At this point, multiple police officers entered the restaurant. After speaking with numerous staff members who emerged from the kitchen, several waiters went out, pushing trolleys containing lunch boxes. It appeared that they were for working meals delivered to police officers who are unable to leave their stations.
The police were unable to block the hotel for an extended period of time, and after the explosive post surfaced, they faced significant public criticism. Until now, the police had merely issued a brief notification of the case. Until the case is resolved, the pertinent details must be kept completely confidential. This is also the time for journalists from various media outlets to take part.
Sure enough, other people began to try to strike up a discussion with a few police officers, probably in an attempt to manipulate the situation, including the tall girl with glasses who chatted with Ye Fan in the morning.
Perhaps because she was bored of it, a female police officer turned around and reminded those persons, as well as the people surrounding them, of the police's confidentiality principle when handling crimes.
Ye Fan had his back to the restaurant's door when he heard a voice he recognized, so he stopped holding the chopsticks in his hands and looked back, which turned out to be Yang Faloo.
Lu Fei, the male policeman next to him, had gone to Ye Fan's house the day before yesterday.
A matter with such a significant consequence would presumably be taken over by the city bureau. They saw it unexpectedly, yet it was also reasonable.
"What's wrong, Ye Fan?" Gong Shizheng noticed that Ye Fan kept moving his head and reached out to stroke him.
"Nothing, there are two policemen over there that I know." Ye Fan regained his senses, picked up the tea cup, and took a sip.
"Know?" Xia Sihong, who had been drinking soup, raised her head.
"It cannot be termed an acquaintance. They have already visited my place and met once. The policewoman's name is Yang Faloo, and the man to her left is Lu Fei." Ye Fan understood what Xia Sihong was thinking and waved his hand, indicating that he should not let her go. If someone tries to develop partnerships on his own, he and the other party can only claim a one-sided relationship.
Following lunch, the police proceeded to question the hotel guests. Ye Fan went to the hotel lobby to print a fresh slave contract before returning to his room to wait for the cops to arrive.
Ye Fan's discovery was made by a male police officer rather than an acquaintance. The two truncated police titles revealed that he was a police academy intern. Naturally, the interview cannot be performed in the guest's own room, therefore the police officer will accompany Ye Fan to a guest room on the 7th floor that has been set up as a conference room.
When Ye Fan walked out of the room, a line of words sprang to mind.
[Model Citizen: Even if everything that happened seemed to have nothing to do with you, your curiosity drives you to discover the truth. The system determined that you were most likely engaged in this instance based on logical calculations. Now, please do your best to help the cops find out. The true murderer
Ye Fan nearly stumbled and fell to the ground when he saw this mission.
"Be careful." The police officer who pulled Ye Fan out had quick eyesight and quick hands, and he immediately supported him with a half-smile on his face, but he assumed he was going on level ground, and his left foot clashed with his right.
"Can't you just tell me the truth?" Ye Fan was left speechless by this system.
[The system can only use AI to predict the general direction of the known information, and discovers that among the numerous conceivable development directions, there are many pathways related to you, so it is not really a prediction of the future.]
Ye Fan groaned; is this the renowned eating of melons with one's own head?
Ye Fan had not considered assisting the police in managing the issue. This isn't a Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department officer who relies solely on detectives to solve crimes. He is an ordinary citizen who is unable to comprehend the circumstances of the case. How can he get such a chance?
Fortunately, the system never indicated any penalties for not finishing the task, so I simply let it go.
Ye Fan tried to recall what he knew about the situation. The algorithm could only get information from his emotions, thus he must have overlooked certain details that he should have captured but did not care about.
Of course, the system is a super-civilized AI, so a marginally upgraded ordinary person cannot compare to it.
By this point, Ye Fan and the cop had arrived on the seventh floor.
There are two aisles exiting the elevator. A barricade prevents access to the right side. It is guarded by two heavily armed policeman. It appears that the incident happened on this side. There are certainly more police officers here. During these several seconds, Ye Fan had already noticed six or seven persons walking around the corner.
The rooms where investigations were being conducted simultaneously were all on the left. Ye Fan followed the policeman and entered the second door.
The probe was handled by two extremely young male police officials, a third-level superintendent and a second-level superintendent.
After quickly introducing themselves, they got down to business.
"Hello, Mr. Ye; what we're doing now is a normal query, not an interrogation of you. Don't be nervous; simply tell us what you know. Of course, you have the freedom to decline to answer questions and leave at any time.The third-level superintendent was the first to speak, and he thoroughly explained the inquiry and Ye Fan's rights.
Although he had had minimal previous involvement with the police, such a thorough and meticulous process did not appear to be normal. Ye Fan looked to both sides, and the concerned expressions of the other police officers around him indicated that this case did indeed involve some very exceptional conditions.
"I need to tell you everything. It is our responsibility to assist with the authorities, and you are accountable to us for rapidly resolving the issue." Ye Fan transferred the paper cup of tea in front of him to his right hand.
While reading articles on that mystery website over the last two days, he came across a gentleman named Eric who specialized in evaluating the police's psychological game during questioning and interrogation using video. This person was at a very high level, including CC level. In one of his posts, he stated that moving objects between the two parties reduces the psychological defense of the individual being questioned. If done by the one being questioned, it has the potential to bring the two parties closer together. Psychological remoteness.
Eric claimed to hold a PhD in psychology in one of his early entries, but his English writing style was formal and stiff, implying that he was not a natural English speaker.
Routine inquiry will contain just routine questions.
"Where were you from ten o'clock last night to two o'clock in the morning?" Now it was the second-level superintendent who inquired.
"I removed the car from the hotel's subterranean garage and parked it in the front parking lot, which was more convenient. Then I walked back into the room around 10:30 and never left again." Ye Fan's response is really straightforward, or perhaps Most folks had simple itineraries at the moment the police asked them.
It has barely been roughly 12 hours since the crime happened. The forensic doctor's assessment of the time of death should be more precise. There is no reason to keep the timing of the crime hidden. Many folks may not remember the entire four-hour trip.
"Have you seen these four people?" The officers placed four photographs on the table. There were two men and two ladies, one of whom was Cheng Xiao.
"I've seen it." Ye Fan took a look at the photo and replied confidently.
When he raised his head, he noticed that the eyes of the two police officers in front of him were gleaming and seemed intrigued.
"Can you tell me when and where you saw it?"
"To be precise, I have only seen these two men and her, it should be Cheng Xiao." Ye Fan pointed to a photograph of Cheng Xiao. He suddenly remembered and realized he hadn't seen the second woman who appeared with them. The other person always appears to be wearing a mask.
"Go on." The two police officers exchanged glances and did not respond immediately, but the answer was obvious: yes.
"I met them in an elevator the night before yesterday. I believe it should be these three persons. Ye Fan pointed to the three people, except the middle-aged man. "They all wore masks. I had no idea who they were at the time. Yesterday afternoon, we went to the dive shop and met four of them. The two women were also wearing masks, but I noticed the two men. These two appear to be the same. When I went to lunch, I saw them again in the hotel. I ran into Cheng Xiao in the hallway. She wasn't wearing a mask this time, so I knew it was her. Then I saw this towering dude again. He appeared to be Looking for someone, I spoke to him briefly before returning to the box."
Ye Fan's mouth felt dry, so he grabbed up the paper cup next to him and drank the water in one swallow.
"So when you say you've only seen three, you mean you haven't seen this woman's face?" The questioning police officer took advantage of the pause between Ye Fan and Shui to inquire.
"Yes, the last time I saw Cheng Xiao was at 10 o'clock, most likely 10:15. When I pulled out of the underground parking garage, she was seated next to a flower bed on the hotel's side. I pulled over and talked to her. She stated in two phrases that she was fatigued from walking outside and was sitting down to rest. This condition normally indicates that she has no interest in speaking with me, so I didn't ask for trouble." Ye Fan. Squeezing the paper cup in his palm, he paused for a bit before saying the final sentence.
"Wait here for a moment." The second-level superintendent stood up, poured Ye Fan another glass of water, and then left the room.
After a few minutes, he returned alone.
"Mr. Ye, please come here." We have stuff to go over in depth." Two police officers led Ye Fan out of the room.
He followed the two of them to the police barricade on the opposite side of the hotel's 7th level, where he entered with Ye Fan.
It was a U-shaped structure with L shapes on either side. Two police officers escorted him to the end of the short corridor and knocked on the door of the first room after turning left.
"Come in." A deep voice emerged from within.
The three of them opened the door and walked inside.
"Officer Yang?" Ye Fan identified the individual in the room as Yang Faloo.
"Mr. Ye, what a coincidence, I meet you again." Yang Faloo hadn't expected to meet Ye Fan here. He was surprised for a time before saying hello gently.
The second person sitting farthest from the door is a middle-aged man, not particularly tall but well formed, with brilliant eyes, facing Zhongzheng, a slightly Chinese character face, a serious look, and a tiny frown on his brows. Under the police uniform is a white shirt, and the epaulettes bear the name of a third-class police officer.
"This is Ye Fan, Mr. Ye, the person who said he met Ms. Cheng at 10:15 last night." The male officer approached the third-level officer and introduced him. His voice was quite faint, but Ye Fan heard all he said.
"Don't worry, I have no other reason to come to you except that you might be able to provide us with more useful information." My name is Peng Lian. You may have heard that I am the deputy director of the Lianhai City Public Security Bureau, in charge of criminal investigations. It appears that you and Xiao Yang have previously met, so let us get right to the subject."