Bam!

The door of the interrogation room was suddenly pushed open, and a group of people filed in, instantly making the previously empty room feel a bit crowded.

Among this group were Wang Congshan's parents, her cousin Wei Linglan, and some others in black suits, obviously senior agents from the Special Affairs Bureau.

Wang Congshan's parents anxiously wanted to step forward, but were stopped by the Bureau's agents.

Wei Linglan glanced at Wang Congshan with flickering eyes, pursed her lips, and shook her head.

"I said, she shouldn't have come; she's still too impulsive."

A Bureau agent with an afro in a black suit sighed, his expression somewhat gloomy. "Our AI can perfectly simulate the voice of an ordinary person..."

"It's no use saying all this now."

Another thin man, who seemed to be the department leader, pressed his lips together and spoke calmly: "This was the plan we had scheduled earlier.

The AI-simulated ordinary person's voice is perfect, but it might not fool players who have attributes far above ordinary people and a wide array of equipment skills.

Moreover, they've known each other for too long and interact daily."

As agents of the Special Affairs Bureau, these two bore badges on their chests, showing they were part of the intelligence department. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

The afro-haired intelligence officer asked, "What do we do now?"

"The entrapment plan has failed, the assault team is already on it, let's take Comrade Wang back first."

The thin man from the intelligence department glanced at Wang Congshan, without any blame in his eyes,

Wang Congshan's face was pale, her arms trembled slightly due to excessive tension, yet she steeled her face and didn't back down a step, mustering the courage to ask, "Li Ang, he...

what will happen to him?"

The thin man, who was picking up a phone to contact other colleagues, looked up and said calmly, "Arrest, interrogation, elimination of suspicion or conviction.

Everything will follow due process; it won't be lenient nor wrong, you can rest assured of that."

"..."

Wang Congshan's palm trembled again,

Wei Linglan coughed lightly, stepped forward intending to take Wang Congshan's arm to drag her out of the interrogation room, but was gently shrugged off by the latter.

"He's not wrong!"

Wang Congshan's amplified voice echoed in the interrogation room,

In front, a dozen or so Bureau agents had already shifted their attention away from her, busy communicating with colleagues at the front line,

A dozen pairs of eyes shifted back towards her, Wang Congshan took a deep breath, her voice low and unlike her own, "He's not wrong."

"Alas,"

The thin man from the intelligence department sighed, "It's not up to us or you to say whether he's right or wrong.

Besides, do you know what kind of person he is?

Do you know anything about his past?

Do you know how many things he's hidden from you?"

Wang Congshan's face turned even paler, but she still stood there, lips tightly pressed, silent.

"You're about to be a member of the Special Affairs Bureau soon, you should understand some things,"

The thin man spoke calmly, "Before he became a player, he was already a suspect in serial murder cases... Ahem, more accurately, a suspect in those cases.

The earliest case can even be traced back to before he met you.

He designed and personally executed dozens, even hundreds of extremely heinous crimes, disguising the vast majority of them as accidents,

deceiving the relevant departments.

The methods he used were chilling to the bone—

Arranging accident scenes isn't easy, he needed to observe the victim's living habits over a long period, study their real-life interpersonal relationships, examine crime scenes, learn massive amounts of criminal investigation knowledge,

and plan the crime timing down to the minute and second.

This requires intense concentration, unwavering spirit, or a strong, hatred-driven motive,

and, above all, two key points: a disregard for human life,

and selfishness where he considered himself the center of the world."

The thin man paused for a moment, then slowly said, "This selfishness isn't narrowly defined as only planning for oneself,

but in a broader sense, a lack of empathy.

Based on this, a high degree of aggressiveness, lack of remorse and shame, cold-bloodedness, lack of frankness with others, overestimation of self, lack of awareness of personal character flaws, and extreme egotism developed.

These are all related to his unwholesome upbringing.

Just like watering the soil, corresponding fruits will grow.

To minimize suspicion and avoid arrest, he would design a scene based on the social and physical condition of each victim.

He would cleverly plan to kill the victim first, then set up related elements, erasing traces,

often having to personally handle, destroy the body to make the scene look natural.

In some cases, the extent of the body's damage even caused severe physiological discomfort to investigators,

especially when realizing such a tragic body was arranged bit by bit by a person, making it even more chilling."

Noticing Wang Congshan's stubborn expression, the thin man from the Special Affairs Bureau's intelligence department sighed and took a stack of photos from out of nowhere.

Seeing that stack of photos, Wei Linglan felt her heart skip a beat, spoke firmly despite the gap in status, "Chief Xu! She's still just a child!"

"This is something she needs to see."

The thin man, referred to as Chief, had his hands down, holding that stack of photos, and said calmly, "Besides, a seventeen-year-old player can no longer be called a child.

Even for her own sake, she needs to grow up."

Wang Congshan tightly clenched her fist, her fingernails digging deeply into the flesh of her palm,

She slowly opened her hand, her voice flat, sounding as if it wasn't coming from her own throat, "I want to see."

"Here."

The thin man handed the stack of photos over,

Wang Congshan took it, and as soon as she saw the first one, her eyes trembled violently.

Officer Wang Fengnian, who had been silently standing by, slowly released his sweaty wife's hand, walked up beside his daughter, and also saw the photos, the muscles at the corner of his eyes twitching slightly.

"This is his twenty-third case,"

The thin man said faintly, "By then, he had accumulated considerable experience in this field, becoming cold, cruel, and professional.

The two victims, a man and a woman, were peripheral figures in a human trafficking chain, well-hidden and escaped the pursuit of the year,

afterwards, they each got married, built their families and careers in the same city.

Upon reuniting on the street, old feelings rekindled, and they began a long-term affair at a hotel.

Your friend, upon realizing this, preemptively hid in the hotel room.

He exploited the fact that both victims had addictive habits, severely tormenting and ravaging their bodies,

staging the scene as if the two victims overdosed on their addictions substances, harming each other until death.

The entire torture process lasted two hours,

during which the two victims remained alive and conscious."

"Ugh—"

Wang Congshan put down the photos with a pallid face, covering her mouth to stop herself from retching.

Officer Wang Fengnian heavily patted his daughter's shoulder, taking the stack of photos from Wang Congshan's trembling hand.

"Now do you understand what kind of person your friend is?"

The thin man withdrew his gaze, calmly raising the perpetually shaking communication device, "Hello? Has he been subdued? Very good."