I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords

Chapter 907: 906. Just today Chapter 907: 906. Just today The interrogation room was dimly lit, with Cui Siter sitting in the shadows, watching the man in front of him.

This man looked ordinary, like any passerby you see everywhere. You would never remember any particular features about him after just one glance. In life, countless passersby like him floated away with the wind, and if it weren’t for sitting at this table, Cui Siter was certain he would never have any interaction with this man.

Yet, it was such a man who had committed numerous crimes—based on what the police had obtained, he had already killed six people.

Moreover, he didn’t just kill; he used various cruel methods to mutilate their corpses, as if conducting some sort of evil ritual.

If it hadn’t been for the clue provided by Lu Ban, he might have escaped again.

After all, who would have thought he would dare to steal someone else’s identity in broad daylight and swagger around the crime scene?

According to other employees of the agency, they had seen this man coming and going before, but no one cared about him, considering him just a newcomer. The indifferent social relations provided him with opportunities, so much so that this man had actually signed several rental contracts with clients while masquerading as a real estate agent.

Cui Siter had never encountered such a criminal before.

They had captured this criminal at the train station, where he had just arrived at his seat and was helping an elderly person lift a suitcase onto the rack when the railway police subdued him. The elderly person was still confused.

After entering the interrogation room, this man remained silent, showing no change even when faced with police and evidence.

You see, reality is not like novels and movies. The kind of person who is mentally strong and can even play games with the police is almost non-existent. Moreover, modern case handling emphasizes evidence, and it is not like foreign countries where suspects are apprehended without full certainty.

When in the detention center’s interrogation room, faced with irrefutable evidence, a normal person would start crying within ten minutes if they had strong mental fortitude, but this man, faced with conclusive evidence, remained unmoved and kept silent.

He didn’t seek a lawyer, showed no interest in the evidence, and just sat there.

Until thirty minutes ago, when he finally spoke.