Chapter 901 - 901: Questioning Jiao Yuhang

After lunch, the continuous rainstorm that lasted nearly ten hours finally diminished significantly. At least when driving, setting the windshield wipers to medium ensures visibility.

On the way to the detention center, Xiao Feng listened to the car radio and learned that due to this rainstorm, two towns under Jiangcheng's jurisdiction experienced villages being flooded.

However, the rainstorm was not a full-blown flood, and no casualties occurred, though property damage was unavoidable.

"Old Xue, why so morose and bitter?" Xiao Feng said to Xue Nuofu, who was driving, "Give me a smile."

Xue Nuofu coldly replied, "The radio just reported that a village got hit by a disaster. Is it appropriate to laugh now?"

The reason for his displeasure, of course, wasn't the news he heard on the radio but rather being shocked by electricity in the morning rain.

The numbness from it hadn't completely faded even now.

So, it's already quite kind of him not to cry. To ask him to smile is really asking too much.

Upon arriving at the detention center, Di Junxiong was already waiting at the door.

Xiao Feng greeted him and went straight to see Jiao Yuhang.

Compared to when he was first seen at the hospital, the other party appeared much more dispirited, with a dull expression as if nothing could pique his interest.

"Recognize this thing?" Xiao Feng skipped the small talk and directly handed a wooden peg before his eyes.

Jiao Yuhang's pupils suddenly contracted, and his previously dull eyes instantly became vibrant.

However, he quickly averted his gaze from the wooden peg and nodded, "Yes, a wooden nail."

Xiao Feng chuckled, "Explain its specific use, and what the carvings on it represent."

"I don't know about that," Jiao Yuhang leaned back, crossed his fingers over his abdomen, looking like someone with nothing to disclose.

"Bang!"

Di Junxiong slammed the table and shouted, "You better be honest, answer what you're asked!"

"I said it, didn't I? Not knowing means not knowing. If you want me to make something up, I can do that too," Jiao Yuhang said innocently.

Indeed, he felt secure because legally, he had no direct responsibility for Wang Tiezhu's death.

He wasn't the one who hit him, and even without the lottery incident, Wang Tiezhu still wouldn't have held on until the ambulance arrived.

Therefore, his responsibility was very small, and it's even possible he had none.

"Do you think I have no way to deal with you?" Xiao Feng knocked on the table, slightly smirking, giving the impression that he was up to no good.

In fact, he wasn't sure if the seven wooden pegs in his hand were originally in the pit or if Pang Tong had buried them there deliberately.

But from Jiao Yuhang's initial reaction to seeing the pegs, it was evident he knew something but refused to speak.

After facing off briefly, Xiao Feng stood up, "Let's go."

"Go?" Di Junxiong seemed unable to react.

Leaving without gleaning anything wasn't characteristic of his mentor.

Xiao Feng appeared serious and nodded, "What else can we do if we don't go? Beat him? That's against the rules."

Di Junxiong glared at Jiao Yuhang, then got up and walked towards the door.

This interrogation method, he had seen before; its goal was nothing more than to induce an unknown fear in the criminal suspect, prompting them to confess, a psychological tactic.

However, this method didn't suit Jiao Yuhang's situation.

At least from Di Junxiong's professional perspective, the success rate was only two to three percent.

However, just as the two were about to exit, Jiao Yuhang's voice sounded from behind, "Wait!"

Xiao Feng stopped in his tracks, a smile appearing on his face. He turned his head, "What? Want me to bring you a pack of cigarettes?"

"Are you trying to retaliate against me?" Jiao Yuhang frowned, saying.

"What makes you say that?" Xiao Feng replied inexplicably, "It's a law-abiding society now. I can't assign a brawny guy to sleep next to you and pull down your shorts in the middle of the night when you're asleep.

Neither can I have someone put nails in your shoes.

Nor can I have someone put cockroaches, mice, or dung beetles in your food."

Di Junxiong's mouth twitched twice; could this threat be any more overt?

However, strictly speaking, there's no flaw in these words.

After a long silence, Jiao Yuhang relented, "If I tell you, what's in it for me?"

"Nothing," Xiao Feng shook his head, smiling, "Even if you refuse, I can find someone who recognizes this thing; it'll just take more effort.

If you want to negotiate, offer something others can't provide.

Additionally, from the 'Righteousness-Protecting Flower' you wore earlier, it seems you care a lot about your reputation. Hmm... I believe there will be praise for you after you get out."

Jiao Yuhang glared immediately, knowing that Xiao Feng was implying threats against him. Yet, he really couldn't afford not to care.

Some people love money, some love beauty, and naturally, there are also those who cherish their name.

It's not easy to be indifferent to others' opinions.

And Jiao Yuhang particularly valued his reputation.

"I'll tell you what this is." Jiao Yuhang said with a sullen face, evidently immensely frustrated.

Xiao Feng glanced at Di Junxiong, tilted his head, and sat back across from Jiao Yuhang.

"Speak truthfully; don't think of playing tricks!" Di Junxiong warned.

Jiao Yuhang ignored him, only saying, "Let me see the wooden peg again."

Xiao Feng nodded in agreement, took the wooden peg from his pocket, and placed it on the table.

This time, Jiao Yuhang examined the wooden peg closely without blinking.

After a long while, he asked, "Is there just one of these?"

Xiao Feng shook his head and replied, "There are seven in total. I've tried, unlike Dragon Ball, putting them together doesn't summon a dragon, and wishes don't work."

"..." Jiao Yuhang.

Are you watching too many cartoons?

After a moment of shock, Jiao Yuhang asked thoughtfully, "Can I see the other six together?"

Xiao Feng didn't hesitate, "Of course!"

He then took out the other six and placed them gently on the table.

The guard at the door frowned, disapproving of this action.

Because even though the pegs are wooden, they are still sharp objects. If the suspect used them for self-harm, everyone would be in trouble.

Xiao Feng also stayed vigilant, watching Jiao Yuhang's every move.

Though distance-wise, he was ninety-nine percent confident of subduing him immediately, caution was better.

Sometimes, overconfidence isn't a good thing.

After a long time, Jiao Yuhang examined the last peg, placed it on the table, and pointed to it, asking, "Can you tell what shape this is?"

Xiao Feng and Di Junxiong exchanged a look, then looked at the deliberately arranged wooden pegs on the table.

It wasn't a triangle, square, or rectangle, nor could it be called any common shape.

Di Junxiong stood up, measured over the peg layout, and imagined their connections, then frowned uncertainly, "Is it a human shape?"