Later on, Su Mo thought about it and decided to go take a look.
After all, his old man's wrath was no joke.
When he entered the interrogation observation room, quite a few people were already at work.
What caught his eye immediately was a massive one-way mirror.
On the other side of the glass, sitting on a chair, was Li Linfei—the first suspect waiting to be interrogated.
This glass was one-way, allowing people outside to see in, while those inside couldn't see out.
Moreover, the interrogation room was pitch-black, with only a powerful spotlight illuminating the suspect.
The room was also soundproofed extremely well—nothing from outside could be heard inside.
Through the glass, they could see Li Linfei glancing around nervously, clearly unsettled.
This was a scene he had never encountered before.
"Su Mo, why isn't he going in yet?"
Su Dahai asked in a low voice as he looked at Gao Sheng, who was flipping through the case file leisurely.
As captain of the criminal investigation team, Su Dahai also wanted to secretly learn something from this.
However, he knew nothing about psychology and couldn't make sense of what was happening.
"Dad, you can't rush interrogations."
Su Mo glanced over and whispered,
"In such a silent and oppressive environment, the suspect experiences extreme psychological pressure."
"Once his mind starts to unravel, the interrogation will go much more smoothly."
Su Mo immediately recognized Gao Sheng's technique.
Though it was a basic move, it was very effective.
"Oh, so that's how it works."
Su Dahai suddenly understood, nodding in amazement.
No wonder even the provincial bureau had invited this guy—he clearly had some skill.
"Huh?"
But a moment later, Su Dahai let out a confused grunt and turned to Su Mo.
"Back when I watched you interrogate suspects, you never did this kind of stuff."
"You just sweet-talked them until they spilled everything. Is this the difference between being trained and self-taught?"
As he spoke, Su Dahai nodded to himself in agreement.
"That must be it. You're self-taught, so of course there's a gap."
"So, Su Mo, no harm in letting you come here to learn, right?"
As he said this, he looked knowingly at Su Mo, wearing the expression of a seasoned veteran—"I've eaten more salt than you've eaten rice."
Su Mo was speechless.
Seriously?
I'm the one explaining it to you, and you call me a self-taught amateur?
This kind of trick? I just don't bother using it, okay?
"Dad, have you ever heard a saying?"
Su Mo said expressionlessly.
"What saying?"
Su Dahai asked in confusion.
"Great truths are always simple."
"Speak human language."
"Fine."
Su Mo sighed helplessly and said,
"It's actually pretty simple. The ultimate endpoint of psychology... is persuasion."
"The better you are at persuasion, the more advanced your psychology skills are."
"These little tricks here? They're just beginner level."
What Su Mo said would never appear in any psychology textbook.
Because it was something he realized only after reaching the peak of the field.
Of course, the most important part was his unique skill: "Speech Master," dripping with irony and power.
Upon hearing Su Mo's explanation, Su Dahai stared at him for several seconds before slapping him on the back of the head.
"Don't think your old man knows nothing—you're just spouting nonsense!"
"Psychology equals bullshitting?"
"You're the only damn one who could say something like that!"
"Watch closely and learn! See how a real master conducts an interrogation!"
With that, Su Dahai stared unblinking at Zhou Sheng walking into the interrogation room.
As for what Su Mo said, he didn't believe a word of it.
Psychology = persuasion?
That was way too far-fetched.
Su Mo looked to the heavens, speechless.
He knew being honest would just get him smacked.
Looks like I'll need to start using some actual professional techniques. These people just can't handle top-tier psychological theory.
Su Mo thought silently to himself.
On the other side—
As Zhou Sheng stepped into the interrogation room, everyone turned their eyes toward him.
The reason they were starting with the relatively unimportant Li Linfei was to gather more clues.
Zhang Penghao was a tricky subject. Only by understanding him thoroughly could they build a solid strategy.
And Li Linfei was the only point of entry they had right now.
As Zhou Sheng entered the room, Li Linfei immediately panicked and shouted,
"I confess! I admit to reckless driving and resisting arrest! Just lock me up for three years—I don't know anything else!"
By now, Li Linfei was already falling apart inside.
He had only been a race car driver before, and it hadn't been long since he joined the drug trade.
He had never faced something like this before.
So even before the interrogation started, he was already cracking.
"The crimes you just confessed to are small potatoes."
"If you come clean about everything, maybe you'll earn some credit by cooperating."
"But if you don't..."
Zhou Sheng's gaze turned icy as he said coldly:
"Then it won't just be a matter of three years in prison."
"Do you even know what crimes you're facing?"
BANG!
Zhou Sheng slammed the case file hard onto the table, the loud thud startling Li Linfei.
"You're trafficking drugs!"
"You know what the sentence is for drug trafficking?"
"Fifty grams—seven years. One hundred grams—fifteen years. One kilogram—death penalty!"
"You know how much fifty grams is? About the weight of one egg..."
From the moment Zhou Sheng laid eyes on Li Linfei, he knew exactly how to handle this guy.
Timid. Never experienced something like this before.
For suspects like him, being gentle won't work. You had to go full pressure.
You had to crush their mental defenses completely.
Once that barrier broke, the suspect would confess everything willingly.
And in this regard, Zhou Sheng definitely had skill.
Sure enough—
Before long, the interrogation ended.
They even managed to extract some useful leads.
When Zhou Sheng exited the room, the provincial investigators immediately surrounded him.
"How'd it go?"
Zhao Dehai asked eagerly.
"This guy, Li Linfei, hasn't been in the drug ring for long. He's just a driver, doesn't know much."
Zhou Sheng shook his head.
"But we did get some personal info and hobbies of Zhang Penghao from him."
"That'll be very helpful for the next interrogation."
As soon as he said this, the others were slightly disappointed—but not surprised.
As long as the next phase went smoothly, everything would be fine.
With the first interrogation done, Zhang Penghao was brought in next.
Just like before, Zhou Sheng took his time reviewing Zhang Penghao's personal file before beginning.
He was also letting Zhang Penghao stew a bit, wear down his mental guard.
It was clear Zhou Sheng had his own rhythm and method.
Orderly. Calm. Methodical.
"No wonder the provincial bureau invited him—just his professional demeanor puts normal interrogators to shame."
Su Dahai watched approvingly, then gave Su Mo a sidelong glance.
"See that, kid? That's what a trained psychology master looks like."
"Put away your persuasion nonsense. Say that in public, and people'll laugh you out of the room."
Su Mo was full of question marks.
This is a master?
He wanted to explain, but after glancing at Su Dahai, he just shook his head.
Explaining was pointless.
When the time came for him to show some real professional psychology, his dad would naturally be convinced.
Maybe... that time would come today.
With that thought, Su Mo looked up at the interrogation room where Zhang Penghao was sitting.
He had been left in the silent, closed space for over half an hour now.
However—
The man's expression was still calm and unreadable, his gaze steady as water.
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