Who would study psychology unless they had some issues?!-Chapter 412 - 405: Life Sentence in the Prison of the Body

In the room, the caregiver and the guard each adhere to their own duties.

The caregiver watches Lin Lulin, preventing the visitor from harming the prisoner in a moment of agitation, or from saying something provocative that could cause an incident with the prisoner.

The guard has more to watch out for, mostly to prevent the prisoner from suddenly attacking someone; but considering Lin Lulin’s current physical condition, he is somewhat relaxed.

So he curiously scrutinizes Nan Zhubin.

It’s not about charm—in prison, looks don’t matter.

Behind the bars, there are plenty of people who committed crimes because of their looks, many resembling celebrities, and even actual celebrities.

The guard’s curiosity lies in the fact that this person was brought in by Director Xia himself, and even had a meeting in the ward.

—Not a meeting with physical barriers, not a video meeting, but a face-to-face meeting in the ward—this is very unusual.

This indicates that there must be something special about the young man in front of him.

The questions he just posed are quite novel, seemingly an interrogation technique differing from traditional criminal psychology, further piquing the guard’s curiosity.

He calms himself, ready to attentively listen to Lin Lulin’s answer.

Nan Zhubin just asked an open-ended question with a fairly broad scope.

A normal person would certainly spend some time searching for the answer.

However, Lin Lulin responded very quickly: "He he he... No!"

He replied very fast, almost without thinking.

And Nan Zhubin scanned Lin Lulin’s micro expressions, surprisingly finding that his words were indeed true.

The former professor lying in bed looked at Nan Zhubin, his gaze very sharp, almost greedy: "You don’t believe me? In my current condition, what is the point of hiding anything?"

He twisted his neck to indicate that he was in a state where he could do nothing except twist his neck.

Indeed, prisoners often hide evidence because the concealed items might lead to a harsher sentence.

But in Lin Lulin’s current condition, he has long been trapped in the prison created by his own body, having been sentenced to life imprisonment.

"I believe you."

Nan Zhubin understood, affirming to Xia Yuefeng: "He’s telling the truth. It seems he has really told us everything he knows."

Xia Yuefeng nodded: "Yes."

The interrogation ended.

The guard beside widened his eyes—what does this "yes" mean?

Just believe it like that?

Is that what an interrogation consists of, just that simple sentence?

No, no, maybe it’s some sort of advanced interrogation technique, making the prisoner think the interrogation is over, while actually key information will be gradually extracted from subsequent conversations?

Uncertain, better observe more.

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"He he he... Zhuren, do you have any more business to attend to? Any more questions?"

"No more." Nan Zhubin shook his head lightly, "I’ve already learned everything I wanted."

Hearing this sentence, Lin Lulin’s gaze towards Nan Zhubin became increasingly greedy.

"Obtained everything you wanted?" Lin Lulin repeated, "So easily, so confidently?"

"What you just used, that, that, just that... Micro-expression Analysis!"

"I never taught you this, and I don’t even know how to do it myself." Lin Lulin took a heavy breath, seeming very fatigued.

But his spirit was extremely excited, even filled with curiosity: "How did you learn it?"

What, is the professor having a scientific urge in prison?

Nan Zhubin doesn’t perceive it that way.

He shrugged: "I’ve always known, no need to learn."

Lin Lulin suddenly became agitated: "No, you studied under me for so long, you couldn’t do it! If you could, I couldn’t possibly fail to notice!"

"There’s a problem here, a big problem! Ever since you left the school and returned, you’re like a completely changed person... there’s a big problem!"

This reaction made Xia Yuefeng frown slightly, but he didn’t say much.

Such a miserable prisoner like Lin Lulin is rare to see, but not non-existent.

With severe physical injury and mental instability, it’s not surprising to hear any kind of reaction or nonsense from such a prisoner.

Facing Lin Lulin’s sudden manic "accusation", Nan Zhubin’s expression remained unchanged.

He still shrugged: "Psychology is that magical, you should understand."

The hospital bed started to shake suddenly.

Even restricted to movements above his neck, Lin Lulin surprisingly exploded with astonishing strength at this time.

He was like a venomous snake pinned at its vital point, beginning to contort and struggle in a way incomprehensible to ordinary people, unexpectedly causing quite a commotion.

The caregiver beside stepped forward as if attempting to restrain the chaotic patient, but Lin Lulin quickly settled down in the next second.

Though still panting, he clearly returned to within the safe range.

"Zhuren, Nan Zhubin!" Lin Lulin growled in a low voice, "You asked me a question just now, I answered, I helped you! In exchange, you should properly respond to my question!"

Nan Zhubin shook his head with a blank expression: "You helped me? No, quite the opposite, I was helping you."

The caregiver looked at Director Xia, who indicated to hold back through a shake of his head.

Nan Zhubin ignored this minor interaction beside him, just looking at Lin Lulin and continuing:

"Do you know what I saw on your face from the start? The answer is—hope."

"You hope I’d come and see you, hope I’d come and ask you questions."

"But this hope is your current [emotion], it still doesn’t surpass the underlying tone of your mood over this period; and your [mood] during this period is—despair."

He extended a finger, sketching a circle over Lin Lulin’s face from a two-meter distance.

Nan Zhubin stared into Lin Lulin’s eyes.

"With these two emotional tones, combined with your unwavering belief during your response to my questions that you’ve left nothing unsaid to the police, I can boldly speculate about your current state."

"You’ve accepted your physical condition, knowing the fact that you’ve been thoroughly devastated from social to physical levels."

"So your previous willingness to divulge everything to the police isn’t just out of disregard for your sentence completion, you even wished to increase your sentence, to the point of seeking a death penalty—in essence?"

"Indeed." Nan Zhubin nodded, "Understandable, given that your current state alive is worse than dead."

A brutally honest statement, Lin Lulin strangely quieted down at this moment, watching Nan Zhubin with a flickering gaze.

"And upon realizing all attempts for a death sentence have failed, being trapped in your current body, life has fallen into a certain numbness, so you begin to long for anything capable of disrupting life—at least temporarily adjusting your life."

"And at this moment." Nan Zhubin pointed to himself, "I appeared."

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