Chapter 209 There Are Always Villains Who Want to Harm Me

Cen Lian had never directly interrogated a mental patient before.

When he was a community policeman, he often came into contact with several serious mental patients in the area, but the most serious things these people had done were minor fights, which were not enough to be interrogated.

Zhang Quanfeng seemed to be more experienced, but after seeing Yao Weidong, he became tense and did not have the ease that a captain should have when interrogating a criminal suspect.

It seems that everyone is very cautious.

Wang Yuanteng followed Cen Lian in for the interrogation. In fact, he did not have to come this time, but the twists and turns of this case were much higher than expected, and he was also a little curious about Yao Weidong.

"Why did you arrest me? I tell you, I have escaped your control." This was the first sentence Yao Weidong said after seeing them.

Cen Lian frowned subconsciously. Didn't he say that he had returned to normal after treatment? Why did he say that he was still in a state of mental illness?

But he soon noticed that except for saying these words to them, all other behaviors of Yao Weidong were normal.

In other words, what he said just now should not be caused by mental illness.

This is consistent with his criminal record.

After a brief interrogation of the fixed process, the formal interrogation began.

"Do you know this person?" Zhang Quanfeng took out Yang Hongmin's photo.

Almost the moment he saw the photo, Cen Lian noticed that Yao Weidong's pupils suddenly shrank.

"I don't know him." He stiffened his neck and made a dead pig afraid of boiling water.

Zhang Quanfeng snorted coldly. Yao Weidong's expression and movements just now were too obvious. It was difficult for an old criminal policeman like him to miss it.

"Don't know him?" His eyes were fixed on Yao Weidong, "Do you want to think about it again?"

After Zhang Quanfeng said this, he kept looking at him without saying anything. Cen Lian and Wang Yuanteng also kept silent in tacit understanding. The whole interrogation room became so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Perhaps he was a little uncomfortable with this dull atmosphere. Yao Weidong twisted uneasily on the interrogation chair for a few times, looked at the photo placed in front of him by Zhang Quanfeng, and finally spoke.

"I know him. This is my attending physician."

After he said this, he shrank his neck slightly, and his expression was a little guilty.

This man is not good at deception. This is Cen Lian's first reaction when he saw him.

In fact, before Zhang Quanfeng used too many complicated techniques on him, he had already started to confess, which shows that he was very guilty after being summoned.

"Have you seen this set of clothes?" Cen Lian did not intend to waste time with such a person with such psychological quality. He directly placed the clothes left by the charlatan in the mountain crevice in front of Yao Weidong.

"This, I really don't know." Although Yao Weidong said that he didn't know, his eyes never left the clothes in the evidence bag.

It is obvious that he is very familiar with this set of clothes.

"Don't know?" Cen Lian laughed, "If you don't know why there are your fingerprints in the farmyard, we won't summon you for no reason. I advise you to tell the truth."

Yao Weidong lowered his head, but his eyes were restlessly glancing at Cen Lian and the others.

"I just don't know him!" He suddenly became agitated, "Are you guys going to harm me again? Don't try to control me. I will never be your running dog!"

Wang Yuanteng's mouth twitched.

He spoke in a very calm tone after Yao Weidong finished his first round of madness.

"If you go on stage with this kind of acting skills, the audience will boo you."

Cen Lian laughed out loud in his heart.

In fact, it is impossible to pretend whether a person is really crazy or fake crazy. Even the most skilled performing artists cannot act out what a person with schizophrenia looks like.

Because there is logic in acting, but every move of a schizophrenic patient can be illogical.

And Yao Weidong's actions just now were too much of a performance.

"I advise you to confess what you know. In this case, at most you are a person who knows but does not report or shields. As long as you can report and expose, we will strive with the procuratorate not to prosecute you." Zhang Quanfeng directly took out his trump card.

Both Cen Lian and Wang Yuanteng could tell that he was just making empty promises, and they were the kind that were impossible to achieve.

In fact, he was playing a very simple word game.

He said that he would negotiate with the procuratorate, but such negotiations would not guarantee results.

"Really?" Yao Weidong raised his head, his expression somewhat unbelievable.

"As long as you can be sure that you really didn't kill anyone." Zhang Quanfeng repeated again, his tone very affirmative.

Yao Weidong's expression was a little hesitant, and it can be seen that he is indeed very sober now, and even has time to think about the pros and cons of the matter.

"I swear I have never killed anyone, but I have seen others kill people." Yao Weidong finally spoke, "It was the owner of the clothes in your hand who killed people. I saw it with my own eyes, absolutely true!"

"Do you know what this person's name is and what he looks like?" Zhang Quanfeng's tone was impatience. Cen Lian sat next to him and noticed that the pen in his hand was shaking in a mess, showing the owner's messy thoughts at this time.

Yao Weidong shook his head.

"When I first met him, he was wearing a mask and the clothes you have in your hands. I knew that other people called him Venerable. Although this name is strange, I have always called him Venerable." His explanation was very sincere, "But I know he is not a local because he does not speak with our local accent."

"Is she the deceased you have seen?" Cen Lian asked.

"Yes," Yao Weidong nodded, "It is Doctor Yang."

He answered very straightforwardly, but his expression was not very good.

Cen Lian could see that he had some thoughts about Yang Hongmin's death.

"What does this 'Venerable' usually preach to you?" Wang Yuanteng asked the question he was most curious about when Cen Lian and Zhang Quanfeng were silent.

Yao Weidong's expression was a little strange for a moment.

"He is teaching us how to get rid of brain control," Yao Weidong said this in a low voice, and his expression was even a little pious, "He told us that our brains are indeed controlled by others, and they are constantly controlling more people."

Finally, it has a bit of a mental illness, Cen Lian thought to himself, and the expression on his face did not change as usual.

"And when he helped you 'relieve' it, he used killing people?" He even said it with some sarcasm.

Yao Weidong cleared his throat, looking very embarrassed.