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Chapter 53 The Self-Proclaimed God of Judgment

After Huanlang was captured, the bureau immediately handed over the interrogation work to Team Five.

There was no other reason; the case was handled by Team Five from beginning to end, and it was Team Five that saw through his disguise and apprehended him in the end.

More importantly, everyone knew about Chen Shi's interrogation skills. He didn't follow any set rules when interrogating people, and he was more effective than anyone else at dealing with such cunning criminals.

The interrogation room lights were bright, almost blinding. Phantom Wolf, wearing heavy supernatural shackles, sat in the interrogation chair. His wounds had been treated, but he looked utterly defeated.

He remained quiet after entering, without making a sound, but his mind was far from at peace.

The moment the five groups pulled out speakers specifically to counter his supernatural abilities, he realized that he had definitely been betrayed.

His weakness to his superpower is a top secret within the organization, known to very few. He can accept being betrayed; in this line of work, everyone gets abandoned eventually.

What he couldn't understand was how a group of low-level supernatural field agents could see through the scheme he had meticulously planned for months, repeatedly deduced and investigated, and plugged every possible loophole.

Sun Tiemei and Chen Shi walked in and pulled up chairs to sit down.

Chen Shi casually tossed the case file onto the table without flipping through it or looking at it. He hadn't learned any formal interrogation techniques; he always improvised during interrogations, saying whatever came to mind.

He glanced at Huanlang. The other man was very handsome and had no fierce look at all. He couldn't tell at all that he was the murderer who had killed two people with bizarre methods.

Chen Shi got up, picked up the kettle, and poured himself and Sun Tiemei a cup of tea, completely ignoring Huanlang.

The two sat there drinking tea, neither of them speaking.

Huanlang glanced at them, not understanding their actions. Interrogations usually involve either pressure or questioning; he'd never seen anyone come in and be put on a waiting list with tea.

After finishing his tea, Chen Shi finally spoke: "I can tell you who betrayed you."

His tone was like coaxing a child: "If you're willing to cooperate, I'll tell you."

Phantom Wolf pursed his lips and remained silent.

Chen Shi wasn't in a hurry. He casually flipped through the file and glanced at it: "Illusion Wolf is your code name, right? Your real name is Zhang Gensheng? Ha, that's pretty down-to-earth."

Upon hearing this, Phantom Wolf finally reacted, his eyes instantly turning cold: "My name is Phantom Wolf."

"Okay, Gensheng." Chen Shi completely ignored him. "I admire you. You're smart and meticulous. With your intelligence, you could succeed at anything. I'm just curious, how did you end up on the path of crime?"

Huanlang's tone hardened: "I told you, call me Huanlang, and don't mention that name again."

Chen Shi shrugged: "Sure, but respect is mutual. I'll cooperate with you, and you should cooperate with us to have a good chat. Let's not stay at an impasse; it's pointless."

After a few seconds of silence, Phantom Wolf finally spoke up: "What do you want to ask?"

Everyone was waiting for him to confess to the case, but Chen Shi asked a completely unrelated question: "What are your hobbies?"

Huanlang was stunned, staring at Chen Shi: "What do you mean?"

"Nothing else." Chen Shi pointed to the camera in the corner. "We've almost finished investigating the case. We're recording legal education material now. We don't want to know how you committed the crime. I'm just curious how someone as smart as you could go down the wrong path step by step. So the General Administration gave instructions to make a cautionary documentary for everyone to see, to understand your thought process."

Sun Tiemei turned her head and glared at Chen Shi. This guy's words were getting more and more ridiculous.

But at that moment, Huanlang was furious. He could accept going to jail or the death penalty, but he couldn't accept that his carefully planned scheme would be used as a dark history of an ordinary criminal, used as a negative example for others to watch.

Chen Shi could tell he was holding his breath, so he added, "You can stay silent. But if you don't say a word, all that will be left in the file is the name of the cold-blooded killer Zhang Gensheng, and nobody will know what you're really up to."

Sun Tiemei tapped the table, signaling him to stop going off-topic.

Chen Shi cleared his throat and returned to the question: "Let's get down to business. What are your hobbies?"

Phantom Wolf suppressed his anger, remained silent for a moment, and then said in a low voice, "Draw."

"No wonder, no wonder." Chen Shi nodded. "The case of Li Qian was handled so meticulously, with plaster molding and layering, the details were handled perfectly. It turns out it was done by professionals. Ordinary people simply couldn't do that kind of detail."

Upon hearing this comment, a hint of smugness flashed across Huanlang's eyes—the kind that's immediately noticeable.

Chen Shi then asked, "So what exactly did Li Qian do to you? She's beautiful, good at her job, and seems perfectly fine. Why did you have to kill her?"

"She didn't offend me," Phantom Wolf said crisply.

Chen Shi frowned: "She didn't offend you, so you killed her? And that Zhu Dahai, a garbage collector, you had no grudge against him either, so why did you go to such lengths to set up this scheme, with the secret room and the sculptures, making such a big fuss? What was the point?"

Phantom Wolf's expression turned serious: "I hate false perfection."

"Speak plainly," Chen Shi interrupted directly. "Stop with all this fancy stuff, I can't understand it."

Huanlang was taken aback, then reorganized his thoughts: "In front of outsiders, she's a gentle and responsible teacher, highly professional, with a perfect persona that no one can fault. But in private, she's vain, selfish, and a messier person than anyone else, relying entirely on her looks and excellent acting skills to deceive people."

"She teaches art and aesthetics, but she lives a fake life."

Chen Shi stared at him: "So you think you're judging her?"

"Yes." Phantom Wolf readily admitted, his tone matter-of-fact. "She doesn't deserve what she has. The more perfect she is on the outside, the dirtier she is on the inside, which is a defilement of aesthetics. I wrapped her up layer by layer with plaster to wash away that dirt and to shape her into the way she should be. I am correcting her."

As he spoke, he actually grinned, a smile that conveyed the satisfaction of completing a work, sending chills down the spine of anyone who saw it.

Sun Tiemei asked, "What about Zhu Dahai? He was just an ordinary person, not hypocritical or pretentious. Why did you kill him? Was it also a trial?"

"Zhu Dahai? That wasn't a trial, it was a redemption." Huanlang shook his head. "He was too real."

"He spent his whole life at the bottom of society, penniless and without status, living a miserable life, looked down upon by everyone. But he didn't pretend or act; his flaws and poverty were all laid bare." Huanlang spoke slowly, but with a deep-seated, twisted obsession: "Li Qian had everything—talent, good looks, a respectable job—yet she lived a false and filthy life. Zhu Dahai was clean and honest, inside and out, yet he suffered a lifetime of regrets and torment."

"You ordinary people like to idolize false perfection and look down on genuine ordinariness. I'm just forcibly correcting what's out of place."

"So, whether someone is good or bad, if you feel they need reform, you might even kill them?"

Phantom Wolf nodded.

Hearing this, Chen Shi finally understood the logic behind the two cases. This guy was a lunatic who thought he was God. How many bad things must he have done in his past life to encounter such a weirdo?

When Huanlang chopped off Li Qian's arms, it wasn't a random act. Li Qian relied on her hands to paint, to build her persona, and to maintain her perfect image through acting; her hands were the foundation of all her pretense.

The severed arm was meant to destroy all her capital for acting and deception, making her unable to pretend anymore. The seven layers of plaster mixed with salt were not just for hiding the body and creating a secret chamber, but a deliberate ritual.

A layer of salt and a layer of gypsum, repeated seven times, is a purification method passed down in his hometown.

His idea of ​​making amends was to transplant the severed arm to Zhu Dahai and make it into a four-armed sculpture to be displayed in the square.

To take away the forger's reliance, to fill the gaps in the truth, and then to publicly display and declare his own standards of right and wrong.

At this point in the interrogation, all doubts were resolved. There was no organizational mission, no personal grudges, and no conflict of interest.

He was just a highly intelligent, meticulous, and obsessive individual who, with his distorted aesthetic sense and sense of right and wrong, personally orchestrated two extremely terrifying serial murders.

Sun Tiemei and Chen Shi stood up. Huanlang looked at them and said, "I've told you everything I know. You can't not tell me how you figured out my scheme."

Sun Tiemei walked quickly outside. She felt disgusted even to say another word to this morbid madman, but Chen Shi didn't. He smiled at Huanlang.

I'm not telling you.