The interrogation of Li Tao lasted a full two hours.
Throughout the interrogation, Zhang Biao almost exhausted all the experience and techniques he had accumulated over years of interrogation work.
From emotional resonance and thought softening, to stern criticism and policy admonishment.
From evidence coercion to psychological pressure, every conceivable interrogation method was tried, advancing step by step.
However, Li Tao on the other side was like a stubborn stone stuck in a pit: foul and hard.
No matter how Zhang Biao guided, persuaded, or even reprimanded, he remained unfazed and unmoved.
It seemed that no words could penetrate his cold and obstinate mental defense.
Seeing the interrogation hit a deadlock, Zhang Biao could only reluctantly stop.
He raised a hand to strongly rub his furrowed brow, turned around, and patted the shoulder of the young officer Wan beside him, hoarsely instructing, "I'm going out for a breather, you keep an eye on things here for a while."
