After leaving Xia Lin's room, Jiao Liangcai was still rather dazed.
From start to finish, aside from his opening greeting, Zhang Huan had only asked a few questions.
Zhang Huan asked, "Was Feng Ping a member of the Curse Cult?"
Xia Lin answered, "During my final interrogation, Feng Ping never admitted in her answers that she was a member of the Curse Cult."
Zhang Huan asked, "Did you kill Feng Ping?"
Xia Lin answered, "No."
Zhang Huan asked, "Do you know who killed Feng Ping?"
Xia Lin answered, "No."
Once he finished asking, Zhang Huan turned and left.
Rather than an interrogation, it had been more like a brief chat.
Recalling how Zhang Huan had seen straight through his concealment of Chen Miao's report, Jiao Liangcai fell into thought.
Jiao Liangcai knew that some people were born with special abilities.
For instance, they could tell whether someone was lying during a conversation.
Or they could find the owner of a strand of hair or similar object without using any mystic arts.
Or they could hear what someone was thinking.
Such people were indeed rare, but they existed. The Administration had quite a few of them, though the strength of their innate abilities varied.
In most cases, these gifts only worked on ordinary people. Occasionally, one would work on cultivators, but factors such as the strength of a cultivator's soul body or their mystic arts could render it ineffective.
Jiao Liangcai didn't know exactly how Zhang Huan's ability worked, but he knew it was powerful.
At the very least, neither he nor Xia Lin could likely withstand it under normal circumstances.
Of course, he had ways to resist abilities of this kind, but this matter had nothing to do with him. There was no need to use them here.
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