The suspect, who had been full of disdain just a second earlier, gradually developed a dull, unfocused gaze, until his eyes were utterly empty.
And the one responsible for it all, Clear Wind, quietly poked a small, furry head out of Chen Lin's cuff. An eerie glimmer flashed through those amber eyes before Clear Wind swiftly ducked back inside.
It all happened so quickly that Qin Churan noticed nothing.
"Done."
Chen Lin put away his pocket watch and spoke casually, as though he had just done something utterly trivial.
"You can turn the surveillance back on and start your interrogation now."
At that moment, Qin Churan's entire worldview was crushed to dust, with not a scrap left behind.
Her normally piercing eyes widened as she stared at Chen Lin as though he were a monster. Her voice distorted with sheer shock.
"N-no... wait... you... that's it?!"
"What else were you expecting?" Chen Lin spread his hands and said mildly, "This is a hypnosis technique passed down in my family. Don't tell anyone else."
With that, he opened the interrogation room door and walked out, leaving the stage to a petrified Qin Churan.
Every follow-up question she wanted to ask caught in her throat.
She stood there, looking at the vacant-eyed suspect, who resembled a puppet, then at Chen Lin's retreating figure beyond the door, so utterly untroubled. She felt as though her brain had turned to mush.
She forced herself to calm the turmoil inside her and turned the surveillance back on.
In the monitoring room, An Xin watched the screen return to normal less than two minutes after it had gone dark, and was left speechless.
Off, then on again-are you messing with me?
"Captain An, send someone over to record the statement!"
Qin Churan's voice came through the