Lu Weiguo took Shi Tingyu to the interrogation room.
Wang Ming was in the inner room of the interrogation room. There was a wall between the inner room and the outside. There was a piece of glass in the middle of the wall, so he could see clearly what was going on inside.
After the two entered the outer room, they did not continue into the inner room.
Wang Ming's condition was not very good. He looked sluggish and pale, but there was no visible injury on his face.
Zhao Tuan saw Lu Weiguo and the others coming and waved to them.
There were two chairs next to Zhao Tuan. Lu Weiguo and Shi Tingyu walked over and sat down at each other's signal.
Zhao Tuan said with a kind face: "Comrade Shi, I'm going to trouble you this time."
Shi Tingyu nodded.
There are people interrogating people in the inner room of the interrogation room, they only need to listen outside.
Shi Tingyu lowered her voice and asked, "Can I go to the glass and have a look?"
Although the voice can be heard here, the expression cannot be seen clearly.
When drawing a portrait, the describer's expressions and emotions can provide her with some reference value.
Zhao Tuan stood up and came to the door of the interrogation room. He stretched out his hand and pulled open an iron piece on the door of the interrogation room. A window the size of a rubber appeared there.
Shi Tingyu walked over without the other party saying anything.
Zhao Tuan said with a smile on his face, his comrade was still very eye-catching at this time.
Lu Weiguo also followed. The small window at the door was a little high, about 1.7 meters tall, which was suitable for the height of a normal man. She could not see inside while standing in front of the door.
Lu Weiguo said softly: "Wait a moment, I will find something for you to step on."
Not long after, he found a few red bricks and stacked three of them. When Tingyu stepped on them, they were just right.
In the back room, the interrogator repeatedly asked about the appearance of the person Wang Ming told him about.
Wang Ming looked directly at the other person and said, "The collar of the clothes he wore was very high and blocked his nose. I could only see the other person's eyes."
The interrogator asked: "Do you remember the style of clothes he was wearing at that time?"
Wang Ming seemed to be recalling, and then said: "I don't remember."
The interrogator continued to ask, but the information obtained was not much different from the previous one.
Shi Tingyu frowned, paying attention to each other's every microexpression.
She didn't get off the brick until the interrogator asked no more questions.
Zhao Tuan looked at Shi Tingyu expectantly.
Shi Tingyu didn't speak. She picked up the pen and paper prepared next to her and wrote down the information that was useful to her in the previous conversation.
After confirming that there was nothing missing, Shi Tingyu spoke carefully, "Zhao Tuan, Wang Ming's words cannot be trusted."
Zhao Tuan looked at her in surprise, "When I was young, please tell me carefully."
Shi Tingyu glanced at Lu Weiguo, who nodded towards her, and then she said, "Judging from some of his micro-expressions, Wang Ming is lying."
Although he has never heard of the term micro-expression, this does not prevent Zhao Tuan from understanding the meaning of this term literally.
Shi Tingyu specialized in micro-expressions after becoming a portrait artist.
She said: "Normal people don't dare to look into other people's eyes when they lie, as the public thinks. Instead, liars need to use eye contact to judge whether the other party trusts what they are saying, especially for people with this psychological endurance comparison. This is especially true for strong people.”
Zhao Tuan thought about the previous interrogation of Wang Ming. The other party was indeed paying attention to the interrogator's eyes as Shi Tingyu said.
Wang Ming can become the platoon leader of their military region, and his psychological quality is beyond words.
Shi Tingyu continued: "That's not all. When Wang Ming answered the interrogator's questions, his eyes would unconsciously glance to the upper left. He was making up what he wanted to say. When people are recalling, their eyes usually Glancing down to the left or right."
Micro-expressions always flash by, and the two people who are asking and answering are thinking about their next words, and it is rare to capture these clearly.
Especially in this era, some interrogation knowledge is not systematic and comprehensive, and everyone bases it on their own experience.
"What other precautions should be taken about this micro-expression?" Zhao Tuan seemed to have discovered a new world, insisting that Shi Tingyu explain it clearly.
He couldn't help but sigh in his heart, this intellectual is just different.
At the time of the political review, the superiors knew that Shi Tingyu had studied abroad.
Shi Tingyu thought for a while and explained the meanings of some of the more common micro-expressions he knew.
For example, even if a liar can keep his face straight, his nostrils can't help but dilate because people need more energy and inhale more oxygen when lying. Moreover, when the nostrils are enlarged, they will be easily congested and produce an itchy feeling, so people cannot help but touch their noses when lying.
Another example is that liars generally do not want to mention their own names and the names of related people. They will instinctively remove themselves from lies. Therefore, if a person repeatedly omits me during a conversation, one should consider whether he is telling the truth.
Also, when it is difficult to continue what you want to say after being interrupted, and you need to be reminded before you can continue, it is usually a lie or something you have heard from elsewhere that you have not experienced.
Shi Tingyu talked about a lot of micro-expressions like this.
Zhao Tuan had gone from listening carefully to writing vigorously.
In fact, they didn't know anything about what Shi Tingyu said, but they didn't summarize it like Shi Tingyu did.
What she just said can be summed up for others to learn from.
The people in their military regions have experience, but they lack systematic knowledge reserves.
Seeing that he had understood everything he needed to know, Shi Tingyu tore off the piece of paper he had written on and took it away, preparing to go back and take the portrait.
Zhao Tuan hurriedly stopped the person, "Child, since Wang Ming is lying, how can you still draw a portrait based on his lies?"
Shi Tingyu smiled, "I didn't say that everything he told was a lie. Moreover, when the other person described that person, he often deliberately emphasized things that were contrary to the truth. I'll go back and draw a picture first."
Zhao Tuan nodded as if he understood.
Shi Tingyu said: "If there is any useful information during your interrogation, please ask Wei Guo to bring it to me."
Finally, Lu Weiguo followed Shi Tingyu out.
On the way back, Lu Weiguo looked in Shi Tingyu's direction from time to time.
Shi Tingyu smiled, "What are you looking at?"
Lu Weiguo said: "Look at how awesome my wife is."
Shi Tingyu felt that he still needed to explain it to himself, "These are some psychological materials I saw when I was abroad. I found them interesting and wrote them down."
Lu Weiguo had no doubt that he was there. Even if the other party was telling lies, he couldn't tell.
"Based on the available information, can a portrait be drawn?" he asked.
Shi Tingyu pursed her lips and told the truth, "You have to draw this before you know it. Some things need to be drawn to connect them together."
She may only be able to draw a rough outline now, which is somewhat similar. If Zhao Tuan can get more useful information later, she can draw a closer look to the target person.
