When Zhuang Zhen and Song Rui entered the interrogation room, the sound engineer was sitting with his head down under a bright light. "You've come?" he heard their footsteps and slowly looked up, smiling, "How's Ruan Ye?"
This was a very ordinary question, as if it was just one acquaintance inquiring about the well-being of another old friend. But Song Rui caught a hint of anticipation in the emotionless pupils of the sound engineer.
"She's doing well, she'll be discharged in a few days," so Song Rui gave an answer that might disappoint the sound engineer. Since meeting with Van Gogh, Song Rui dared not underestimate any suspect. He had to admit that his past self had been arrogant and even contemptuous towards these people, but now he was more humble and cautious.
The sound engineer, who had been silent since being brought to the police station, was indeed disturbed, and in an instant, erupted in anger, pounding the table with his hands and exclaiming, "You're lying! She can't possibly recover! She's already gone mad!"
"She's not insane," Song Rui took out a tablet and played a video of the nurse feeding water to Ruan Ye. This was something he had prepared in advance, intended to provoke the sound engineer. He had wanted to ruin Ruan Ye, right? So, upon hearing that Ruan Ye was unharmed, would he lose his composure and lose his sanity? Once he lost his sanity, Song Rui was one hundred percent confident that he could get something out of him.
In terms of psychological resilience, he was not as strong as Van Gogh, but he was a high-IQ criminal. If they couldn't find a way to hit his weak spot, this interrogation would be a prolonged battle without any results. The evidence currently held by the police was far from enough to convict him.
In the video, Ruan Ye was drinking water slowly, her face pale, but her expression calm, as if she had completely escaped the shadow of being trapped for five days. However, in reality, she was heavily drugged, unable to lift a finger, let alone go crazy. After being admitted to the hospital, she began to scream and struggle violently, unable to speak a complete sentence and unable to recognize her parents, completely trapped in a state of hell.
The sound engineer stared fixedly at the video, his eyes instantly filled with bloodshot, as if he had been dealt a major blow.
Song Rui continued, "She's able to escape unscathed, you should thank yourself for showing mercy."
"Me showing mercy?" the sound engineer murmured, then went into a frenzy, smashing the interrogation chair, trying to escape from there. His face was full of hatred, to the point of accusing Ruan Ye. Unfortunately, the chair was too strong, and his hands and legs were shackled, making it difficult for him to move, and he was quickly subdued by the police who arrived after hearing the commotion.
"Let go of me, I want to kill Ruan Ye! She doesn't deserve to live! Let go!" The sound engineer was lying face-down on the table, but was still gritting his teeth, as if he might pounce and bite into the other person's throat.
Bearing that Song Rui felt the time was right, he calmly induced, "It was Ruan Ye who caused your sister's death, right?"
The sound engineer, struggling violently, suddenly froze.
"Are you seeking revenge for your sister?" Song Rui continued to guess.
The sound engineer began to struggle again, gasping for breath.
Song Rui adjusted his glasses and asked, "As far as I know, your sister committed suicide, and at that time Ruan Ye was studying abroad, unrelated to this matter at all. Are you shifting the blame?"
The sound engineer raised his head, glaring at Song Rui with bloodshot eyes, gnashing his teeth, as if he might go over and bite his throat.
Song Rui didn't hesitate at all and continued, "We also investigated your sister. She was classmates and roommates with Ruan Ye, and they had a very close relationship, but their personalities and life experiences were completely different. Ruan Ye excelled academically and had a great social life, while your sister had poor grades and was unpopular. We also heard that she had some questionable behavior in her personal life, which led to the entire class shunning her. Except for Ruan Ye, she hardly had anyone to play with during her three years of high school. She attempted suicide because of her difficult life. What does this have to do with Ruan Ye? Is it because Ruan Ye was better than her, that you resent her..."
Song Rui was unable to continue speaking because the suspect had already been completely provoked by his words. Even the two large policemen could barely hold him down, and he almost knocked them over. If it hadn't been for Zhuang Zhen's timely intervention, the handcuff chains might have been broken by him.
His hands and feet were cut to the point of bleeding by the metal restraints, but he didn't feel any pain at all. He only spoke with a tone full of deep-seated hatred, "You don't understand! Ruan Ye is the one who deserves to die the most! I'll give you a phone number, call my girlfriend and have her bring my things to the police station. After you see what's in there, you'll understand."
After the frenzied outburst, the suspect seemed to regain his composure, or perhaps he gave up struggling, and sneered, "Even if I chopped Ruan Ye into mincemeat, she deserves it!"
Zhuang Zhen glanced at the one-way mirror and, standing behind it, Liu Tao immediately grasped the situation and went to contact the suspect's girlfriend. Xiao Li followed him, shaking his head and sighing, "As long as the opponent is not a Brahmin, Dr. Song is still very capable! Look, he only took ten minutes to handle the killer."
The suspect's girlfriend soon arrived at the police station with a black wooden box. She seemed to have guessed something and handed the item to Liao Fang, tears welling up in her eyes as she said, "I had a premonition that he would go astray, but I never thought he would commit a crime. You must read this diary carefully. Rui Rui is so pitiful, she's really so pitiful!" Her hands were shaking heavily, seemingly unable to bear the weight in the palms of her hands.
Liao Fang put on gloves and, along with a forensic technician, began to inspect the diary. The contents inside, however, plunged them into a living hell.
At the same time, the suspect, whose hands and feet were bandaged, recited the contents of the diary with an almost lifeless tone, "Year XX09, September 1st, I started high school today and met a very cute girl named Ruan Ye. She and I are dormitory mates, and when the teacher assigned seats, we ended up as desk mates. My name is Huahui, and she is Yezi, we are a perfect match. What a strange coincidence, I want to be friends with her!"
"Year XX09, October 10th, Ruan Ye and I went to watch the senior basketball players. There was a very handsome player that everyone was cheering for! His basketball hit me, and he came over to apologize to me. His smile was like the sun blooming in front of my eyes. Yezi said his name is Gaofei. Gaofei, what a nice name!"
"Year XX09, October 27th, I confessed to the senior secretly, but I was rejected, and I felt so embarrassed. Why am I so embarrassing?"
"Year XX09, October 28th, Yezi found out about my confession to the senior, and she was very angry because she said she had been secretly seeing him for a while. I'm sorry, Yezi, I didn't mean to. If I had known about you and the senior, I definitely wouldn't have liked him! You are more important than the senior, you are my best friend!"
"Year XX09, October 29th, Yezi said that she would forgive me as long as I bought her a dress as a birthday present. But that dress is so expensive, over five hundred, and I don't have enough pocket money. My brother works so hard outside, should I tell him?"
"Year XX09, November 3rd, I don't dare to ask my brother for money, but luckily, it's the beginning of the month, and my brother sent me four hundred yuan for my living expenses. I just need to borrow a little from my classmates."
"Year XX09, November 4th, I finally got enough money, and I plan to skip night self-study tomorrow to go shopping with Yezi. When she wears the new dress, she will surely be very happy, right? Thinking about her happy, I feel happy too!"
The suspect recited these passages with an almost indifferent tone. For three years, he had been reading it day and night, and every word on it turned into a bloody imprint, etched into his mind, his marrow, and even his soul.
Zhuang Zhen and Song Rui listened quietly without interrupting.
The suspect paused for a long time before continuing, his voice suddenly becoming extremely hoarse, "Year XX09, November 6th, why? Why, why, why? Why did Yezi do this? Why didn't senior Gaofei save me? I really didn't mean to! I won't dare to like the senior again in the future!"
"Year XX09, November 8th, Yezi said she took a photo of me! Why did she treat me like this? I've already admitted my mistake! She wants me to continue going out with her tomorrow, I'm scared, but I can't refuse, otherwise she'll plaster my photo all over the school!"
"Year XX09, November 10th, the four of them were together again, and Yezi took pictures while I cried, begged for mercy, and kowtowed to them, but they just laughed and didn't pay attention to me!"
"Year XX09, November 13th, Yezi asked me to go back with her on the weekend, I wanted to escape, but I didn't have any money, they took all my money."
"Year XX09, November 16th, they made me mimic the actions from a show while they watched TV. I wanted to jump out the window, but Yezi held me back, the four of them beat me, burned me with cigarettes, cut me with knives, I was in so much pain, bleeding continuously, but I didn't dare to see a doctor."
"Year XX09, November 17th, I passed out today, and Yezi took me to the infirmary to see the doctor, and paid for my medical expenses. Yezi, you still care about me, right? If I sincerely repent, will you forgive me? You will, you must, because we are best friends!"
"Year XX09, November 19th, Yezi asked me to go out with her tomorrow, and I agreed. It was my fault before, and she must be feeling better now, right?"
"Year XX09, November 23rd, I behaved very obediently this time, and they didn't beat me, Yezi started smiling at me again, it's good."
"Year XX09, November 27th, Yezi said she didn't have enough money, and told me to think of a way, but what can I do? Yezi, I'm sorry, I'm useless."
"Year XX09, November 29th, Yezi asked me to accompany some uncles to play, I was very scared, but I couldn't refuse."
"Year XX09, December 1st, we earned a lot of money, and Yezi bought me a down jacket for over two hundred yuan, but I didn't dare to wear it, because I was very dirty."
"Year XX09, December 7th, I found that my classmates didn't want to play with me anymore. They said I was sick. No, I'm not sick, I'm just injured. Luckily, Yezi is willing to accompany me. Yezi, thank you, but when will you be willing to let me go?"
"Year XX09, December 13th, yesterday I hurt one of the uncles, Zhao Kai and Mao Xiaoming beat me with an iron rod, senior Gaofei hung me upside down on the door frame and cut my flesh with a knife. It hurt so much, I was bleeding a lot, in the end, it was Yezi who let me down, and gave me medicine, only Yezi would be good to me."
"Year XX10, January 18th, when I was in the hotel, an uncle hit me, and then the four of them beat me. I lost a lot of blood. Yezi said I had a miscarriage. I had a child? When did this happen? It's so terrifying! I'm still bleeding even now, what if it doesn't stop? Will I die?"
"Year XX10, January 20th, Yezi took me to the hospital for treatment, she is indeed a good person. I promised her that I would never tell my brother about this. My brother would be so ashamed, right? I'm sorry, I don't want this either! Brother, I'm really sorry, please forgive me!"
"Year XX10, February 17th, school is about to start, I'm very scared. I want to work with my brother, but he refuses. He's very angry, I've never seen him so angry before. Later I thought for a long time before I realized, he works so hard to earn money just to make sure I study well, even willing to give up his own education to support me, just to send me to a good university, and give me a good life. How can I waste his efforts? I'm sorry, brother, I won't make such unreasonable demands in the future, I will persevere, but when will this kind of life come to an end?"
"Year XX10, February 18th, school started today. Hell, I'm here."
When he reached this part of the diary, the suspect finally covered his face with his hands and cried uncontrollably. He couldn't continue, he really couldn't continue speaking a word, and the interrogation room was filled with nothing but his wailing.