180: Chapter 180 Exhaustion

With his Psychic Power surrounding Zhang Fan, Lin Ning "saw" him access his file again and felt relieved.

"It worked!"

Lin Ning relaxed completely, adjusted to a more comfortable sitting position, and closed his eyes to rest.

Zhang Fan looked at Lin Ning's changing attitude, puzzled. He raised his voice and demanded, "Do you know what it means to be lenient if you confess and severe if you resist?"

Lin Ning acted completely unfazed, not even lifting his eyelids.

Seeing his deadpan expression, Zhang Fan stood up with a "thud," walked to Lin Ning, and loomed over him to exert pressure:

"Lin Ning, Huang Chenggen is dead, and there is witness testimony saying you killed him! The last photo on his phone is also you. You are now a major suspect!"

Lin Ning turned a deaf ear.

Zhang Fan clenched his fists. Is this guy crazy? A normal person accused of murder wouldn't cry injustice or refute it? Everything has been wrong since stepping into this interrogation room today!

He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressed his irritability, returned to his seat, and gave the policeman taking notes next to him a look.

The policeman taking notes immediately changed to a gentle tone, coaxing: "Lin Ning, we are also doing this for your own good. Resisting questioning is more detrimental to you. Only by cooperating well can we help you clear your name!"

"You know Huang Chenggen, right? What conflicts do you have? Why did a conflict occur?"

Lin Ning remained silent.

Zhang Fan and the policeman looked at each other and frowned.

Zhang Fan was completely annoyed by his attitude and slapped the table: "Lin Ning! I'll ask you one last time, where were you between 1:00 AM and 4:00 AM last night?!"

Over the next few hours, Zhang Fan tried various methods of questioning—playing good cop/bad cop, relay interrogations, fatigue interrogation, and even deliberately using verbal stimulation and inducement, just wanting Lin Ning to admit in his own words that he had conflicts with Huang Chenggen, leaving behind even a slight slip of the tongue.

Lin Ning remained silent throughout.

The people opposite him grew angrier, but the corners of Lin Ning's mouth curled up—let's all be frustrated together! No one gets to have a good time!

Time passed minute by minute, the ashtray in front of Zhang Fan was piled high with cigarette butts, and the red bloodshot eyes became more prominent.

Lin Ning was actually not comfortable either, his throat was dry, and his head was a bit dizzy—

Interrogation rooms are never comfortable; there is no air conditioning, the hard chairs are uncomfortable no matter how you sit, the glaring lights make it impossible to open your eyes, the air is stifling to the point of suffocation, and there is that endless, noise-like questioning sound...

Zhang Fan picked up Lin Ning's phone again, "What's the password?"

Lin Ning was like a wooden sculpture. What made him even angrier was the disdain, contempt, scorn, and disgust that flashed on Lin Ning's face from time to time...

Zhang Fan's anger could no longer be suppressed. He suddenly raised Lin Ning's phone and was about to smash it on the ground—all the frustration and pressure of this day erupted at this moment.

"Don't be impulsive!" The policeman next to him pulled him back.

Just then, the door of the interrogation room was kicked open with a loud "bang."

Zhang Fan stood up in a rage, just about to scold someone, but his gaze touched the person at the door, and he froze instantly.

The man in the black Zhongshan suit at the door exuded an aura of "no strangers allowed." The moment his eyes swept across the room, the air in the entire interrogation room seemed to freeze.

And behind him, actually following him was the head of the Sub-bureau—Director Liu!

Zhang Fan's voice trembled: "Di-Director Liu..."

Director Liu looked at him with disgust.

The man in the Zhongshan suit walked straight to Lin Ning, scanning Lin Ning up and down to confirm his situation.

Lin Ning looked up at him, grinned to reveal a mouthful of white teeth, and his voice was a bit hoarse: "Brother Chen, you're here!"

Chen Zhi glared at him fiercely.

Lin Ning stood up, stretched his stiff body, making a "crackling" sound of bones stretching. Then he turned his head and looked at Zhang Fan.

That gaze made Zhang Fan's back feel cold.

"Guess what your fate will be?" Lin Ning's voice was not loud, but it carried a sense of killing intent.

Zhang Fan opened his mouth, his face turning paler and paler. He suddenly had a realization in his heart: "I'm finished!"

Lin Ning took a step forward and said in a low, enticing voice:

"What will your life and family become? That's why I said you have a lot of nerve!"

Zhang Fan's expression went from dejected to struggling to ferocious.

After only a few seconds, Zhang Fan seemed to have aged ten years. He collapsed on the ground, staring at Lin Ning with a desperate, hoarse voice: "Who are you! Who are you..."

Lin Ning had been aiming at the bulge on his waist, and seeing him collapse like a piece of trash, a flash of disappointment crossed his eyes.

Director Liu walked up to Chen Zhi, wanting to say something.

Chen Zhi ignored him and waved his hand to the outside. Silent men in black immediately came in and took away the already limp Zhang Fan and the others.

Chen Zhi looked at Lin Ning with a warning: "Let's go."

Lin Ning shrugged and walked out of the interrogation room calmly.

At the end of the corridor, he saw the back of someone under the name "Jin Zhishan" being controlled and dragged away by two team members.

Lin Ning didn't stop, his gaze swept past calmly, as if looking at a dead object.

Walking out of the Sub-bureau gate, the sunset was slanting.

Chen Zhi threw a cigarette to Lin Ning, lit one for himself, and then stared at Lin Ning.

After a long while, Lin Ning couldn't take it anymore and asked: "So, what did you find out about Ma Xiaofu and that blondie? Are they spies?"

Chen Zhi exhaled a puff of smoke: "The things they purchased were for assembling bombs."

"Holy crap!" Lin Ning exclaimed, but felt it was within his expectations.

Chen Zhi continued, "Ma Xiaofu hid, it took some time to catch him, and it took some more time to find Mr. Rosev."

"Next, we will interrogate Mr. Rosev about his motives and accomplices."

Lin Ning let out a sigh of relief: "It's good that they were caught, it's good that they were caught."

Saying this, he stubbed the cigarette butt out in the trash can, stretched, and said casually: "I'll go first. You go get busy, don't worry about me."

Just as he turned around, the back of Lin Ning's collar was grabbed.

Lin Ning: "..."

Chen Zhi: "Did I or did I not tell you to stay home honestly?"

Lin Ning felt wronged and started complaining: "I didn't expect Huang Chenggen to die suddenly. That bunch of idiots wanted to use me as a scapegoat! I didn't see that 'Director Jin's' face, I just thought about coming over and pretending to be a regular citizen to try my luck and confirm if it was really this Sub-bureau. I wasn't stalking or anything, right? I came to the police station in broad daylight, could I have imagined it would turn out like this?"

Chen Zhi knew this time was indeed an unlucky coincidence.

He sighed and let go of the topic.

Then he finally showed a bit of a smile and praised: "You fought for the file to be accessed a second time, right? You still have a brain, smart!"

Lin Ning grinned upon hearing this: "Hehe..."

Chen Zhi turned his head in disgust and walked towards the car: "Let's go, I'll take you home. I'm becoming your driver..."

Lin Ning laughed loudly: "I can pay your wages..."

The car started and drove into the traffic.