sinovels Chapter 31: Childhood Sweethearts, Reunited!
Chapter 31: Childhood Sweethearts, Reunited!
"..."
Watching their departing figures, Su Nan tapped her fingertips lightly on the table, already starting to plan her return to school.
He hadn't forgotten that he was going to teach Zhao Yiheng a lesson he'd never forget after school.
Just then, Su Nan's cell phone suddenly started buzzing and vibrating in his pocket.
He took out his phone, and the name of the caller that popped up on the screen made him smile involuntarily.
He answered the phone, said a couple of times, then hung up, got up, opened the door to the interrogation room, and walked straight out.
"Wait, wait for us!"
Li Huimin and Fan Kexin exchanged a glance, both realizing they hadn't thanked the person in person yet, and quickly followed after them.
Just as she stepped out of the interrogation room, Li Huimin suddenly turned back and sweetly called out to Old Pu inside, "Master, I'll come see you again tomorrow. I'm going to catch up with Su Nan now; I have something to tell him!"
Before the words were even finished, the person had already disappeared.
Police officers came in and took away the three tomb raiders who confessed.
In the empty interrogation room, only Mr. Pu and Huang Yaopeng remained.
The cold, harsh light from the incandescent bulbs pierced their faces, reflecting their bewilderment and disorientation.
After a long silence, Elder Pu spoke first, his voice carrying a hint of confusion that he himself was unaware of.
"Disciple, tell me... what exactly did Su Nan do just now to break through the psychological defenses of these three people?"
He didn't understand, no matter how hard he racked his brains, he still couldn't understand or comprehend it.
He taught for thirty years and worked in criminal investigation for thirty years, possessing a deep understanding of every aspect of interrogation and every technique for breaking down psychological defenses.
But he watched helplessly as Su Nan, who had only spoken two sentences since entering the room, easily opened his mouth, a mouth he had been trying to pry open for a whole day and night.
What is all this about? How can it be so fantastical?
"Master, I...I didn't understand either...I really didn't understand..."
Huang Yaopeng clutched his hair with both hands, looking almost frantic, his eyes bloodshot.
"Master, he just tapped on the table, crossed his legs, said a couple of words, and didn't do anything else. What went wrong?"
He was also confused; his vast knowledge clashed sharply with the scene he had just witnessed.
"If we don't understand it, we'll analyze it, we'll reconstruct it, I refuse to believe we can't find the key to breaking the deadlock!"
Old Pu nodded slowly, reached out and patted Huang Yaopeng's shoulder, adjusted his reading glasses, and spoke with a stubbornness that refused to admit defeat.
Time passed slowly, and for the next half hour, in the huge interrogation room, an old man and a young man began to act out the scene again and again.
Old Pu sat in the seat that Su Nan had just sat in, imitating him by crossing his legs, tapping the table with his fingertips, and gazing at the ceiling with a deep look in his eyes, even pausing at the exact same time.
Huang Yaopeng, on the other hand, sat in the position of a tomb raider, cooperating with his master's performance.
But even though they imitated everything perfectly, from the way they entered the room to the rhythm of banging on the table and the way they crossed their legs, they couldn't find a single hint that could break a person's psychological defenses.
"I refuse to believe it!"
Unconvinced, they repeated the two sentences Su Nan had said, adjusting their tone, pace, and demeanor over and over again, but still to no avail.
"Can you sense who I am?"
Old Pu sat in his chair, trying hard to recall Su Nan's tone and expression, and asked Huang Yaopeng across from him.
This was yet another attempt by him; this was his hundredth time.
"..."
Huang Yaopeng sat opposite him, and a thought suddenly popped into his head.
Imagine he was one of three tomb raiders; how would he feel upon hearing this?
If he were in my shoes, he would probably say: I don't care who you are, I don't care who you are, if you're trying to scam me, no way!
He couldn't help but complain, "Master, there's something wrong with that statement itself. Shouldn't it be 'recognize'? Why use 'feel'? And those two words... how can a high school senior have such poor Chinese skills?"
Meeting someone is recognizing them! Emotions are what we truly feel! Feeling the coolness of a basin of water, or the sweetness of ice cream—that's the real way to use it!
Meanwhile, the boy, whom Pu Lao and Huang Yaopeng had repeatedly imitated and performed as if it were a textbook example, was completely oblivious to what was happening in the interrogation room.
Su Nan had already left the police station and was walking along the street.
I hailed a taxi and arrived at a food stall.
"Whoosh!"
The evening breeze carried the aroma of the night market, the smoky scent of barbecue mixed with the smell of cumin, making one's stomach rumble.
The plastic tent was erected high, and it was filled with customers drinking and playing drinking games, making a lot of noise and full of everyday life.
The phone call Su Nan received at the police station earlier was from Shen Jianping.
He grew up in the village with Sunan since childhood, and joined the army last year, becoming a soldier.
I had a day off today and happened to be in Wuhan, so I made a special trip to meet up with my childhood friends—a group of four—to catch up and chat.
at this time,
Su Nan had just paid the taxi fare and closed the car door when she saw Shen Jianping standing at the entrance of the food stall.
He was wearing a black short-sleeved shirt, his skin tanned dark, and he had grown taller, with broad and solid shoulders and back.
Upon seeing Su Nan, his eyes lit up immediately. He strode over and gave him a big hug without saying a word.
"Cough cough cough." Shen Jianping coughed twice, put his hand on Su Nan's back, and said with a grimace.
"Well done, kid. You've grown so much stronger in just one year. I've been in the army for a year and I've been suffering in silence."
When Shen Jianping saw his old friend again, he wanted to show off the results of his year of practice to Su Nan.
He had put extra force into that hug just now, trying to show off and give Su Nan a hard time.
Unexpectedly, Su Nan had just retaliated in kind, causing him to cough.
"If you hadn't put in the effort, I wouldn't have reciprocated." Su Nan patted his shoulder with a smile.
"Well, I tried to show off but ended up being the one being shown off."
"I only used half my strength just now, how much did you use?" Shen Jianping chuckled, put his arm around Su Nan again, and whispered in Su Nan's ear.
"Maybe 50%," Su Nan replied casually.
He said it was 50%, but in reality, he didn't even use one-thousandth of his power.
With its divine strength to carry mountains and chase the sun, it can even drag two mountain peaks with incredible speed, which shows just how powerful it is.
If even a fraction of this divine power were used, no mortal could withstand it.
If he hadn't stopped, Shen Jianping would be lying on the ground by now.
Don't drink alcohol tonight, go straight to the hospital for an IV drip and anesthetic.
"Good lad, haven't seen you in a year, and you've got a better mouth than me." Shen Jianping laughed and punched him, not taking it seriously.
These brothers grew up in the same village, practically naked, and never bothered with polite manners; they just did whatever made them happy.
Brothers are meant to be betrayed; that saying has never been wrong.
The two hadn't even exchanged a few words when
A roar of an engine grew louder as it approached, and a black Mercedes pulled up smoothly in front of the food stall, its headlights flashing twice.
The car door opened, and Shen Yuqi was the first to get out.
He was wearing a floral shirt, his hair was slicked back, and after getting out of the car, he casually slammed the door shut, his face beaming with undisguised smugness.
The passenger door opened, and a girl in a white dress got out.
Her name is Shen Wenjing.
She is a top student at Jiangcheng No. 1 High School and also Su Nan's childhood sweetheart, someone she grew up with without any romantic feelings.
The four of them were childhood friends and had a good relationship.
"Wow, Yuqi's driving a Mercedes now, she's really made something of herself!" Shen Jianping's eyes widened, and he immediately abandoned Su Nan, circling the Mercedes, touching the car body and clicking his tongue in amazement.
He opened the car door and sat inside, patting the leather seats with an envious look on his face: "Su Nan, come and sit down too, and experience the thrill of this luxury car."
Shen Jianping leaned out of the car window and waved to Su Nan, saying with a sigh, "This car is very expensive; I'm afraid I'll never be able to afford one in my lifetime."
"Su Nan, you should study hard and get into a good university in the future. Maybe you can get a car and use it to pick up girls when you're fashionable. It'll definitely be a good tool."
"..." Su Nan stood still, just smiled, but didn't move.
In no time,
The four of them sat down around the round table at the food stall.
The plastic stool creaked under the weight, and freshly grilled meat skewers sat on the table, oil droplets still sizzling down.
After sitting for only a short while, Su Nan realized something was wrong.
All night long,
Shen Wenjing didn't say a word to him, and didn't even glance at him. She just kept her head down and ate her rice, poking at the rice in her bowl with her chopsticks. Her face was tense, clearly showing that she didn't like him.