In the interrogation room, Chen Ziang didn't know that the process of using logic to profile had become a lesson.
However, just as the leader had said, he did intend to break through Hu Xiang's psychological defense layer by layer.
He wanted to control Hu Xiang's emotions, make him agitated, make him crazy, and make him perish.
Chen Ziang finished his fifth painting very quickly.
This painting was like a living erotic palace, displayed in front of Hu Xiang.
There were many charming women and groups of men.
The fair and tender body and the dark limbs were intertwined.
The storm formed by the black and white impact was reflected in Hu Xiang's pupils.
The sealed images at the bottom of the memory palace kept changing like a moving lantern.
If you want to destroy them, you must first make them crazy.
Chen Ziang began to conceive the sixth painting.
At the same time, the intelligence officers outside were also gathering information.
The national security unit was a gear of the national machine. When it turned, it would drive the entire machine to operate.
Communication records, internet records, medical records, bank statements, and so on were all exposed to the analyst.
In today's digital era, especially in China where online payment was extremely developed, it was impossible for a person to do something without leaving a trace.
Soon, a photo was transmitted to the tablet in front of Chen Ziang.
The photo was extracted from the surveillance video, and the resolution was limited.
In the video, Hu Xiang was communicating with a man whose appearance could not be seen clearly. The time was six months ago.
Along with the photo was a traffic accident report.
According to the report, Hu Xiang's wife, who had been married for less than a year, died in the car accident.
It happened to be the third day after Hu Xiang and the man met.
The National Security Police would not let go of any possibility. They were reopening the investigation into the traffic accident.
Chen Ziang quickly organized the information in his mind and drew the sixth painting.
A car appeared in the painting, and a woman was sitting in it. Not far away, a muck truck was speeding over.
This painting was placed in front of Hu Xiang by the interrogators.
Hu Xiang kept his head lowered, so no one could see his face.
At this moment, Chen Ziang reached out his finger and gently knocked on the table. The interrogator immediately said,
"Raise your head and look at this painting!"
Hu Xiang didn't seem to hear him and didn't move.
The interrogators repeated the same thing.
"I would like to ask…" Chen Ziang said.
"How does it feel to let someone run over your wife?”
"Relieved? Regret? Relax?"
Chen Zi 'ang's tone was gentle, as if he was asking casually as a friend.
However, in Hu Xiang's ears, it was like a sharp blade cutting through the scene that he was most unwilling to face.
He could not help but frown, and a row of fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
Behind the glass of the interrogation room, new information was sent over immediately.
"Leader, we found the records of the perpetrator's son spending a lot of money overseas.”
The intelligence officer reported once again while playing a video from a Short videos platform.
The young man in the video was having fun with a few beautiful women.
The leader looked at the video and was about to say something when he saw another intelligence officer take out a video.
The content of the video was very explosive.
A woman in a wedding dress was exercising intensely with a man on a bed covered with a red quilt.
The intelligence officer reported," The woman in the video is Hu Xiang's wife. The time of the video is estimated to be the day before their marriage."”
"The poster of the video is called 91 Mr. Tang. He was arrested five months ago for distributing obscene materials.”
"Interestingly, during the first week of Mr. Tang's admission to the detention center, his body suffered different degrees of injuries.”
Things seemed to be getting clearer.
At this moment, even if Hu Xiang, who was brought back by Yan Huang, was not a spy, there must be something wrong with him.
"With Hu Xiang's status and wealth, whether it's hiring a killer or arranging for someone to enter a designated detention center, it's not something he can do!”
An intelligence officer gave a very certain conclusion.
"What about the value?" the leader asked.
Not everyone could be hired by the intelligence organizations of other countries.
Those who could be hired would definitely provide useful value.
"We found this."
Hong Ye took out a message that had just been sent over and said,"Xiang Hu's company has just contracted the municipal underground cable segment project, and Xiang Hu is the captain of one of the construction teams.”
Jincheng was a resource-rich province, and its coal resources were world-famous.
Because of this, most of the upgraded electricity used coal.
In order to transport electricity from the power station to various regions, a large number of cables were laid.
As the provincial capital, Jincheng's underground cables were mainly used for commercial and industrial electricity, in addition to providing electricity to residents.
Among them, industrial electricity was also transported to various research institutes and arsenals.
If there were really spies who had tampered with this area, the purpose was probably not to affect the power transmission, but to monitor the power consumption.
Because once the electricity consumption was confirmed, they could accurately find some hidden secret units.
"Now that the logical chain has been completed, what is lacking is evidence.”
As the leader spoke, he looked into the interrogation room.
In the interrogation room, Chen Ziang had already drawn a new picture based on the latest information.
Hu Xiang was wearing a safety helmet and holding a wrench in the dark underground cave.
The thick cables were like ropes, binding him tightly.
After finishing the painting, Chen Ziang stood up and placed the painting in front of Hu Xiang.
After that, Chen Ziang stared at Hu Xiang for a few seconds. When he saw the other party's dull eyes, he nodded at the interrogators and walked out of the interrogation room.
After walking out of the interrogation room, he went behind the glass and looked at the electronic clock.
"Two hours is just right."
Chen Ziang heaved a sigh of relief.
Profiling logically for a long time was very taxing on his brain. If it were not for the fact that more information was constantly being sent in from the outside, he might have been the first to collapse.
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