Quick Transmigration: What to Do When the Male Supporting Character You Saved Becomes Obsessed with

Chapter 375 Obedient and Clingy Younger Brother (86)

It's almost 3 a.m., and it's eerily quiet both indoors and outdoors. The only sound inside is the ticking of the second hand on the wall clock.

The interrogation room next door was brightly lit, which only made the room next door feel gloomy.

Jin Shuhe's face was expressionless, his eyes fixed on Zhang Jianhe, who was leaning back in his chair.

Wu Qidong was taken aback at first, then fell silent.

As a veteran investigator who had worked on the front lines for decades and had extensive experience dealing with criminals, he had his doubts, and this feeling only intensified as the investigation deepened.

Of all the people in the city bureau, he and Jin Shuhe probably knew the most about that case.

Among those who went to handle the case back then, Wu Qidong was already considered young; several veteran police officers had retired a few years ago.

Over the years, he has reviewed the files from that time countless times, trying to find some clues again, and he imagines that Jin Shuhe did the same.

Wu Qidong didn't know how many times over the years he had endured immense fear and pain, carefully recalling the events of that day time and time again.

"Go and rest first, and wait for the interrogation results." Wu Qidong neither confirmed nor denied him, but said calmly.

Zhang Jian did drink a lot that night. After being taken to the Municipal Public Security Bureau and put into the interrogation room, he still appeared to be incoherent. Whether he was genuinely confused or faking it to stall for time, now was not a good time for interrogation.

Almost the entire forensic team was mobilized to search Zhang Jianhe's home as quickly as possible, hoping to find concrete evidence to definitively convict him.

Zhang Jian is leaving him hanging. Interrogation is also a branch of psychology. Both the interrogator and the interrogated have their own thought patterns. The interrogator can only break the criminal's thought pattern and make him feel that the only way is to confess, so that the other party will honestly confess.

Conversely, if the interrogator's thoughts and actions are seen through, controlled, or provoked, the criminal will feel that they have the upper hand, and at this point, the likelihood of them confessing will decrease.

This is a psychological game. Some serial killers have a psychological quality that is incomparable to that of ordinary people. We must be even more vigilant against them and not be influenced by their thought processes.

"I can't sleep," Jin Shuhe said honestly, he was not sleepy at all.

"If you can't sleep, just close your eyes and lie down. There's still a tough battle ahead... Do you think it's over just because we caught him?" Wu Qidong shoved him out of the room, giving him a shove on the back.

The house was very soundproof, and Jin Shuhe only heard noises again after he went outside.

The sound of colleagues' footsteps in the corridor and the aroma of instant noodles wafting from the crack in the office door made Jin Shuhe suddenly realize that he was hungry again.

He hasn't had a drop of water since he ate a piece of bread before his arrest.

Pushing open the office door, Qi Silang was eating instant noodles, and Chen Mingkang was standing bent over by the water dispenser, waiting for the red light to turn green, also holding a box of instant noodles in his hand.

They were talking when Jin Shuhe came in, and they suddenly fell silent, glancing at Jin Shuhe intermittently.

I saw him walking over.

"Any more?"

"Huh?" Qi Silang didn't react.

Do you still have instant noodles?

"Oh! Yes, yes, yes! I just restocked a few days ago. Braised beef, tomato beef, and chicken stew with mushrooms. What flavor do you want? There are also sausages. This time, Sister Lü bought the sausages. There's one with cheese filling in the middle. It's so delicious. I'll get you two!" Qi Silang was very attentive.

Chen Mingkang also gave up his spot in front of the water dispenser and let Jin Shuhe fill his cup with the freshly boiled water.

Jin Shuhe didn't stand on ceremony with them. After making instant noodles, he sat down at his desk, turned on his computer, and started looking at documents.

Chen Mingkang and Qi Silang exchanged a glance, both of them able to see the question on each other's faces: Is his mental state really that stable?

Qi Silang shook his head, his facial features darting around: He's not usually this composed.

Could it be... that he has calmly gone mad?

Jin Shuhe had already flipped through more than ten documents, but neither of them dared to speak, and an eerie silence fell over the office.

They knew Qin Wen had come in from outside.

"Wow! Everyone's eating? I'll have one too!" He hadn't eaten anything since noon, and while waiting to be arrested, he was so nervous that he didn't feel hungry. Now he's practically starving.

Zhang Jianhe had been apprehended and was now being held in the interrogation room, so everyone could finally relax a little.

I had just lain down on the bed in the break room when I got so hungry that I got up and wandered into the office to look for food.

He rummaged through a box of hot and sour noodles and was about to get some water when Chen Mingkang kicked him: "Don't you have any sense? Get in line, I haven't even made my noodles yet!"

"Where's Sister Lü?" Jin Shuhe swallowed a mouthful of instant noodles and turned to ask him.

"Oh, I just went to the lounge to rest."

After Qin Wen finished speaking, he noticed that all three people in the room were staring straight at him.

Originally, everyone might not have had time to think about it, but now, with their hearts just beginning to settle down, and everyone in the room possessing incredible observational skills, the office, now filled with the aroma of instant noodles, has fallen into a silence of a completely different nature than before.

Qin Wengang was quick-witted, his mouth moving faster than his brain. He looked at Jin Shuhe with a half-smile and said, "Not bad, kid, you've learned how to trick your brother into talking! You're a bad bamboo shoot growing crookedly!"

Jin Shuhe twitched the corner of his mouth, not refuting his words. When he first joined the company, Qin Wen had also tried to trick him into revealing information in the same way, so it seemed that he was aware of his own limitations.

"Good heavens, right under our noses, in full view of everyone..."

"Stop being so sarcastic!" Qin Wen interrupted Qi Silang's teasing, "Right now, in this office, you're the only one who..."

Chen Mingkang got married, and Jin Shuhe, in his early twenties, was known throughout his workplace to have a beautiful and talented older sister girlfriend.

Qin Wen now looks like an old house on fire, with thick smoke billowing out.

Qi Silang is a complete bachelor.

Before he could even utter a joke, Qi Silang fell silent and obediently went to eat his instant noodles.

"Don't you dare talk nonsense to me! Not one of you!" Qin Wen pushed Chen Mingkang aside, got some water for himself, and warned each of them.

The atmosphere suddenly became lively.

"What are you doing?" Qin Wen sat down next to Jin Shuhe and saw him open a browser search page on his computer.

"Check... what should be written on the banner." Jin Shuhe couldn't focus on anything else, remembering Duan Peng's repeated instructions before leaving that he should be praised.

"Haha..." Qin Wen laughed along: "Why don't we just write 'wise and brave'?"

After finishing their meal, everyone went back to the rest room to rest. After working non-stop for so many days, even the strongest person would get tired. They were only keeping going with sheer willpower.

I can't sleep when my stomach is empty, but I feel sleepy after I eat.

Anyway, Zhang Jianhe has people on duty over there, so he won't be getting any sleep tonight.

The interrogation didn't begin until after nine o'clock the next morning, because the forensic team had sent back information around eight o'clock.

Under Zhang Jianhe's bed, a package was found containing two sets of work clothes. Inside the work clothes, on the side closest to the skin, there was a large amount of blood. Although the DNA test report has not yet been released, it can be basically confirmed that Zhang Jianhe is the murderer of the 127 serial murder case.

Zhang Jian was detained in an interrogation room. He was extremely listless. He hadn't slept all night, which made him look gloomy and haggard.

Jin Shuhe went inside.

With the help of two auxiliary police officers, the handcuffs on the armrests of the chair were removed, and he was taken to the second interrogation room.

Because of the seriousness of the case, Captain Xie and Deputy Captain Wu personally oversaw the interrogation.

Jin Shuhe was being stared at by Zhang Jianhe, whose murky and ugly eyes revealed a beast-like expression.

He was a murderer with several lives on his hands, and even if he hid among the masses, he still couldn't make himself like an ordinary person.

He did not resist, nor did he say or ask a single question. Jin Shuhe lifted him from the chair, and he swayed for a moment.

Those behind the glass in the next room could see his disabled leg, which was peeking out from the filthy trouser leg, its original color almost unrecognizable.

Both the former principal and his colleagues who had met him said that his disability was not serious.

But now that we see it, everyone thinks... it's quite serious.

The heel of one of his shoes was about ten centimeters thick, proving that his disabled leg was more than ten centimeters shorter than his normal leg... This was a consequence of not receiving proper treatment after the injury.

But when he walks with his trouser legs down, it's not noticeable.

He must have put in a lot of hard work practicing walking.

He glared fiercely at Jin Shuhe, but before he could move, Jin Shuhe slammed him against the steel interrogation table fixed to the ground with a thud.

It startled everyone watching from outside.

"Damn it! He can't do anything, can he?" Qin Wen lifted his leg, intending to go inside.

Lu Chun grabbed him: "No, Xiao He isn't that kind of person who doesn't know her place."

Sure enough, seeing that he had behaved, Jin Shuhe and the auxiliary police officer used a restraining posture to straighten his upper body again: "Behave yourself..."

Jin Shuhe said seriously, "From the moment you enter the interrogation room, the suspect must know that this is absolutely not a place where he can make excuses or act recklessly!"

As expected, Zhang Jian and An Jing cooperated much better, and moved out of the interrogation room with his movements.

Jin Shuhe handcuffed him back to the chair in the second interrogation room, where he was now facing Captain Xie and Deputy Captain Wu.

Zhang Jian confessed relatively quickly. When he realized that not speaking was useless and that all the evidence found in his house was laid out in front of him, he dropped the bomb.

Why did you commit your first crime?

"Ha, I overheard that bitch on the phone. I went over to check the gas meter, and that slut, wearing only a nightgown, opened the door for me. I was in the kitchen, and she was inside making a phone call."

"Her husband blames her for not being able to get pregnant. She told the person on the phone that she had been pregnant before, but she had an abortion when she was dating someone, and then she couldn't get pregnant again," Zhang Jianhe said sinisterly, his tone filled with resentment.

"What's your business?"

"She said she had to find a way to get pregnant with another child. Her in-laws had some money, and she had to find a way to get it. If they got divorced, she could take the money and live a carefree life, leaving the child to her husband!"

Zhang Jianhe was gritting his teeth as he said this: "That slut who wanted to abandon the baby to go have fun! I wanted to kill her right then and there! I let her run away! I let her lie! I killed her! I rid the world of a scourge! Her stupid husband and that unborn child should thank me!"

The veins on his forehead and neck were bulging, as if he no longer needed to hide himself. After so many years, someone was finally asking him why he killed someone. By the end, he was almost roaring.

The reason he gave... made those watching from the outside feel a sense of absurdity...

Team Leader Xie's expression remained unchanged: "What about the second victim from back then?"

"Which one? I can't remember?"

The auxiliary police officer next to him took the documents from in front of Deputy Captain Wu and placed them in front of him.

He glanced at her and sneered, "Oh, this woman."

"Back when I was figuring out when I could finally kill that slut, I'd always run into her on the road not far away. What bad luck for her, teaching a few bastard kids and making them call her 'Mom'? I wanted to kill her as soon as I heard that. Killing one is the same as killing two. I was happy just looking at her, and I wanted to rip her guts out!" Zhang Jianhe said frankly without the slightest discomfort.

"Because of Zheng Qingping?" Wu Qidong suddenly asked when Zheng Qingping was speaking with his nostrils flared and he was breathing heavily with excitement.

Upon hearing Zheng Qingping's name, Zhang Jian's frenzied excitement vanished as if it had been paused.

Then, with a seemingly calm but unsettling look in his eyes, he looked at Wu Qidong and asked, "You know?"

"She died the worst death! I don't even know how many times I stabbed her, I fucking ripped her stomach apart! She probably didn't even know who I was until she died! Hahahahahahaha!" He laughed maniacally.

"I even took the knife I used to kill the first time and stabbed her again, to let her know that I went down this path because of her! She deserves to die!"

Without even being asked, he seemed impatient and poured out all the evil thoughts in his heart.

"I'd even kill my own father for her! Didn't she tell me to treat her like my mother? Then why did she leave? Why did she run away, just like my dead mother who gave birth to me? They went to the big city to live a good life, they live in apartments, they eat and drink well, and what about me? Why?!"

"My biggest regret in this life, the one I can't close my eyes in peace until the day I die, is that I didn't find the one who gave birth to me. I'm going to raise her, tear her to pieces, and ask her why she threw me out here to live a good life!"

He screamed wildly, the handcuffs slamming against the table with a loud thud.

He quickly recognized the third and fourth victims; he could no longer control his urge to kill.

Once a psychologically twisted murderer like him starts killing, he loses all control over himself.

Finally... Wu Qidong took out the photos and materials from what was supposedly the fifth case from back then and handed them to him.

Zhang Jian, panting heavily, said, "I only killed five! Don't fucking frame me!"

He glanced at the documents in front of him, took a breath, and suddenly said, "I don't kill those with kids."

The document contains a photo of Jin Shuhe and his mother.

The room next to the interrogation room was quiet.

Jin Shuhe clenched his fists.

He first truly felt that Zhang Jianhe hadn't committed his mother's crime when he learned that Zhang Jianhe was disabled.

When Jin Shuhe helped him up, he also heard the sound of his footsteps.

“Click—click—”

The heavy heel of one shoe stomped on the ground, accompanied by the scraping and dragging sound of the other shoe's heel.

It was completely different from what he had heard back then.