New Gods of North America.

Chapter 484 Guilty Conscience
In fact, Wayne is not sure how the so-called "micro-expressions" should be applied specifically.

But that doesn't stop him from knowing how to act in film and television dramas, making him look confident and handsome.

So he stood up pretending to be relaxed, leaned sideways at the interrogation table, and looked down at the murderer's accomplice named "Steve":

"I'll ask you a few simple questions to gauge your daily mood. Of course, you can also try acting. I'd love to add new material to my thesis.

"Do your friends usually call you 'Steve'?"

The other party did not answer indifferently, with one corner of his mouth slightly raised.

Wayne glanced at the police officers outside the door frame, some of whom took out notebooks and started taking notes.
In order to avoid a dull effect, Wayne could only turn around and pretend that he was teaching Doug:
"Look, one corner of his mouth is raised, which shows contempt or disgust. This is a typical confrontational emotion, but it may also mean that we have said something that he does not want to admit at the moment."

Doug put on a teachable expression and cooperated with the joke.
Wayne then turned his head to the murderer's accomplice again. This time he planned to throw out the correct answer to bluff him, otherwise the other party would always have a stern face, and he would not be able to continue the rivalry...

"Since you don't want to answer, let's get straight to the point. Your gang shouldn't have that many people, probably no more than ten, but since it's a gang, there must be a so-called 'leader'.

"What's the name of the leader among you? William? Carl? Steve? John?"

The other party still tried hard to maintain a "expressionless" state.
At this time, Wayne deliberately clapped his hands, pretending to say "I have gained something", and without turning his head, he signaled Doug to quickly record it, "Write it down, he and that Carl are not the leaders of the gang."

Meanwhile, Wayne continued to look the other person in the eye and continued, "So it could be Michael? James? David? Thomas?"

Just as the contempt on the other person's face became more and more obvious, Wayne finally threw out the correct answer, "Avner?"

The other party may not have reacted for a moment, and the expression on his face did not change much.
But Wayne pretended to be "brightened" and directly signaled Doug to take notes, "Avner! The leader of their gang is called Avner!"

The onlookers outside the door all seemed a little puzzled and suspicious at this time, but the pupils of the guy being interrogated actually contracted.
Wayne now breathed a sigh of relief, realizing that he had made the right choice in the multiple-choice question of picking the leader from the note.

Now that the news had been opened and proved that the information given by Reverend Tyrell was indeed accurate, Wayne began to let himself go and continued to ask several different names.

The murderer's accomplices were a little shocked at first, but were soon made to lose confidence by Wayne.

"Robert! There's no point in smiling foolishly. There are no wrinkles at the corners of your eyes, which means it's a fake smile. This is the name of one of their accomplices. Write it down."

"Daniel! This name is correct. His eyes try to avoid it, which is also a sign of guilty conscience."

"Matthew! Even though he tried to glare at me, his body muscles were not so easy to control. One shoulder was shaking, which showed that he was a little angry. This is also true."

After Wayne pretended to "get" the names of several accomplices by talking to himself, he now really understood the other party's micro-expressions.

His face was pale and he lowered his head, and his whole body exuded a sense of powerlessness, which should represent "guilt".

But the drama is not over yet. Since the other party has shown real emotional reactions and seems to have been somewhat broken, then we should strike while the iron is hot.

Wayne deliberately imitated the masters in movies and TV dramas, and moved his face closer to the other person, deliberately acting aggressive. At the same time, he also sped up his speech, and questions began to pop out like a machine gun.

"Where does that Avner live in Richmond? East? West? South? South!" "There are several avenues in the south. First Avenue? Second Avenue? Second Avenue!"

"What block on Second Avenue? Jefferson? Mary Shaw? Greene? Greene!"

"What's his house number on the Green Street? More than fifty? No, ten? Twenty? Thirty? Forty? Forty!

"Which one is it, number 40? Forty-one? Forty-two? Forty-three? Number 43, Green Street, Second Avenue!"

After finishing the series of lines, Wayne felt his mouth was a little dry, but in fact, Wayne was just adding extra information to the intelligence he already knew, and then kept moving towards the correct answer.

But the other party's reaction at this time was very real. His knees were slightly opened, and his arms were completely hung down, as if his legs were weak and paralyzed.

In order to facilitate the next interrogation, maybe there will be some clues that he wants to get from the other party, so Wayne also killed someone and broke his heart.
He reached out and patted the other person's shoulder, "Thank you for your cooperation, you will be reunited with your companions soon."

After saying that, Wayne took the small piece of paper with the address written on it again from Doug, turned around and was about to walk out.

At this time, Sheriff William, who had been watching outside the door, pushed aside the police officers who were amazed by the series of performances:

"You got the result by asking like this? Doesn't it feel a little unreliable?"

Wayne flicked the small piece of paper in his hand with his fingertips and smiled easily, "Whether it is accurate or not, we will know it after we go over and take a look. Facts can test the scientific nature of this method."

……

In the carriage, Wayne didn't expect that it was Inessa who seemed to be still in shock and was still staring at him.
Wayne felt a little guilty when she looked at him, so he had to take the initiative to start the conversation, "What's wrong?"

Inissa's eyes were burning. "Although I know you got the clues in advance, your explanation sounds reasonable and doesn't seem to be completely fabricated."

Wayne nodded. "In fact, there is such a discipline. It can be used in solving cases and in daily life. However, the accuracy rate is not that high and it also depends on personal experience. Of course, when used in life, it does not mean to pry into other people's privacy or secrets, but it can be used to resolve many unnecessary conflicts and negative emotions."

Seeing Inesa's eyes shining, Wayne took the initiative to add, "Are you interested? Want to learn? I'll teach you."

Inesa nodded her head repeatedly in a cute way, "Since I was a child, I have wanted to understand what other people are thinking, but the mentors in the orphanage did not encourage me to do so. They said that there is no need to understand those meaningless consumables and I just need to work hard to improve my rank. But I think that some people can actually be communicated with and there is no need to treat them all as prey."

What kind of horrible "original family" is this...

Wayne tried to make Inesa return to normal. "I will try to teach in the detective agency in the future. And it doesn't matter if you don't have to learn these things. It's also a good thing to be able to express your true thoughts naturally and do what you feel comfortable with."

Inissa blinked her eyes. Her purple eyes looked very beautiful up close, like gorgeous gems.

Unfortunately, her words were as sharp as ever: "But now you are trying to touch your nose. You said this is a typical reaction of a guilty conscience."

I'm not the guilty kind!
(End of this chapter)