When the young police officer tried to concentrate his thoughts, trying to resist the feeling of being read, Fanga Luo spoke softly.
He shook his head, his voice filled with melancholy, "I saw tears, many tears, tears shed by different people, in the drizzle, in front of the grave, a large bunch of lilies accompanied by the burial of a young life. You seem very young, five or six? But you already understand everything. You threw down the yellow rose in your hand, which was her favorite, but due to extreme sorrow, you almost stumbled and fell into the grave. Luckily you steadied yourself, but you still knelt down and cried out loudly. From that moment on, the anger has been burning in your heart, and will never be extinguished until death..."
"What, what is he even talking about?" Technician Xiao Li was getting a headache.
Fanga Luo's voice was otherworldly and ethereal, captivating the listeners involuntarily. Even more frightening was that he was able to seamlessly integrate the emotions of the context into every word he said, the poignant and desolate words pierced the listeners' eardrums and hearts like sharp thorns, causing an indescribable pain.
Yang Shengfei, who was being pointed at, had a cold expression, but his eye sockets had unknowingly turned red, as if he had been pulled back to the most painful and angry moment, even his soul was trembling. He wanted to punch the perspective mirror to stop Fanga Luo from speaking further, but his body was frozen in place by his fingertip.
Fanga Luo sighed lightly and fell silent.
Yang Shengfei was nudged by Xiao Li, and then asked repeatedly what those words meant, shaking as if waking up from a dream. He wiped away the tears that had filled his face at some point, opened the door to the observation room, and left in a hurry.
The loud slamming of the door nearly deafened Liu Tao and Xiao Li, and even Zhuang Zhen and the others in the next room heard it. Just by observing Yang Shengfei's reaction, they could tell - Fanga Luo had hit the mark again.
Xiao Li continued to pat his pounding heart, cautiously asked, "Deputy Chief, what did Fanga Luo mean by those words? Did someone in Ah Fei's family die? But his grandparents and father died from natural causes, there's no reason for him to be that angry, right?"
"I don't know either. Everyone has secrets, don't ask anymore." Liu Tao looked at Fanga Luo at the end of the perspective mirror, feeling an inexplicable sense of awe. Yes, everyone has secrets, and those who can see through their secrets at a glance are probably the most terrifying presence in the world. Perhaps this Fanga Luo really is a medium, a monster!
"There was a loud noise next door, I'll go check the situation." Luo Hong was still young, not very stable in mind, and left the room to find out. He really wanted to know if Fanga Luo's words had hit home, especially the part about Yang Shengfei.
Shortly after, Liao Fang walked in and took the place of the recording clerk. She looked at Fanga Luo with trepidation, apparently having heard some rumors.
Fanga Luo withdrew his left hand and turned to look at Zhuang Zhen, who was sitting opposite him, and slowly spoke, "Thirty-six scars in exchange for twenty-one merits, you are a hero. Your heart is constantly threatened by a remaining shrapnel, is that the reason for your discharge? But I can truthfully tell you, what will really threaten your life is not this piece of shrapnel, but yourself. Being too rigid makes it easy to break, that's my advice to you."
The injury record, merit achievements, reason for discharge, these were pieces of information that not even the branch director knew. In order not to be treated differently, Zhuang Zhen had requested the army to encrypt this information, and now, Fanga Luo had laid it all bare.
Zhuang Zhen never doubted that the military would sell the information of discharged soldiers, so his expression became even more solemn. The background of this person was probably more complex than what they had investigated.
Liao Fang stared at the chief, especially his heart, apparently believing these words.
Fanga Luo looked at Song Rui, who had been listening attentively, and smiled more gently, "Dr. Song, you are the most interesting person here."
"Oh? Please elaborate." Song Rui nodded politely, but in reality, he didn't care. It was just mind-reading, and people who were proficient in psychology would have some insight. Fanga Luo could deceive others, but not him.
Fanga Luo extended his right hand, holding it suspended in front of Song Rui's face, as if absorbing his emotions and energy. An invisible force enveloped Song Rui, making him stiff, and the previous nonchalance was suddenly replaced by a strong sense of threat.
At the same time, Fanga Luo slowly said, "I saw a black hole in your heart. No, to be more precise, it is an abyss."
The smile that had been hanging on Song Rui's lips disappeared at these words.
Vanguard Rao looked at Song Rui with interest and said, "Friedrich Nietzsche once said in 'Beyond Good and Evil'— "When you gaze long into the abyss, the abyss also gazes into you." Dr. Song, how do you interpret this?"
Song Rui's throat began to dry up, but he remained calm on the outside and answered the question with the original words, "He who fights with monsters should be careful lest he thereby become a monster."
"Yes, he who fights with monsters should be careful lest he thereby become a monster. Dr. Song Rui is absolutely right. There is another saying that goes like this: the one who defeats the dragon will eventually become the dragon. Just like the frontline police officers fighting against drug trafficking, a slight misstep could lead them to be corrupted by the drug dealers and engage in despicable acts. You are the ones closest to the abyss, so you are also the ones most susceptible to being consumed by the abyss."
Song Rui nodded politely, appearing to listen with interest, but upon closer observation, one could see that his tense demeanor had relaxed after hearing those words. He believed that Vanguard Rao had not seen through him and could not pose a threat to him.
Taking off his gold-rimmed glasses, he asked slowly while wiping them, "What are you implying? Am I corrupted by criminals and a parasite in the police force? Am I not qualified to participate in this interrogation?"
Zhuang Zhen's face was full of mockery, as if he had heard a big joke. He thought that Vanguard Rao wanted to play some tricks, but did not expect that the other party's attempts would actually sow discord. Perhaps this person also felt that Dr. Song's involvement was detrimental to him? What he didn't know was that as a consultant to the Ministry of Public Security, Dr. Song's family background and life experiences must be unblemished and aboveboard.
Out of personal affection, Liao Fang quickly denied, "You're talking nonsense! Dr. Song is a good person!" She pointed at her notebook with a pen, sounding frustrated, "Great! So you're here waiting for us! You're trying to sabotage the relationships within our task force!"
Vanguard Rao laughed as he shook his head, keeping his eyes on Song Rui, and slowly said, "Did I say that Dr. Song was corrupted by criminals? It's Dr. Song himself who drew the conclusion based on what I said."
Zhuang Zhen, crossing his arms, wore a cold sneer on his face, feeling that this kind of trick, if not revealed, would appear profound, but once revealed, could only be described as "clumsy." How much could Vanguard Rao, and who was Dr. Song? Did Vanguard Rao really think that his little scheme could deceive Dr. Song?
Liao Fang looked at Song Rui with an admiring gaze, silently lamenting, "Interrogation is truly an art. The back and forth between these two is like a battle of wits! But as the saying goes— 'evil may be powerful, but it is ephemeral', obviously, Dr. Song from our bureau is slightly ahead now!"
However, Liu Tao, who was on the other side of the one-way mirror, shook his head and whispered, "No, Dr. Song didn't get it right." When asked why he didn't get it right, he couldn't describe it, as only those present could understand the subtle feelings of being controlled by Vanguard Rao's fingertips and captured by his psychic power.
When Vanguard Rao pointed at them, his finger was absolutely accurate and adjusted the direction based on height or spacing. But when Song Rui pointed at them, it was just a speculative gesture, indicating their positions, without the same precise feeling. The two were clearly different!
However, Liu Tao wouldn't say this, so he remained silent. Xiao Li also opened his mouth as if he wanted to express a different opinion, but ultimately didn't dare to speak up.
Vanguard Rao applauded lightly and his face clearly showed the words— "You are right, you're amazing!"
This mocking attitude from Vanguard Rao angered Song Rui. The muscles on the side of his cheeks twitched slightly, as if he was gritting his teeth, but quickly softened into a gentle smile. However, what he said had nothing to do with being mild, "I forgot to tell you, I'm also very good at profiling. Oh no, according to you, this ability seems to be called psychic, right? Do you mind if I try it on you?"
"Please, go ahead," Vanguard Rao replied with elegance, holding his head slightly down, every movement graceful.
Looking at him for a while, Song Rui slowly said, "You are probably not the same as you were a month ago, are you? You are the alter ego of this body. You seem to have been dormant for a long time, because the eyes with which you observe your surroundings shine brightly, with the light of curiosity and novelty. You don't understand the outside world. You have set yourself as a gentleman, or more precisely, as a gentleman from the end of the Qing Dynasty or the Republic era, because you speak with the peculiar flavor of that era. The fact that you can replace the main persona indicates that you are a very strong-willed person, you take pleasure in toying with people's hearts, have no basic moral sense, and no legal awareness. Rather than saying you are a person, it is more accurate to say that you are more like a beast. Your body is full of animalistic traits, and that main persona has probably been devoured by you, treated as prey, right?"
Zhuang Zhen's disdainful expression gradually turned serious, his sharp eyes staring at the young man sitting opposite him with unwavering focus. He finally realized how dangerous this person really was. Even though the other party hadn't been involved in the recent series of murders, in a sense, he was already a criminal with blood on his hands!
Liao Fang covered her mouth in shock, watching Vanguard Rao's eyes flickering continuously, seemingly very anxious.
Vanguard Rao turned to Zhuang Zhen, speaking softly, "You doubt me, disdain me, guard against me, detest me. Your emotions are intense and based on those emotions, which were brought about because of me, it wouldn't hurt if I borrowed them, right?"
Zhuang Zhen still couldn't understand what Vanguard Rao was saying, but his hands were firmly held by the other party's hands, and then both of their hands held the insulated cup that Vanguard Rao had placed on the table.
The moment Vanguard Rao's skin made contact with Zhuang Zhen, a chill ran down his spine as the other party's body temperature was so low that it felt like touching ice. A kind of invisible magnetic field once again enveloped Zhuang Zhen, penetrating every pore, permeating his brain and heart, capturing all the emotions stored in these organs, and then pouring them into the insulated cup through the fingertips.
The flow of these emotions, the surge of thoughts, faint but clear, existed in every sensory cell of Zhuang Zhen. He became sluggish, as if enveloped in a thick membrane, and only the hands of Vanguard Rao, covering him, were the most acute and direct sensors of the outside world. His eyes were filled with horror, his mind was in turmoil, his heart was chaotic, but his two colleagues beside him had no idea of the intense experience he was going through.