Xu Hao succumbed to Li Xiang's lust and compromised.

In fact, he half-heartedly agreed. Among the tasks issued to him by the system, the rewards were graded according to his sense of immersion in writing the manuscript.

For reward, he needs to take a closer look at the so-called murderer.

The two of them walked slowly into the interrogation room. There were no windows and it was completely dark.

The interrogated person can hardly see anything, and the police will also be equipped with bright desk lamps. This is to give the other party a sense of psychological oppression, so that the other party's psychological defense line collapses and the other party confesses honestly.

"As promised, I can't guarantee Zhang Zhuang's mood once we get inside!"

"If you regret it now, it's still too late!"

Before entering, Xu Hao asked thoughtfully.

"Whatever, this kind of person has a strong self-esteem. If he speaks out, he will throw water away. I just want him to not recant his confession in court!"

Li Xiang waved his hand as if he didn't care.

Xu Hao nodded and looked at the other person's appearance and didn't care.

Holding the door handle and pushing the iron door open, there was no obstruction. A beam of light passed through the interrogation room at noon and shone on Zhang Zhuang's face, which was handcuffed on the chair, making him squint subconsciously.

After Xu Hao and the others closed the door and sat down, he recognized them.

Zhang Zhuang was stunned for a moment when he saw Xu Hao's face clearly, and then showed a fanatical expression.

He was about to speak, but the man in front of him suddenly spoke.

"I have a question. You modified the ceiling to be able to hold Zhang Qiang's body, and you clearly had enough time to stuff the body into the ceiling before the police came to the scene."

"Why not?"

Xu Hao asked in a deep voice. He agreed to come just to ask this question.

As long as the police didn't find the body immediately, there was no way Zhang Zhuang could be identified as the murderer or at best a suspect. And he could take advantage of the period when the suspect turned into a murderer to get rid of the body!

As long as the police don't find the body within seven days, no matter what happens next, Zhang Zhuang will be considered a success!

The enthusiasm in Zhang Zhuang's eyes froze when he heard this, and then he frowned.

"The ceiling is where I put my artwork. Why would I put such a dirty thing in there?"

Why let him in?

Xu Hao was stunned.

The next moment, he understood what the other party meant.

What does it mean?

Zhang Qiang doesn’t deserve to be put in!

Does this mean that you would rather face the death penalty than let your uncle’s body be placed together with the specimens?

The reason is just because it's a little dirty...

At this time, Xu Hao had a clearer understanding of this birth.

Before he could ask anything else, Zhang Zhuang spoke again.

I saw his face full of enthusiasm and his eyes full of hope. He stood up regardless of his hands that were handcuffed on the table, and looked towards Xu Hao.

"How's it going? How's the artwork I arranged!?"

"I haven't found any clues in these notes for four or five days. Isn't that enough to show my artistic level!?"

"Hey, do you think my artwork has a chance to be featured in the police's key cases!?"

"By the way, I previously thought about whether it would be better to pull out Zhang Qiang's teeth or keep them. Finally, I thought that art should be close to life, so I kept them. Do you think I should pull them out or keep them like me?"
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"And..."

There was no abuse, no praise, just a person who seemed to share the same mind as Xu Hao and shared his "artwork" crazily.

Xu Hao listened silently without any expression on his face.

Suddenly, he couldn't hold it back and laughed.

"Poof!"

The laughter was so sudden that the other two people present heard it and were all stunned.

"Why are you laughing?" Li Xiang asked with a frown.

"Sorry, sorry, it's so funny. A mentally ill person is discussing art with me, and he thinks he and I used to be friends. This is so funny!"

Xu Hao mocked mercilessly.

As he spoke, he leaned on the chair with a contemptuous smile on his face and pointed at Zhang Zhuang.

"Look, clown!"

"Quickly inform Batman that I have found the Joker. No, there is no Batman yet... But with you, I guess Batman can start filming earlier!"

"Yanhuang version of Batman, Han Marvel, DC!"

Li Xiang:???

What nonsense are you talking about!?

"Hahaha, who are you? The case you assigned is enough to praise you, and you also focus on the case. You are so beautiful!"

"By the way, I've wanted to ask for a long time, does White Eyed Wolf really have no cataracts?"

"Come on, look at the camera, compete with eggplants! This is so funny, I must save it and laugh with others!"

"The mentally ill prisoner who calls himself an artist is still a white-eyed wolf, hahahaha!!!"

Li Xiang was stunned. He looked at Xu Hao who was holding a mobile phone and wanted to take a picture, and he was completely stunned.

You don't protect the prisoner's emotions? Who would have thought that you would deliberately stimulate him!

Killing is heartbreaking!!!

Li Xiang was a little shocked, but Xu Hao's purpose was very accurate, which was to attack the opponent crazily.

Not only him, but also Zhang Zhuang's face froze. Hearing the words in his ears, shame surged into his heart, and his eyes turned red when he looked at Xu Hao.

His lips trembled a little and he stared at Xu Hao.

The whole person's chest heaved violently.

"Captain Li, now I need a more offensive word than birth!"

The moment he said these words, Zhang Zhuang couldn't hold back anymore. He clenched his teeth tightly, making a grinding sound, and a mist of water welled up in his eyes full of anger.

His inferiority complex prompted him to look for Xu Hao, hoping to get some comfort before his death.

But unfortunately, Xu Hao broke his fantasy!

Suddenly, big tears slipped out of his eyes.

Zhang Zhuang suffered a nervous breakdown. He just held his head with both hands and hid on the table, choking.

"Woo woo woo..."

Seeing this, Xu Hao smiled even more happily, pointing at him and laughing.

"Hahaha, the clown with low self-esteem is crying!!!"

Li Xiang:......

Li Xiang's eyes twitched, and he glanced at Zhang Zhuang, who had broken his guard and was very excited. He pulled Xu Hao and left.

Something's wrong!

In this novel, doesn’t it say that the criminal and the detective appreciate each other?

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Why is this so wrong with this man!?

Good guy, this sentence can be said to be a real injury and a critical blow, it pokes pain points everywhere!!!

"What are you doing, you boy!"

Walking outside, Li Xiang clicked his tongue and asked.

"Isn't that what you said? Tell him not to retract his confession. I am doing this. This kind of person is a weakling. Even if he kills someone, he is still a weakling."

Xu Hao said disgustedly, "The extremely urgent desire to prove oneself usually stems from low self-esteem. As long as I break his defense, I will have to take a detour whenever I see him in the future."

"Obviously, Zhang Zhuang has broken his guard, and I guess he won't threaten to withdraw his confession."

Xu Hao disliked it extremely. He didn't expect that being treated as a bole by this kind of Shabi was really bad luck.

It's better to be scolded!

However, after this, he also gained a deeper understanding of the other party's psychology.

‘Based on my many years of writing skills, I should be able to get a reward of 75%, right?’ Xu Hao thought to himself.
To be continued...