DF Chapter 11
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“…”
“Were you drunk?”
“…”
Song Yi closed her eyes, biting her lip. Even without answering, she knew her lies had been exposed.
Si Gui lowered her head, ready to make notes. Zhen Yi’s thoughts flashed quickly, and she immediately intervened. “Officer Si just mentioned that the polygraph was meant to repeat the questions asked during the interrogation. If Song Yi is a suspect, then present the evidence!”
She stared intently at Song Yi.
The latter quickly caught on—she wasn’t officially a suspect yet. The police were trying to use the polygraph to determine that. Song Yi’s reaction became more intense. “You tricked me! I’m done with this test. If you suspect me, then arrest me already!” She yanked at the sensors and wires attached to her.
Zhen Yi sighed inwardly: She’s overacting…
The polygraph test came to a halt.
Yan Ge glanced over, his eyes calm behind his thin glasses. “Is that really what you said?”
Si Gui, flustered and embarrassed, like a student caught in the wrong, quickly apologized. “I’m sorry, Professor Yan, I might have misspoken.”
But Zhen Yi knew this was no mistake; it was a deliberate attempt to entrap. She wasn’t even sure if raising the objection would work in their favor. If the police pushed forward with force, they wouldn’t be able to hold them off for long. However, she believed that Yan Ge’s inherent pride wouldn’t allow such coercion.
Yan Ge lowered his gaze, deep in thought. At that moment, only the four people in the room knew about the interrupted polygraph session.
Finally, he said to Song Yi, “Those two questions you didn’t answer—I won’t record them.” He glanced at Si Gui, who immediately nodded, signaling her compliance.
“I won’t ask any follow-up questions related to those two. Is that acceptable?”
Song Yi, knowing she had little choice, at least felt she had gained some ground. She relaxed slightly and replied, “Okay, thank you.”
“Your name is Song Yi?”
“Yes.”
In the second round, Yan Ge repeated all the previous questions, except for the last two. This time, he rearranged the order of the unrelated and related questions. As before, the readings from the polygraph—skin conductivity, breathing, blood pressure, and pulse—showed no anomalies or significant physiological changes.
However, Zhen Yi wasn’t relieved. She could sense Yan Ge’s strategy—he was gradually using logic to extract information, then reshuffling the questions to verify his findings. She could tell he was carefully planning his next round.
What would he ask now? He hadn’t yet inquired about her level of intoxication or whether she clearly saw the suspect. What else could he be aiming for?
Soon, Yan Ge surprised her.
The third round began.
“Did you know the deceased?”
“Yes.” The response was quick.
“Were you familiar with the deceased?”
“Yes.”
“Do you spend time online often?”
“Yes.”
“Did you testify against him in court before his death?”
“Yes.”
“Did you see him at the club that night?”
“Yes.” The response was slower.
“Did you see him at the bar?”
“No.” That answer came quickly.
“Did you see him on the dance floor?”
“Yes.” Slower this time.
“Was he tall?”
“No.”
“Did you dance face-to-face with him?”
“Yes.” Slowly.
“Had you read about his negative news online?”
“Yes.” Quickly.
“Did you see him once at the courtroom?”
“Yes.”
“Do you usually remember people you’ve only met once?”
“No.”
“But even though you didn’t personally know Lin Ziyi, you had seen his photos online?”
“Yes.” Slowly.
“So, whether or not he left a strong impression, when you saw him on the dance floor, you knew he was Lin Ziyi?”