Nude loan!

Upon hearing this term, Song Guanchao roughly understood what was going on.

Zhang Yulin said, "Many female students have high expenses and are quite vain, but they don't have money, so... we lend to them in this way."

Song Guanchao asked, "If they can't repay, how do you deal with it?"

Zhang Yulin's eyes flickered, "There are a few ways."

"At first, we press them to repay; if they don't, we threaten them, send their nude photos to family and friends, and post them at school."

"At this stage, they generally find ways to repay."

"If they still can't repay, then..."

"Speak!"

"Some girls who are pretty, we... no, it's them, the debt collectors, who would make prettier girls sleep with them to repay the interest this way."

"Afterward, they would be forced to... prostitute themselves to repay the money."

Song Guanchao's expression grew increasingly sullen, and his gaze became colder.

Zhang Yulin felt uneasy under his gaze, stammering, "Some women can't handle the pressure and commit suicide. The Teacher's University is in Zhujiang District, so they approached me, hoping I could suppress the matter."

"I know only this much, and I've told you everything." Zhang Yulin cautiously asked upon noticing his displeased look, "Can I leave now?"

"Leave?"

Song Guanchao sneered, "Do you really think you can leave?"

Zhang Yulin got anxious, "You said if I cooperated with you, it wouldn't concern me!"

"That was before I knew you were doing these dirty deeds!"

"After doing such heinous acts, do you still want to leave?"

He pointed to the surveillance in the interrogation room, "Everything you just said has been recorded. The police will investigate this case."

With that, he stood up and left.

"You, you... Song Guanchao, you can't do this! I cooperated with you, you can't scam me like this!"

Zhang Yulin was furious, realizing he had outmaneuvered himself.

He thought cooperating would leave him out of it.

In the end, a reinvestigation of this case is happening!

Song Guanchao ignored him and slammed the door of the interrogation room shut.

Captain Shi waited outside and, seeing his grim face, was a bit curious, "What did Zhang Yulin say?"

Song Guanchao shook his head, "I'll tell you later."

He walked to the interrogation room next door, pushed open the door, and said, "Bring in Secretary Sun."

"Who?" Captain Shi was somewhat puzzled, "What are you doing?"

"He appears in this case; I need to ask him something."

"Alright, wait a moment."

Captain Shi, being an experienced detective, was surprised but did not show it.

Soon after Song Guanchao sat down, footsteps sounded outside.

Secretary Sun was merely told Song Guanchao needed to see him, without specifics.

Entering the interrogation room, he found it odd, thinking if it's just for a discussion, why choose this place?

As soon as he entered, Captain Shi closed the door.

Looking at Song Guanchao at the interrogation table, Secretary Sun suddenly felt uneasy.

"Sit." Song Guanchao lit a cigarette without looking at him.

Secretary Sun's heart was pounding, but he sat down anyway.

The interrogation chair had a stiff back, making it uncomfortable no matter how he adjusted.

He lit a cigarette, trying to suppress his unease.

After a couple of puffs, seeing Song Guanchao not speaking, he proactively asked, "District Chief Song, what do you want with me?"

Since he entered, Song Guanchao was observing him.

His subtle expression changes and constant adjustments of his posture revealed his inner anxiety.

He tried turning passive into active, attempting to gain the initiative.

All this didn't escape Song Guanchao's eyes.

As for interrogation, Song Guanchao had his methods.

The simplest way to interrogate someone is to first understand their character.

Conveniently, Song Guanchao understood Secretary Sun.

He was a showy yet useless coward.

A slight scare would make him spill anything, whether appropriate or not.

He didn't beat around the bush and directly asked.

"How much do you know about Qin Yuejin's matter?"

This sentence made a flicker of panic appear in Secretary Sun's eyes.

"What?"

"Know about what?"

"Oh, you mean Director Qin's suicide? I..."

"Knock-knock."

Song Guanchao gently tapped on the table, interrupting his attempt to divert the topic.

"Sun Xiangwei, don't try to change the subject."

"You know what I'm asking about, don't answer irrelevantly."

"But you, you aren't asking about his suicide?"

"Heh." Song Guanchao smiled, "Seems you still have a glimmer of hope."

"Then let me put it another way."

"Yunhai Club."

He stared intensely at Secretary Sun.

Sure enough, when the words Yunhai Club were spoken, Secretary Sun's pupils shrank and more panic showed on his face.

He seemed to fall into panic, and after two or three seconds, said, "Yunhai Club? Oh, I know, it's a club in our Lingjiang. I... I even invited you there for a meal."

Cold sweat started seeping from his back, filled with unease.

He had a fear of his secret being revealed.

"Indeed, weeping only at the sight of a coffin."

Song Guanchao extinguished his cigarette, "Take out your phone."

"District Chief Song, what are you doing?"

"I'm also a member of the task force…"

"Take out the phone, don't make me repeat a third time."

Secretary Sun clenched his teeth and finally obediently took out his phone.

Song Guanchao said, "Call your family and tell them you need to be away on business for the next few days so they won't worry."

This statement directly crushed Secretary Sun's mental defenses.

Is this to confine me?

"District Chief Song..."

"If you cooperate, the sooner you confess, the sooner this ends. If your involvement isn't serious, I can decide to retain your current position and only give you a warning as punishment."

He pointed to the surveillance, "I'm not fooling you. There's surveillance here, and our conversation is being recorded."

"If you don't cooperate, whatever I find out later will lead to more severe handling."

"You have five minutes to think it over."

Song Guanchao took off his watch, facing the dial towards himself.

He stared at the dial, watching the seconds tick by.

This imposed immense pressure on Secretary Sun.

The information disparity between the two sides made Song Guanchao seem as if he already had enough evidence, as if he already knew all his secrets.

He didn't know what he should say, much less how much he should say.

If the information he had wasn't as much as expected...

This was a psychological game—a matter of endurance.

But clearly, Song Guanchao had the upper hand.

In the quiet interrogation room, only the ticking of Song Guanchao's mechanical wristwatch could be heard.

The ticking countdown echoed like a soul-snatched, making Secretary Sun increasingly uneasy, his nerves stretched to the limit.

He struggled like a trapped beast, making a final effort, "What exactly do you want to know?"

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