s patience wore thin, and he asked again:

“Name?”

Still no answer—not a single word had Ding Wen spoken since the beginning.