In fact, Zhuang Zhen did not start the interrogation, first to put pressure on Fangaro and second to wait for the arrival of Dr. Song Rui. Considering that Fangaro is a person with multiple personalities, the diversity and complexity of his character, the uncertainty of his psychological state, far surpasses ordinary people, it's difficult for ordinary people to understand his thoughts, so Zhuang Zhen felt that it was necessary to invite a professional and highly skilled external expert to the scene.
Zhuang Zhen never overestimated himself, and naturally never underestimated his opponents. According to the few encounters, Fangaro was undoubtedly a very difficult opponent. His character was strange and unpredictable, his actions were erratic but flawless, as if there were flaws everywhere, but there was no way to catch hold of him.
Dr. Song Rui was best at analyzing the psychology of criminal suspects, so Zhuang Zhen invited him over.
Through Bluetooth, Zhuang Zhen learned that Dr. Song Rui had arrived and was currently watching from the adjacent monitoring room. Zhuang Zhen then opened the folder and prepared to begin the interrogation procedure. Luo Hong took out a recording pen and pressed the recording button.
Fangaro's left leg was initially crossed over his right leg, but he slowly and gracefully changed his sitting posture to have his right leg crossed over his left leg. At the same time, he turned his head to look at the one-way mirror just a few meters away from him, with a slight smirk on his lips.
The young officer standing beside Liu Tao widened his eyes and exclaimed in surprise, "Vice captain, he seems to be smiling at me! He shouldn't be able to see me, right?"
"Are you a rookie just joining the force? Fangaro knows that this mirror is a one-way mirror. He's provoking us! Damn it, this guy is a bit sinister!" Liu Tao rubbed his nearly bald head, looking both irritated and helpless.
Fangaro seemed to be covered in braids, but only those who had been in the police force for many years knew that the so-called concrete evidence was unable to charge him, at most, they could only hold him for twenty-four hours. If he didn't confess within those twenty-four hours, the police station would have to let him go.
"Doctor, whether we can successfully close this case this time depends on you and the captain," Liu Tao said eagerly to Song Rui.
"I will do my best," Song Rui nodded while flipping through Fangaro's psychological counseling records.
The two stopped talking because Zhuang Zhen had already spoken on the interrogation room side, "As a former idol star who was once extremely popular, how would you evaluate yourself?"
Fangaro smirked and said, "A star is just a beautifully packaged product, everything is fake and made to impress others, there's nothing to evaluate."
"Surely not everything is fake, right? Don't you have any real aspects?" Zhuang Zhen asked in a calm tone.
"Real things, even if they have a hint of falsehood, are also fake," Fangaro chuckled and shook his head.
Zhuang Zhen wanted to continue this casual conversation, but Song Rui communicated through the Bluetooth earpiece, "This approach is not effective on him. From the monitor, his facial expression hasn’t changed at all. I can't establish a reference point. Ask sharper questions to try to provoke his emotions or even enrage him. His mentality is too stable right now, we need to break that stability."
Zhuang Zhen remained silent for two seconds and quickly gave up the current questioning approach.
To deal with Fangaro, prior to the start of the interrogation, the special task force, under the guidance of Song Rui, established the entire interrogation process. First, Zhuang Zhen would casually chat with Fangaro in a gentle manner, asking irrelevant questions about daily life. In this process, Fangaro would not feel threatened, and most of the answers he gave would likely be true.
During this time, his eye movements, unconscious finger movements, and shifts of his feet would provide a basis for the interrogator and the psychological expert to judge if his words were true or false, thus determining the direction of the interrogation.
Additionally, getting Fangaro to open up also had another benefit. In the subsequent interrogation, it would be even harder for him to remain silent because he had just spoken so much. Suddenly not speaking anymore would seem very suspicious. To cover this uneasiness, he would definitely continue to speak, a kind of cognitive inertia. Once he spoke more, the interrogators would often obtain what they wanted from him.
This method often worked, even big drug lords like Taibane had sold themselves out in ignorant and oblivious situations.
However, now, Song Rui finally realized that the special task force had invited him to deal with a young celebrity in his early twenties, it was like killing a chicken with a butcher's knife, there was no way out.
Cameras were installed in every corner of the interrogation room, allowing a full view of the suspect's every move. Song Rui was now sitting in front of several monitors, frowning and gazing intently at the screen depicting the young man. His already fair skin seemed to glow under the bright lights, his eyes were dark and impenetrable.
As Zhuang Zhen began questioning, Fangaro continued to smile, without the slightest change in the curve of his lips, his eyes fixed on Zhuang Zhen, not even blinking, making it impossible to determine which side of his brain he was using to think. His hands were clasped together and resting on the armrest of the chair, his fingertips were slim and flexible, without any extra movements, his legs crossed, his toes naturally touching the ground, without any movement.
His posture was casual and elegant, yet it was also frozen like a sculpture, only his eyes were lively and penetrating.
Song Rui couldn't get any useful information from Fangaro's behavior, micro-expressions, or body language, so he had no way to establish a standard for truth or falsehood. Without a standard, Zhuang Zhen didn't know if his interrogation direction was correct or not. The interrogation plan they had devised was completely shattered by Fangaro from the beginning.
Following Song Rui's instructions, Zhuang Zhen took only a few seconds to change his approach and asked a sharp question, "Do you know that most of the online dirt about you was posted by Gao Yize? His impression of you seems very bad."
Fangaro smiled and remained silent.
Zhuang Zhen continued, "On the surface, he seems to take care of you, but behind your back, he freely defames you. Do you know the reason? Do you have some deep-seated enmity with him that prompted him to go so far against you?"
Fangaro smiled at Zhuang Zhen, shaking his head without speaking.
Zhuang Zhen intensified his verbal attack, "According to our investigation, from the debut to the height of STARS' popularity, all the resources used were provided by you. In other words, Gao Yize achieved today's success with your support. He has no reason to hate you. We also found out that he received information from an insider about your imminent expulsion from the Fang family, and quickly started spreading dirt about you on the internet. He was practically eager to destroy you. If you have no enmity, why would he do this to you?"
Fangaro still smiled at Zhuang Zhen, with no change in his expression, not even a fluctuation in his pupils.
Song Rui focused intensely on the monitor showing the young man, sighing, "This guy is absolutely flawless. I have no doubt that if there was a heart rate monitor here, we would see that his heart rate also hasn't changed. His emotional control has reached its peak."
Suppressing the sudden surge of frustration, Zhuang Zhen pressed on, "Your current situation must be very difficult, right? According to our investigation, you'll have to pay a penalty of 130 million, and several companies are suing you for hefty losses. Your popularity and reputation are gone, now you're getting criticized all over the internet. If it weren't for Gao Yize's betrayal, even if you were expelled from the Fang family, you could still have made a living in the entertainment industry. But look at you now. The entertainment industry no longer has a place for you. You have no education or skills, can only pawn your belongings for a living. What will you do when those are all gone? Beg on the streets? You've been ruined by Gao Yize, you're at a dead end, don't you hate him?"
An ordinary person would probably be seething with anger after such stinging words, but Fangaro continued to smile at Zhuang Zhen, showing no particular reaction. His body language and gentle facial lines indicated that he was genuinely not angry, rather, he seemed lounging and relaxed, as if listening to an interesting story.
Zhuang Zhen waited for two seconds, but the expected reaction didn't come, once again feeling defeated.
Luo Hong scratched his head, inadvertently revealing a trace of frustration. Why was Fangaro so difficult? Even without a lawyer, he knew exactly what to say and what not to say.
"Damn it!" Liu Tao, standing in front of the one-way mirror, couldn't help but curse, "Is Fangaro's mouth sewn shut? All he does is smile, not a single word! I want to give him a good punch just seeing his smile!"
"Vice captain, don't bang on the mirror, in case he hears," two young officers, one on each side, pulled Liu Tao away from the one-way mirror.
Song Rui took off his gold-rimmed glasses, rubbed his slightly painful forehead, and ordered, "Verbal attacks won't work on him, give him some visual stimulation."
The carefully planned interrogation process had been completely disrupted by Fangaro, and the special task force's interrogation methods were escalating step by step. Such special treatment was only given to extremely dangerous criminals and terrorists. Zhuang Zhen couldn't figure out how Fangaro had been trained to be as he was today; he didn't seem like a pampered rich boy but more like a sly old fox.
Once again adjusting his interrogation approach, Zhuang Zhen took out four photos from the folder and placed them in front of Fangaro, saying coldly, "Do you know them?"
Fangaro, who had been staring at Zhuang Zhen's eyes, finally averted his gaze downward.
The four extremely gruesome photos made the atmosphere in the interrogation room even colder. From left to right, the first photo showed the body of Gao Yize, who had fallen from a high place, with exploded brains and broken limbs, blood oozing on the ground; the second photo showed the body of a young man lying in a narrow alley, stabbed in the stomach, his bright red blood staining his clothes; the third photo showed a naked young man lying on the bed, with a broken index and middle finger on his left hand, a lot of blood flowing, a dark purple bruise around his neck, urinary incontinence, yellow urine and red blood staining the white bedsheet, a mess at the scene; the fourth photo showed a young man curled up next to the toilet, his mouth full of foam, with needle marks covering his bent arm.
The four photos depicted four gruesome ways of death, which were printed directly into Fangaro's eyes. Zhuang Zhen stared at him closely, afraid of missing any slight change in his expression.