The interrogation room had a smell of disinfectant, the walls were newly painted and spotless, the table and chairs were new, and the light bulbs on the ceiling shone brightly, emitting strong light and heat, making it not feel cold even when sitting still.

  There is no window, only a door wrapped in iron sheeting.

  There should be an observation window or surveillance equipment on the wall behind.

  This scene seems familiar to Xiang Tianliang.

  He even bitterly thought that there should be his seat on the two leather chairs beside the dark red table opposite him.

  Fate plays tricks on people, and destiny is unpredictable; I'm afraid it's unlikely that I'll ever sit in that position again.

  Chinese Language 93, Mathematics 98, Formal Logic 98, English 91, Jurisprudence 95, Criminal Law 94, Criminal Procedure 92, Psychology 95, Forensic Medicine 92, Interrogation 94, Investigation 93, Trace Evidence 95, Physical Education 100, Hand-to-Hand Combat 100, Firearms 100, Driving 97, Practical Course 95, Thesis 93

  That long transcript, which consumed four years of youth towards the dawn, seems like yesterday's efforts and sweat, but has already become a fleeting cloud and memory.

  Prodigy? Xiang Tianliang leaned against the back of the wooden chair, laughing at himself. The nickname given to him by the class leader, Little Sherlock Holmes, seemed to have become a mockery.

  The iron gate creaked open and three policemen walked in, wearing brand new 92-style police uniforms that made them look particularly spirited and majestic.

  A man relies on his clothes, a horse relies on its saddle. As the core strength of a national machine, just one set of uniforms can possess basic deterrence.

  Still led by Yu Zhonghao, the first team of the Criminal Investigation Brigade, should be the Major Crimes Team, but at the age of 34 or 35, he has already become the team leader, with a promising future.

  That man with a vicious look on his face is Zheng Junbo, the deputy captain of the first squadron, in his early forties, with a sturdy build, who just punched Xiang Tianliang in the police car.

  The young man holding the file bag is naturally a recorder, his eyes are a bit shy, and he should be a small bird from some vocational school.

  Yu Zhonghao stood there, apparently, the presiding judge was Zheng Junbo.

  "Name, age, birthplace, address..." As expected, Zheng Junbo spoke with a stern face.

  Silence.

  "Bang." Zheng Junbo slammed his fist on the table.

  "Hey kid, what's up with you?"

  Continue to be silent.

  Zheng Junbo sprang up from the ground and rushed over, his hands arriving before he did, bringing a gust of wind that struck Tian Liang's face.

  Xiang Tianliang sat there, his body still and his head moving, barely avoiding Zheng Junbo's incoming slap. With a lift of his right hand, two fingers poked into Zheng Junbo's chest.

  Zheng Junbo's sturdy body shook violently, letting out an "ah" as he stiffened for a second or two before heavily falling onto the cement floor.

  Yu Zhonghao and the recorder rushed over, they were blocked by Zheng Junbao's body and didn't see Xiang Tianliang make a move. According to normal reasoning, it should be that Zheng Junbao used too much force and choked himself.

  Even if someone is watching in the observation room, they can only see his head dodging towards the sky and cannot see his move.

  One of the ultimate techniques, "Two-Finger Zen", allows the user to instantly concentrate their entire body's power into two fingers. Tian Liang only used 70% of his strength and was still able to put Zheng Junbao in the hospital for half a month.

  Damn it, who let this guy punch me?

  Even the most skilled doctor can only see a small red spot on Zheng Junbao's chest, like a flea bite.

  Yu Zhonghao called over a few police officers and had Zheng Junbao, who was still unconscious, carried out. He himself remained calm and unruffled, sitting at the edge of the table as if nothing had happened.

  The clerk also sat back in his seat.

  Yu Zhonghao smiled kindly and took out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter.

  "Will it work?"

  "I'm learning." Tian Liang replied with a smile.

  Yu Zhonghao nodded slightly, and the recorder took over the cigarette and lighter and walked over.

  He didn't hesitate to light a cigarette and take a drag, savoring the smoke with ease.

  No wonder, learning to smoke should be one of the easiest things in the world, he thought, and at least he was qualified in action.

  Yu Zhonghao lit one himself.

  "Not even a thank you?"

  "Tobacco and liquor are inseparable."

  "Shall we get started?"

  Pointing to the materials in the record clerk's hand, he smiled and said:

  "Senior, that's my file, it must be more detailed than what you asked, so let's skip the prelude."

  "Senior? Do you know me?" Yu Zhonghao was somewhat surprised.

  "To Tian Liang: 'Capital City Police University, Criminal Investigation Department, 84th class, second group, name Yu Zhonghao, student number 03719842181. During the internship, I captured a B-level wanted criminal issued by the Ministry of Public Security and was commended in a circular letter, with one second-class merit recorded.'"

  Yu Zhonghao slowly revealed a smile, "So, you're my junior?"

  "I dare not, I dare not reach high, just call once, that is my respect for heroes."

  Yu Zhonghao laughed and said: "Hehe... I dare not compare with you, we were in a junior college setting at that time, only three years, many things can't be learned yet."

  Xiang Tianliang shook his head, "That's enough, I'm this kind of person, if you want to catch me, just reach out and grab me."

  "Still emotional? No way, I heard you're a very calm person."

  "It's just flattery, Captain, don't take it seriously."

  Yu Zhonghao flicked his cigarette ash and looked at Xiang Tianliang, saying: "Xiang Tianliang, you shouldn't be unaware of why we've invited you here, should you?"

  It's starting now.

  "Confession." Two words spat out of Tian Liang's mouth.

  "Then let's change the subject, towards Tian Liang, have you heard that Deputy Director Yu Feilong of the Construction Bureau had his home burglarized?"

  "I've never heard of it."

  He responded without hesitation, "I've heard it said that one push can lead to three, five, or six," because he knew that if he said "I've heard of it", Yu Zhonghao would relentlessly pursue him, asking who told him and what exactly he had heard, thus falling into the trap set by the interrogator.

  "Indeed worthy of Little Sherlock Holmes, not a single drop of water is leaked." After a pause, Yu Zhonghao continued, "Xiang Tianliang, since that's the case, then let's make things clear."

  "I'd like to hear more about it."

  Unexpectedly calm and composed.

  "It's like this, last Wednesday night, a theft occurred at Yu Feilong's home. Based on the initial clues we have obtained, two hours ago, we legally searched your residence and office."

  Yu Zhonghao changed his gentle face and stared at Xiang Tianliang with sharp eyes.

  Tian Liang was shocked, they actually came up with such a move, luckily, fortunately, he had handed over the 11,000 yuan to Li Yajuan for safekeeping beforehand, otherwise, they could have used the money as evidence of guilt, making it impossible for him to defend himself.

  "Please go on."

  Yu Zhonghao secretly admired him, what a calm and collected guy.

  "Hey Tian Liang, you know what we found in your place?"

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