Jiang An did not respond immediately.
In stark contrast to the hint of relaxation on Zhang Biao's face beside him, his brows furrowed even tighter.
Years of experience as a criminal investigator told him that in any criminal case, a suspect's confession could never pass muster with a simple "I did it."
It had to reconstruct the entire course of the crime in full and concrete detail, especially those particulars that only someone who had personally experienced it could possibly know.
Yet this Li Mountain in front of him was giving a statement that was oddly vague.
He swept everything lightly under the rug of a "mental episode," giving only the barest, most indistinct answers about his specific actions, the timing, the means, even his mental state—almost to the point of "answering I don't know to everything."
This kind of excessively generalized evasion, instead made a sharp edge of unease flicker across Jiang An's heart.
