Chapter 89: My Strength Is Microexpressions

“Then you two talk, I’ll wait outside.”

Although Director Wu hesitated slightly, he ultimately left.

After Director Wu departed, the man picked up the cigarette box on the desk and gently placed it in front of him.

“Sit down.”

Yu Dazhang pushed the cigarette box back:

“Thank you, Director, I don’t smoke.”

“Don’t be so formal—call me Director Liu,” the man smiled, pointing at the file in Yu Dazhang’s hands:

“Let me see your report.”

Yu Dazhang said nothing, bowed slightly, and handed over the report.

Director Liu took it, lit a cigarette, took one drag, then slowly opened the report.

At first he merely skimmed it, but gradually his expression grew serious.

The further he read, the heavier his face became, until he could hardly believe what he was seeing.

Finally, he slammed the report shut with a sharp “snap.”

The cigarette, meanwhile, had burned to its end—he had taken only one drag the entire time.

He crushed the butt hard into the ashtray.

“Did you write this report yourself?” Director Liu’s tone was displeased.

“Yes,” Yu Dazhang nodded in confirmation.

He didn’t understand what was wrong with the report.

After finishing it last night, he had double-checked it twice.

Logical, coherent, no issues at all.

But Director Liu’s thoughts were completely different from his.

Precisely because the report was flawless, Director Liu found Yu Dazhang suspicious.

He had seen too many similar reports—experienced police officers with over a decade of service couldn’t produce one as meticulous as this.

Saying it was flawless was an exaggeration, but it truly had no flaws.

At least Director Liu found not a single imperfection or logical gap.

He had originally planned to review the kid’s report and point out any insufficient details or lack of evidence, so he could send him back to revise it.

Now there was no need—this report was perfect anywhere you took it.

“Who taught you?” Director Liu asked again.

“Taught me?” Yu Dazhang was baffled. He thought for a moment, then asked back:

“Do you need to be taught how to write a report?”

Director Liu was momentarily speechless.

Self-taught, then.

“I’ve read your file. This is your first time killing a criminal—and you killed seven. I want to hear your explanation.”

Yu Dazhang understood his meaning.

It was just that it made no sense.

A rookie who had never killed anyone faced a group of vicious criminals, didn’t panic, and wiped them all out.

And he targeted only vital areas—chest or head—no shots to limbs.

Any normal person wouldn’t even have the courage to kill, let alone wipe out an entire group.

“I didn’t think that much at the time,” Yu Dazhang said reluctantly. “Behind me were two colleagues who needed my protection. If I fell, they had no chance left.”

At this moment, he could only try to shift the man’s focus.

Two officers were wounded on-site—there was simply no time to think.

Director Liu nodded.

That explanation made sense.

“Did you sleep well last night?” he asked another question.

As soon as he asked, Director Liu’s gaze sharpened, fixed on Yu Dazhang’s eyes, as if trying to pierce his soul.

Yu Dazhang looked back, confused:

“Fine, not much different from usual.”

Playing microexpressions?

That’s my specialty!

And I have no reason to lie.

Insomnia the night before shows clearly in your mental state the next day.

Yu Dazhang had considered pretending.

But faking mental exhaustion all day was too exhausting. Director Liu’s eyes, sharp as blades, still locked onto Yu Dazhang’s:

“I’ve seen many people’s reactions the first time they take a life.”

“Severe cases: vomiting, weakness in limbs, even full-body tremors.”

“Milder cases show no physical reaction, but their mental state is still affected.”

“Insomnia, nightmares, mental fog, constant unease.”

“But I see none of that in you. Do you think that’s normal?”

Yu Dazhang felt deeply uncomfortable under Director Liu’s stare.

It was like a knife waving in front of his face.

One flicker of weakness, and the blade would land on his skin.

Director Liu must have worked in interrogation.

Please... collect... 6...9...books...!

This microexpression interrogation technique was executed too smoothly.

Too bad you’ve met me… Yu Dazhang’s face showed a look of difficulty, then quickly returned to its innocent, naive expression.

“Why didn’t I throw up? When I got home last night, I threw up.”

He now looked like a college student, his eyes filled with innocent stupidity:

“Yeah, and my limbs felt weak—I couldn’t lift a finger, I even broke out in cold sweat.”

“I trembled too, that guy shook like a sieve, couldn’t stop.”

“The dreams? I can’t remember them, but I’m sure they weren’t good ones.”

“I was so tired yesterday—I bet I’ll be insomnia tonight…”

Director Liu couldn’t take it anymore and raised his hand to cut him off:

“Enough, enough, stop talking.”

He couldn’t tell truth from lie—the kid’s expressions were too authentically simple.

He also realized this kid was a real chatterbox.

“Tomorrow, go get a psychological evaluation,” Director Liu ordered.

“Then we’ll decide your next assignment.”

Was this necessary… Yu Dazhang was resistant.

He knew for certain he had no psychological issues.

He had already passed the psychological test in his past life—he was no longer a naive teenager.

And he had passed one more test than others… he had died once.

He had been shot dead by a hail of bullets—how could he still have psychological burdens?

At the same time, Yu Dazhang realized Director Liu was deliberately promoting him.

His phrase “next assignment” carried meaning.

Outside the director’s office, Yu Dazhang found Director Wu pacing back and forth in the hallway.

Seeing Yu Dazhang emerge, he immediately stepped forward.

“How did it go? Did they want you to stay at the municipal bureau?”

“No,” Yu Dazhang shook his head. “Director Liu didn’t say that.”

Director Wu’s expression relaxed noticeably—he was clearly relieved.

“Let’s go, come back with me first.”

Half an hour later.

Director Wu brought Yu Dazhang to the branch team.

“Starting today, you won’t return to the First Detachment,” Director Wu said, looking at Yu Dazhang seriously:

“Your current state isn’t suitable for handling Category Eight cases. Wait until you finish psychological counseling.”

“But I still have to work, right?” Yu Dazhang asked.

Director Wu seemed to have expected this question—he answered without hesitation:

“You’ll work temporarily at the branch team. I’ve already spoken with Commander Li—I’ve assigned you lighter duties.”

Seeing Yu Dazhang’s resistance, he quickly added:

You’ll be assigned to the branch team for now—I’ve already spoken with Li Dui and arranged some lighter duties for you.

Seeing Yu Dazhang was resistant, he quickly added:

"Your main task now is to cooperate with treatment."

I want to give up treatment... Yu Dazhang could only nod in agreement.

Often, you cannot decide your own work content, let alone when your superior has your best interests at heart.

Afterwards, Liu Ju called Li Jun out and formally handed Yu Dazhang over to the detachment.

After Liu Ju left, Li Jun extended a hand toward Yu Dazhang:

"Hand over your sidearm first; it will be held by the detachment for now, and returned to you after psychological counseling."

(End of chapter)