Zhou Guangdong then replied: "Especially now that it's winter. When I go home every day, my knees are very painful at night, and I can't sleep half the night. Then I sold the house in my hometown and planned to open a new one in Dongxin District. Noodle House."
Fan Keqin threw him a cigarette and glanced at Zhao Debiao. The latter immediately understood and took out a fire to help light it for him. Zhou Guangdong stood up again in shock and nodded repeatedly.
By now, Fan Keqin felt that something was wrong with what this guy said.
You know, what does it look like when people tell the truth? When he says one thing, the order may be reversed. If he says one, two, three, four, he may say one first, then three, and then two or four. Especially when a paragraph is relatively long and requires answers and explanations, this situation often happens.
If the order of the words is not out of order and there is no misalignment when the words are long, it may not be a lie, but the possibility of preparation in advance is very high.
For example, sometimes, we need to make a small report to the leader, and you definitely can't answer the question back and forth in the wrong order. what to do? Then you can only prepare in advance, and then you can make a report smoothly. But it doesn't mean what you told is a lie.
But if there is preparation in advance and it is placed here with Fan Keqin at this moment, then it is 100% certain that the person who answered has a problem. Because there are other factors that need to be considered. For example, this is the security bureau. Why do you need to prepare in advance to answer the question?
Zhou Guangdong's answer just now was so clever that even ordinary professionals would have a high chance of being fooled by him. Because in his answer, he added "my wife", "see how hard it is for me", "my knees are very painful at night", etc., which sounded like the truth and were a bit very intimate. But these answers will greatly enhance the credibility of the answers given later, so he finally said, "I plan to open a noodle shop."
But Fan Keqin is, after all, one of the few psychological experts in this era. His answer pattern is wrong, which is problematic in itself. No matter how many honest truths like "my mother-in-law" and "my knees hurt at night" are added to it, in his eyes, it doesn't matter. It all became a cover-up. Because the order of his answers was surprisingly consistent with his own questions. In other words, he has been preparing his speech for a long time, and he is quite well prepared.
Seeing him like this, Fan Keqin did not relax his observation, but continued to ask: "Where is Mr. Zhou's hometown? Guangdong?"
"Ah, no, it's not Guangdong." Zhou Guangdong said: "My mother gave birth to me when she was in Guangzhou, so I was named this. My hometown is east of Yichang, on the Er'er River."
I had prepared it a long time ago, denying it first, and denying it twice. Then the order of the answers was in order, and a touching detail was added, "My mother gave birth to me when she was in Guangzhou."
Fan Keqin didn't show any signs of strangeness, nodded, and still asked slowly: "Ear River? I remember it's a small town, right?"
"Yes!" Zhou Guangdong replied: "It's very small, not many people, only about 200 people live in it? That's about it."
Fan Keqin said: "Mr. Zhou, when did you start pulling a car?"
Zhou Guangdong replied: "Two years ago, my mother-in-law and I came to the local area and worked on the dock for two months, and then we started pulling rickshaws." After finishing speaking, he carefully put out the cigarette butt. It's in the ashtray.
Fan Keqin is now certain that there is definitely something wrong with this guy. Even if there is nothing wrong with his appearance, as long as there is something wrong with the way he answers, under this general premise, it must be a cover-up. In psychology, this is a formula. It's like a formula in mathematics. Those who understand can directly plug in the formula, and no matter how the math application questions change or traps are set, they can still get the answer.
Fan Keqin asked again: "Where is your wife? At home?"
Zhou Guangdong still replied respectfully: "No, you wrote to me a while ago and told me this, but it should arrive in a few days."
Fan Keqin understands that lies are lies after all. If you use the most rigorous method to check one by one, what you get in the end must be vague and impossible to determine. As for the letter from his hometown that he is talking about, it seems that there is still no problem, but it cannot be proved, at least it cannot be proved now, so the seemingly perfect answer is actually vague. If it is not verifiable, it can at least buy Zhou Guangdong a few days.
Fan Keqin smiled and said: "Where is the letter?"
Zhou Guangdong was still the one who was fearful and cautious, and replied in a low voice: "Sir, that's it. I can't read, so the people coming from my hometown are here to whistle for me. He is the second son of Lao Liutou on the East Street of my hometown's house. , he told me when I came here to sell leather goods."
It's unprovable, which is good. The more this happens, the more it proves that you are right. And Fan Keqin thought it was enough, so he stopped watching Zhou Guangdong. He glanced at Zhao Debiao and said, "This Mr. Zhou is dishonest. Take him to the torture room and ask him about his identity."
Zhao Debiao was stunned for a moment. You must know that he had listened to Chengdu just now. I didn't find anything wrong with Zhou Guangdong at all, and maybe Fan Keqin's acting skills were also quite strong, and he always had a pleasant appearance, as if he was chatting with everyone. Therefore, his sudden remarks made Zhao Debiao, a veteran military commander, shaken.
However, his second reaction was very quick. His immediate superior gave the order, but he was still hesitating. Furthermore, the other party was a low-level person who said something unpleasant. Even if he unjustly accused you of killing you, who would dare to argue with the security bureau? ? So he stretched out his hand and grabbed the opponent's wrist. Then he pressed his right arm and immediately bent the opponent's arm, catching the opponent like a lock.
Fan Keqin stood up and rushed out like lightning, because he saw that the moment Zhao Debiao took action, Zhou Guangdong used his right hand to join his left hand. This was a move to break the counter-grab, although his movements were obviously slower. , and I was too deeply involved in the play before, so it was naturally a beat slow. But halfway through, the boy's right hand drew an arc, and he no longer tried to reach his left hand, but instead covered his left shoulder and head. He yelled: "Hey! Hey! No, sir! Sir, what's wrong? I...what's wrong with this?"
Fan Keqin had already arrived in front of him, and he felt that the boy's second reaction was also very fast. He covered his shoulders and head as if it was in great pain to cover up his skill.
