On November 26, at 10 a.m., a consultation room in Linyi Federal Police Department.

"I'll get to know you for the first time..." A white man in a suit and tie came to the table and reached out to Che Wuchen, "I am Lieutenant Mark Scram, who belongs to the Asia branch of EAS (extra ability supervisor, namely the Superpower Supervision Bureau).

"Che Wuchen." Che Wuchen reported his name without being humble and arrogant, and stood up to shake hands with the other party, "FCPS agent, currently on vacation."

"I'm glad to know you, Agent Car." When Skram sat down, he took out an I-PEN from the pocket on the inside of his shirt and quickly unfolded its projection screen on the desktop. "Before starting, I want to reiterate that this is not an interrogation, it's just a simple question. As for recording through video... that's the standard process required by our organization."

"It's okay, everyone is working for the federal government, I can understand." Che Wuchen also sat down again and responded in a very calm tone.

"Well." Skram nodded, "Then..." and he turned on his I-PEN video function, "Let's start."

"Yes." Che Wuchen replied.

"Please repeat your name and position." Skram said.

"Che Wuchen, senior agent of the Federal Public Safety Commission." This is the Nth time Che Wuchen has repeated this passage today, but he did not show any impatientness.

"About the incident yesterday evening, please start from the beginning and repeat it in detail." Skram.

"Okay." Che Wuchen responded and was silent for a few seconds.

In the past few seconds, Skram's eyes remained on his face, as if he wanted to see through his eyes.

Objectively speaking, he is quite impolite, but he doesn't care.

Skram is not here to establish a good relationship with others, but to conduct investigations; the only thing he has to do is to get the information needed by the organization and confirm its authenticity, and everything else... is not important.

"Around 6:30 pm, I came out of Dr. Cui's clinic..." A few seconds later, Che Wuchen seemed to have sorted out his thoughts, organized his language, and began to speak.

Unexpectedly, he was interrupted as soon as he said half a sentence.

"Sorry, can I ask what disease you are going to the clinic?" Scram asked quickly.

"Psychological Assessment." Che Wuchen replied to these four words, paused, and followed the other party's sentence just now, "Of course, this does not mean that I am mentally ill. These are just... the standard process of our organization."

"Haha, understand." Skram smiled, reached forward and made a "please" gesture, "Please continue."

So, Che Wuchen repeated the process of meeting a police officer, hearing a call from the case, and requisitioning the other party's guns and motorcycles.

Skram had actually known these contents before entering this room; before meeting Che Wuchen, he had already asked the policeman and confirmed the information provided by the other party through street surveillance.

But... the repeated questions and answers to the same question must be repeated again; because the "confession" is obtained only through one person, the credibility is very low.

Not to mention the situation of "deliberate lying", just talking about "memory" is a big problem.

People’s memories are far less reliable than people think. For example, at this moment, you are looking at this passage and cannot remember what you ate at noon the day before yesterday.

It takes about a minute to go back to a memory point in the last forty-eight hours. If you can't think of it in a minute, you may never remember it again, or... you can only get a so-called "probable" and "vague" impression.

This impression is not so much a "memory", but rather a guess made by you - combining your own understanding of yourself and the memory fragments before and after.

This is the truth of our memory: human memory is not a black text written on white paper, nor is it a data on the hard disk. Human memory is just a broken puzzle pieced together by many key fragments. Our brain will automatically dispose of things that are not particularly important to those that have been experienced and are not particularly important, so as to make room for information we think are more important.

If you have any experiences related to yourself, then... let alone those memories that have nothing to do with you.

We can often see in some film and television works that during the trial of a murder case, an eyewitness was asked to identify a suspect who flashed past him in the middle of the night a few months ago or even dozens of meters away... This is simply a joke. The witness may not even remember what hairstyle he had and what clothes he wore that day. Do you expect him to recognize what bird look like a stranger who had only glanced at him?

Therefore, "a person's confession" or "memory" always needs to be questioned. Even confessions given by multiple people about the same thing must be compared and analyzed to distinguish the authenticity - if it is completely inconsistent, it means that at least one of them is lying; what everyone says is slightly different, but what is generally matched is higher possibility is true; it is exactly the same, and it is in a strict manner... that is called a series of confessions.

The content of Che Wuchen's narrative belongs to the second situation, that is, it is slightly different from what the police said, but basically it is about the same thing.

The main difference is that in the version described by the police officer, the police officer was uncompromising when facing the FCPS agents, selflessly circulating tickets, and was very calm when the other party recruited his gun and motorcycle. It was that kind of... put on a cool face and said coldly: "Hmph... Then leave it to you." This feeling...

However, in the version described by Che Wuchen and the nearby street surveillance... that kind of communication probably only happened in the imagination of the policeman.

In short, Che Wuchen continued to say that when he entered the Internet Ring Center and saw the corpse, he also told Scram the reasoning after seeing the first three corpses.

But Skram seemed a little dissatisfied with this and interrupted: "Agent Che, you just need to describe what you saw and heard there in detail as much as possible. The analysis will be handled by the EAS's dedicated person." He paused for a moment, "Of course, I am not questioning or denying the analysis you made and your professional ability. I just want to tell you... Even if you speculate correctly, the analysis content provided by you will not be adopted by EAS and will not have any impact on the final judgment we make."

Hearing this, Che Wuchen was silent for a few seconds and said, "Okay, then I'll continue."

"Yeah, please." Skram continued.

After a breath, Che Wuchen said again: "After entering the main entrance of the building, the first thing I did was to quickly check the rooms on both sides of the corridor with bodies.

"There are a utility room, a reception room and two offices on both sides of the first section of the corridor. The electronic doors of those rooms were all opened at that time and could be directly entered. After checking, there was no one in several rooms, and the furniture and objects were placed very normally, at least at first glance there were no signs of being turned or damaged.

"After checking, I moved towards the inside of the building again. After turning the first corner, I found another body in the second corridor, and the death was the same as the three in the previous corridor. Judging from the remaining heads, this is a woman, about thirty-five to forty years. I didn't delay her for too long. There was only one utility room and men's and women's toilet on both sides of the corridor. I also saw it...there was also empty."

Hearing this, Skram suddenly asked again: "By the way... in this process, you shouldn't try to find survivors by shouting, right?"

"Of course not." Che Wuchen said, "From the situation at the scene, the prisoner may have been far away, and the other party may even be ambushed in a room, attempting to sneak attack the police officers who came to the scene, or wait for an opportunity to escape."

"So, you're keeping your movements silently, right?" Scram asked.

"That's right, I didn't even make footsteps before confirming the complete building." Che Wuchen replied.

"Okay, please continue." Skram said.

Che Wuchen pursed his lips and continued, "There is another corridor on the first floor leading to the canteen. There are several rooms in the middle of the road. I checked them one by one, but no more bodies were found. Then I walked back a while and went up the second floor through the stairs.

"From the second floor to the fourth floor, the basic building layout is the same - the places close to the stairs are offices, and adjacent to those offices are the lounges and toilets with fully equipped facilities; then walk in, there are several electronic doors with higher security levels. When I arrived, the doors were undoubtedly open... The area on the other side of the electronic door was toilets and dormitories with worse conditions than some prisons.

"I searched all the way from the second floor to the fourth floor. I saw twenty-seven corpses, twenty in the corridor, four in the office, and three in the toilet. All of these twenty-seven people were adults, and they all died outside the electronic door that was separated by two areas. The dead shape was all the heads left, and the body turned into liquid."

"That is, from the first to the fourth floor, the number of heads you see... falling on the liquid is thirty-one in total." Skram continued.

"Yes." Che Wuchen replied, "Then, I went to the fifth floor..." When he said this, his tone changed slightly, which shows that the situation on this floor is different from other floors. "The layout of the fifth floor is... 80% of the areas are 'treatment rooms', with a total of more than a dozen rooms, each with two beds with tie belts and several electric shock devices printed with the word 'therapeutic device'.

"Walking in and out to the deepest point, the innermost 20% of the area is separated by a state-of-the-art electronic door in the whole building; behind that door is a very spacious dean's office, a coffee room, a bathroom with shower, a monitoring room, and a direct elevator to the first floor parking lot.

“At this floor, I slowed down and carefully looked at each room, but no living person or corpse was found.

"So, in the end, I went to the surveillance room, called the police on the phone, revealed my identity and explained the situation."

His narrative ends here.

Skram listened and watched Che Wuchen's expression change. After he finished speaking, he was silent for a moment and said, "Well... I understand..." He nodded, "Then... let's check the time again before ending this record." He said, clicked a few times on the projection screen, pulled out a few short videos and digital records, and looked at the screen and said, "From the street surveillance, you came out of the clinic and met Officer Zhang at 18:22, and the car he used to deduct was at 18:27; since the section where the gate of the building of the Sunshine Teenager Behavior Correction Center is located is not monitored, inferred from the scene captured by the intersection surveillance 20 meters away, you should have arrived there at around 18:36, do you have no objection to these?"

"I only watched it twice before and after the whole incident. The first time was before leaving Dr. Cui's clinic. I looked at the clock on the wall. At that time, I remember it was around 6:30." Che Wuchen said, "The next time I looked at the time was when I called the police in the monitoring room. It was already 19:25... During this period, I focused all my attention on the crime scene and had no time to pay attention to the time. Therefore... if you have relevant evidence, I have no objection, and everything is subject to objective evidence."

After all, he is also a FCPS person, and he speaks without missing a word. When facing questions that may cause follow-up questions, he will not silly answer a short sentence of affirmative or negative first, so that the other party may directly CUT the content he wants to add later.

When someone asks this, the correct way is: first say what you want to say, and finally say it is affirmative or negative. If the other party interrupts you before you finish speaking and puts pressure on you and says "Just just answer 'yes' or 'no'", you ignore the other party and calmly repeat the sentences interrupted by him again until you say what you want to say in full.

These are the basic countermeasures when facing inducement and "lawyer clichés". People like Che Wuchen who are very familiar with the federal legal system and internal struggles will definitely not reveal any obvious flaws in this type of conversation.

"Ha..." After hearing his answer, Skram showed a smiley expression and said, "OK, your statement is very helpful, Agent Che, thank you for your cooperation." As he spoke, he had put away the I-PEN on the table, got up again, and stretched out his hand to the other party.

"You have to be polite, it's just a responsibility, even as an ordinary citizen, this is what it should be." Che Wuchen politely shook the other party's hand again, "Then... if nothing happens, can I go back?"

"Oh, of course." Skram suddenly seemed very kind, "I'll say hello to the director, you can wait a moment."

He turned around and walked towards the door.

But just one second later, he suddenly turned his head one hundred and eighty degrees with an extremely fast action, and looked at Che Wuchen in a terrible posture that would break a normal person's neck: "By the way..."

Skram's tone when he said these two words seemed to be "I suddenly thought of something, so I turned around and asked a question"; but in fact, he made this sudden move to see what the expression on the other person's face looked like... this "a moment that should have been relaxed".

However, Che Wuchen's expression has not changed since the first second he saw the other party, and it is the same at this moment.

There was only peace on his face.

Not to mention that you turned your head 180 degrees, even if you suddenly twisted your head off in front of him, he wouldn't blink any more.

"Is there anything else?" Che Wuchen looked at the other party coldly and asked, "Lieutenant."

"Haha... just call me Mark." Scram smiled and slowly turned his body over. "I just want to ask, if I have any questions about this incident... can I ask you to assist me in investigating it?"

"Yes, I'm also a person who can't rest..." Che Wuchen continued, "But..." He said, and stood up and walked straight to the door. "I think it's better for you and me to stay in the official field..." He paused and still called him "...Lieutenant."
Chapter completed!