Quick Transmigration: Help! What to do when my husband is obsessed with love?

Chapter 176 Trainee Detective 14

As the interrogation experts relentlessly pressed Gao Qianli for answers, listening to him spill the beans about his actions, Ling Yi once again, unusually, left work on time.

It's not that they don't want to work overtime, but rather that criminal suspects are precious and cannot be interrogated while exhausted.

However, there's no rush to conduct the interrogation.

Criminal suspects whose psychological defenses have been breached will eventually confess everything they've done.

These perverts often have an extremely strong urge to confide in others. In the past, they barely restrained themselves because of contempt and self-protection. Now that all the fig leaves have been torn off, they are often easier to interrogate than ordinary criminal suspects.

Getting him to talk is the most difficult part of the interrogation; everything else is secondary.

"Thank you both for your cooperation." Stepping out of the interrogation room, the older woman greeted them with a beaming smile and shook hands with each of them.

With that gentle demeanor, if you asked a few more questions, an ordinary person would probably have to reveal what color their underwear is.

Director Gao watched them from the side and said quietly, "Her husband must have died a terrible death. He couldn't even hide his secret stash of money."

Xiang Ke glanced at him sideways, his gaze shifting from looking at a Corgi to looking at a useful Malinois: "Director Gao, this is work, it's not appropriate to talk about this."

Taking a harmless joke too seriously, Xiang Ke's emotional intelligence once again failed him.

But he didn't care, since it was always Director Gao who needed his help, not the other way around.

Director Gao touched his bald head and said quietly, "If I said that husband was me, wouldn't this whole thing become ridiculous?"

Having been at home for so many years, not only his naive daughter, but even he, an old hand, couldn't hide anything from his wife who has the ability to read minds.

That's absolutely... tragic.

Xiang Ke paused for a moment, then said succinctly, "I'm sorry."

Director Gao waved his hand: "It's alright. Can I apologize as much as I apologize when my wife interrogates me?"

Oh, his wife usually doesn't interrogate him; she can tell what he's up to with just a glance.

Thinking about it that way, it's even worse.

The older woman slapped the documents in her hand against his chest and said with a smile, "Stop talking nonsense. How can I interrogate a criminal suspect if I don't interrogate him?"

These criminal police officers are far more cunning and shrewd than the criminal suspects.

As we all know, most people only have one chance to kill in their lifetime, but criminal police officers have many opportunities to come into contact with murderers and can even send those who have just mastered the skills of killing to the next life.

Therefore, it is undoubtedly a very correct view that criminal police officers are more cunning than criminal suspects.

"I'll stay here to organize the documents. You go home and check on the kids." The older woman snatched the documents back, warning, "Don't give the kids any more spicy food; they have a sensitive stomach!"

"Eh!"

Director Gao watched his wife leave, then turned around and said quietly, "See? Don't date people in the same industry, or you'll be completely controlled."

Suddenly, the look from the Malinois dog turned into the look from the barking Teddy, and Director Gao immediately changed his tone: "Of course, there are advantages to finding someone from the same industry! At least the two of you won't be at a loss for words!"

He wanted to slap himself. He had just discovered that Xiang Ke wanted to pursue someone, and now he was telling the girl not to date someone in the same profession?

“At least when we’re bored at home, we can discuss the new tricks of criminal suspects,” he said with a dry laugh. “Especially for us criminal police officers, when we talk about those things, we’re guaranteed to be full of energy.”

Xiang Ke: "Director Gao, it's getting late. Why don't you go home and see your child first?"

How come he never noticed before that this guy was so bad at talking?

Is it appropriate for a young couple to talk about a murderer?

He doesn't like to use his emotional intelligence on useless people, but that doesn't mean he lacks emotional intelligence.

Director Gao immediately ran away: "Yes, yes, I have to hurry home, I can't let my daughter slack off anymore!"

Director Gao slipped away, leaving only the two of them behind.

Xiang Ke glanced around somewhat uncomfortably and asked softly, "How did you get here?"

Ling Yi: "..."

She had to use all her strength to keep from laughing out loud. It was clear that this guy really didn't use emotional intelligence much in this world. His words were so blunt they could kill several Gao Qianlis.

Fortunately, she could pretend to be blind.

"I'll take the subway." Ling Yi shrugged. "I don't want to get up an hour earlier and rush through the morning rush hour."

As everyone knows, the morning rush hour in Beijing is hellishly difficult.

Xiang Ke's eyes flickered: "What a coincidence, I'm driving today, can I give you a ride?"

Ling Yi: "...Okay."

Okay...ok.

As the two walked out hand in hand, Director Gao emerged from the corner.

"With this kind of skill, you still dare to chase people?" he sighed. "If you can catch someone, I'll go be Xiang Ke's cadaver."

That cold, aloof demeanor makes him utterly uncompetitive; look at him back in the day…

Why aren't you home to see the kids?

"Right away!" Director Gao snapped out of his thoughts and hurried away.

Evening rush hour, a phenomenon just as terrifying as morning rush hour.

Sitting in the car, watching the small electric scooters on the side of the road whizzing past them, Ling Yi felt that the space was becoming increasingly awkward.

Xiang Ke glanced at Ling Yi out of the corner of his eye, and after a long while, he asked thoughtfully, "How long have you been in the police force?"

Ling Yi: "...Is Director Xiang checking my resume?"

"Then I'll have to ask Captain Shi to retrieve your file."

An awkward silence fell over the car once again.

A moment later, Xiang Ke asked again, unwilling to give up: "I heard you've been working overtime a lot. Aren't you tired?"

Ling Yi was suppressing her laughter until her stomach ached. She said in a serious tone, "Reporting to the leader, I'm not tired! Serving the people is what I should do!"

He was practically standing at attention and saluting Xiang Ke.

Xiang Ke fell silent again; that wasn't what he meant.

At this moment, Director Xiang, who has risen through the ranks in both academia and the workplace with his formidable abilities and ability to discard emotional intelligence, is trying to take out the emotional intelligence that has been gathering dust and put aside, pat it and reinstall it, only to find that the program is already outdated and cannot carry his heavy brain at all, only making a laughable creaking sound.

If I had known, I would have used it earlier.

Now, when the time comes to use our skills, we realize how little we have!

He glanced up at the street scene and launched his third attack: "This building must be one of Gao Qianli's hideouts."

Mentioning the case, Ling Yi, who was still feeling excited about being a police officer for the first time, was no longer sleepy.

She immediately said, "Yes, this is the third address. I suspect he will return here after killing the third victim."

This location isn't exactly close to the body dumping site, but there's a certain formula pointing to it.

Xiang Ke breathed a sigh of relief, his tone becoming more relaxed: "Yes, it's the third victim. I found her clothes and a strand of hair here, and the DNA test results from the lab are in."

After a pause, he continued talking about fingerprints and footprints, then about Gao Qianli's provocation. It has to be said that doctoral students are very eloquent, and he kept Ling Yi talking with great interest.

At this moment, Gao Ju's words seemed to return to Xiang Ke's mind like a curse.