What is a medium? Traditionally, a person who can communicate with spirits, gods, and ghosts is called a medium. They can communicate with spirits and gods, discern the past, and predict the future. They can see through people's thoughts when they first meet them and understand their life stories. However, the abilities of mediums are a subject of debate worldwide.
It's clear that the members of the special task force are advocates of science and atheists, and they don't believe in the so-called mediums. They have been working hard for a long time and have devised many plans to break through Fānqiéluo's psychological defenses. However, when they thought they were finally going to get some results, what they received was such a ridiculous answer. How could they not be angry and annoyed?
Am I a medium? What does that mean? So, those death sketches and death announcements, were they scenes Fānqiéluo saw when communicating with spirits? He had no connection with these cases at all? He didn't even know the true identity of the killer? Who is he trying to deceive?
Liú Tāo burst into laughter, pounding the table, "What is this? What did he just say? Did I mishear?"
The two young police officers shook their heads, both looking puzzled. After questioning and questioning, they ended up talking about spirits. This case was probably the most difficult, bizarre, and absurd case they had ever encountered.
In the interrogation room, Fānqiéluo had completely moved away from Chuāng Zhēn, and sat back in his seat, continuing to fiddle with a pile of photos. When his breath dissipated, Chuāng Zhēn, who had been controlled by an invisible magnetic field, once again had the freedom to breathe. This feeling was subtle and mysterious, but Chuāng Zhēn didn't want to think too deeply about it.
Fānqiéluo often sees a psychologist. Maybe he studies psychology privately. He may have tried to suggest something to me earlier. Chuāng Zhēn quickly found what seemed to be a reasonable explanation and refocused on the interrogation. Setting his mind, he gritted his teeth and said, "Are you implying you can communicate with spirits? Did you see Gāo Yīzé's death while communicating with spirits?"
"Exactly," Fānqiéluo smiled and nodded.
"And the deaths of Wáng Wěi, Zhào Kāi, and Máo Xiǎomíng?"
"I don't know who the killer is," Fānqiéluo stared at Chuāng Zhēn for two seconds, then suddenly smiled lightly.
Chuāng Zhēn's last nerve was at its breaking point, thinking he could ease up, but was abruptly cut off by this 180-degree turn of phrase. The vein on his neck throbbed rapidly, and when he spoke again, it sounded as if fire could come out of his mouth, "Fānqiéluo, are you playing me?!"
"What do you mean, playing me? Is that fun?" Although he said this, the steadily deepening arc of Fānqiéluo's smile showed that it was indeed fun.
Just as Chuāng Zhēn was about to explode with frustration, Fānqiéluo approached a bit more, and at the tip of his nose, chuckled, "Of course, I saw it with my eyes, but they were just some blurry light and fragments, nothing clear. How could I know who the killer is? Have you not heard, there is a kind of person in the world who doesn't need any tangible contact. They only need a hint or a flash of thought to understand many things. Their eyes can see the past, discern the present, and unveil the future. They can see what you see through your eyes, smell what you smell through your nose, taste what you taste through your tongue, and even probe your thoughts through your mind."
Fānqiéluo extended his pink tongue and lightly licked his crimson lips, and his originally pitch-black pupils had inexplicably become hazy, resembling a supernatural creature.
His words were illogical and conceptually vague, making it impossible for people to understand what he was trying to convey. But no one could resist watching him, listening to him, and thinking about him. When he revealed his most authentic self, no one could resist the bewitching charm.
Chuāng Zhēn was blown by his breath and couldn't move forward or backward, as if his entire body was tightly enveloped by an invisible magnetic field, and he could only remain in place. His expression remained cold, and his eyes remained sharp, but a fine layer of goosebumps crept from his cheek to his neck, revealing his uncontrolled agitation.
Fānqiéluo leaned in once again. When their noses were about to touch, he inclined slightly, sneering at him, and continued, "As long as I'm willing, your perception is my perception, your thoughts are my thoughts, your past is my past, your present is my present, and your future can also be my future. You have six senses, eye-consciousness, nose-consciousness, tongue-consciousness, ear-consciousness, body-consciousness, and mind-consciousness, while I have eight senses, beyond the six senses, I have Maran testimony and Alaiva consciousness. You can only use your body to understand the world, while I can mobilize all my senses, including my consciousness, to explore the unknown. Everything in the world is a medium for me."
Fānqiéluo slowly leaned back, and at the same time, the invisible magnetic field also receded. This feeling of being controlled by a magnetic field was inexplicable, making Chuāng Zhēn's hair stand on end.
Fānqiéluo's red lips slightly parted, and he said leisurely, "Someone like me seems to be called a medium by the outside world."
"Okay."
"You saw their deaths, but couldn't see the killer's face?"
"I told you, the image was too blurry," Venkatar softly answered these questions. His attitude had completely changed, from initially being silent to now being responsive, as if he had finally compromised.
However, Zhuang Zhen was not happy with this compromise, and instead angrily slammed the table, sternly reprimanding: "Medium, foreseeing death? Such ridiculous talk, do you think you can fool anyone? Venkatar, I advise you not to resist anymore, come clean now!"
Venkatar smiled, without responding.
Song Rui in the monitoring room finally couldn't sit still anymore, and interrupted Zhuang Zhen's questioning through the Bluetooth, "Lao Zhuang, don't ask anymore, he won't tell the truth. Don't you see, we are already under his control. First, he agitated us with silence, and then provoked us with these strange words, causing our thinking to become confused. Our questioning plan has been completely disrupted by him, and it seems we have fallen into his rhythm. Continuing to question will be futile, we won't get any useful information unless he's done playing and wants to end this game."
Zhuang Zhen fell silent, seething with anger but powerless. He had to admit that Venkatar was indeed toying with the task force. From the beginning of the case to now, everything was within his control. The task force was in a state of chaos and anxiety, while he was calm and unhurried.
Zhuang Zhen opened the lid of the thermos and took a big gulp of water, trying to calm down.
Luo Hong woke up belatedly from the magic released by Venkatar, then blushed. My goodness, how did he lose focus just now? Apart from Venkatar's voice and smile, everything else was a blank slate in his mind. This person, even if he wasn't a real medium, was still a terrifying presence. With such brainwashing abilities, no wonder he rose to prominence so quickly before!
Song Rui organized the materials and said cautiously, "Lao Zhuang, take a rest, let me interrogate."
As an advisor, this was the first time Song Rui had participated in a face-to-face interrogation. In the past, he only had to draw up an interrogation plan for the detective team to solve a case, but now it was different. He was dealing with Venkatar, a man with a steadfast mentality who could instantly control the room.
Zhuang Zhen breathed a sigh of relief internally but didn't show it. After finishing his water, he tightened the lid of the thermos and placed it on the table. Just then, Song Rui walked in, and greeted Venkatar with a friendly smile.
Luo Hong quickly gave up his seat and brought over another chair to sit on the side to take notes.
Venkatar casually glanced at Song Rui, then looked away, but then quickly fixed his gaze on him, and then smiled with interest.
Song Rui nodded to Venkatar and began the interrogation after briefly exchanging materials with Zhuang Zhen: "Venkatar, hello, I'm Song Rui, a psychology expert. I heard you have multiple personality disorder, and as an authority in this field, I should be able to help you answer some questions about your condition. Let's put the case aside and talk about your illness. What do you think?"
No multiple personality disorder patient would be indifferent to their own condition, especially someone like Venkatar with a strong desire for control. If he was the primary personality, he would definitely want to know how to destroy the secondary personality, and if he was the secondary personality, he would definitely want to find out the secret to surpassing the primary personality. In any case, if he was willing to speak, Song Rui would be able to extract information from him, as this was his area of expertise.
However, unfortunately, Venkatar was unwilling to engage with him. After more than an hour in the interrogation room, he was truly getting bored. He pushed the photos aside, curved his slender fingers, and tapped the table rhythmically, creating a sound that seemed to directly strike at everyone's hearts, causing them to involuntarily look at Venkatar and then listen attentively.
This was Venkatar's magic, if he wished, he could easily captivate anyone's soul, even people as tough-minded as Song Rui and Zhuang Zhen.
Zhuang Zhen looked at Venkatar uncontrollably, seething with anger but with no outlet to vent it.
Song Rui's questioning was also unable to continue, and he had to adjust his gold-rimmed glasses on his high nose bridge. He tried to use this action to break free from Venkatar's psychological control, but was not successful, and his mind couldn't help but churn.
When everyone looked at him, and adopted a listening attitude, Venkatar slowly began to speak again: "I'm sorry, my time is limited, and I can't waste any more of it. I am a medium, this is beyond doubt, and not a single word of what I said before was a lie." He extended his left hand, opened his palm, suspended it over the crystal, and closed his eyes to feel for a moment.
Zhuang Zhen, Song Rui, and Luo Hong looked at him with confusion, not knowing what he was doing.
People held captive by his palm unconsciously walked to the crystal, and exclaimed in surprise, "Is he communicating with spirits? This looks quite credible!"
While the three were discussing, Venkatar's outstretched fingers slowly closed, and he moved his slender index finger a few centimeters to the left, and slowly said, "This is a man, around forty-five years old, with a lot of energy in his body, so he has a bit of a bad temper."
Zhuang Zhen smirked, coldly watching to see what other tricks Venkatar could pull.
Song Rui listened attentively, then nodded slightly, as if to say he was listening to everything.
Luo Hong was half-believing, half-doubtful, looking puzzled.
But the three people standing in front of the crystal were stunned because Venkatar's fingertips were pointing directly at Liu Tao's nose, and his description of the middle-aged man's characteristics matched Liu Tao very well.
"Who wouldn't say such vague words? Give me a wizard's flag, and I can also fool people," Liu Tao sneered as he tilted his head and tried to move away, but the moment later, he froze in place. Because as he dodged, Venkatar's fingertips also moved with him, still pointing directly at his nose.
Liu Tao: ...
Two young police officers standing by were uncertain and said, "Can he, can he see us?"
Venkatar closed his eyes and listened to the echo in the void, lightly hooked his lips, and said teasingly, "Fatty? What's that term of address?"
Zhuang Zhen's cold stare flickered sharply for a moment, because "Fatty" was the nickname that Liu Tao's mother had given him since he was a child, and now the person stood behind the glass.
The other members of the task force also knew Liu Tao's nickname and had teased him about it more than once. According to logic, Venkatar shouldn't have known about this; where did he get this information? Perhaps he had an acquaintance in the police station who revealed this to him?
The members of the interrogation team felt their thoughts churning and their hearts pounding.
Undoubtedly, Liu Tao's heart was beating the fastest. He stood stiffly in place, his eyes fixed on Venkatar, filled with emotions of disbelief and suspicion.
"Fake, is it fake?" Liu Tao mumbled almost inaudibly, but before he finished speaking, Venkatar slowly began to speak again, "In the north, there is a small farmyard with a fence covered in vines, which are full of red, white, pink, and purple flowers. Hmm, let me see, those flowers seem to be bougainvillea. An old woman stands under this flowery wall, gazing in the direction of the capital, hoping you will come back with your wife and child, she misses you very much."
"A small farmyard with a fence covered in bougainvillea, isn't that my hometown? Did he see my mom? No, this can't be right, he must have investigated me in advance!" Liu Tao began to doubt life, and took out a few more strands of his already thinning hair.
"This is too unbelievable, I don't believe it!" Two young police officers standing next to Liu Tao shook their heads steadfastly, but their determined expressions were beginning to crack.
Just then, a phone in the monitoring room started vibrating. The three of them, who were almost petrified, quickly turned to find Liu Tao's phone, with the screen displaying two words - 'Mom calling'.
Liu Tao nervously answered the phone, and before he could say "hello," his mother's sturdy voice came from the other end: "Fatty, you were too busy with the case during the New Year, Mom really misses you. You said you'd take leave and come back after the spring, when are you free? Bring Qianqian and my grandson, I'll cook your favorite dishes for you all!"
Liu Tao eagerly agreed several times, and after hanging up the phone, he looked at Venkatar in front of the crystal, feeling a sense of awe rising from deep within.