The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

The black detective strode out of the room with the documents, but Bruce didn't leave. Instead, he stood in front of the desk for a few seconds, and then sat down slowly.

He propped his elbows on the table, crossed his fingers into fists, put them under his nose, and narrowed his eyes.

With a flash of light in his blue eyes, in an instant, the time in the room began to reverse.

Jimmy steps back in, puts the papers in his hand, and sits down, Bruce is face to face with him again.

"He's a pretty seasoned FBI agent," Bruce said, and as soon as he looked up, he saw another himself, standing behind Jimmy.

Bruce sitting at the table, the blue pupils in his eyes gradually disappeared, and the whole eyes turned completely white, which looked a little frightening, but the Bruce standing behind Jimmy gradually had a pair of blue eyes, calm, Rational, full of light of wisdom.

Standing behind Jimmy, the blue-eyed Bruce took a step to the left, came to Jimmy's side, pointed to his hand on the table and said: "There are very obvious traces of training on the hand, his marksmanship Should be pretty good."

"How old is he?" Bruce asked with white eyes without pupils.

"Based on the state of the bones and hair of the black man, he should be between 35 and 40 years old. Because he has received more rigorous physical training, he looks younger and stronger than ordinary people."

The blue-eyed Bruce looked at Jimmy's completely still expression, and then said: "The training marks on his body show that he used to be a field agent, and 35-40 years old is the age of a field agent, so why did he sit Here, for civilian intelligence gathering?"

Bruce, with white eyes, blinked lightly, and time began to fast forward again. Jimmy stood up, packed the documents, pulled away the chair, turned and walked towards the door.

Bruce with white eyes blinked again, time began to flow slowly, Jimmy opened his mouth, wanting to confirm the situation with the security guard outside the door, so he showed his teeth.

Time froze again, and the blue-eyed Bruce looked down at Jimmy's mouth. He changed several angles repeatedly, and after seeing the situation clearly, he still said in a very calm tone:
"His teeth are in poor condition. An impacted tooth was found on the right side of the mouth, and caries occurred in the rear molar. Have had any orthodontic treatment."

"This shows that his economic conditions are average." Bruce with white eyes said: "Although field agents are more dangerous, their income is higher, almost 3 to 4 times that of civil servants. If he needs money, it makes no sense to Voluntarily resign from the field agent job."

"Then, the possibility of him actively asking for a transfer is ruled out."

In an instant, time froze again, and the blue-eyed Bruce walked up to Jimmy, from the neck to the shoulders, to the chest, waist and legs, he checked Jimmy's body from top to bottom like a body search.

"The bones are relatively thick, the muscles are evenly distributed, the arm swing and walking posture are normal, the limbs used for action have not suffered serious injuries, the breathing rate is fast, the chest rises and falls smoothly, and there is no obvious abnormality in cardiopulmonary function."

After the blue-eyed Bruce finished speaking quickly, he came to Jimmy again, looked into his eyes and said, "The dilation of the pupils is normal, and the eyeballs are congested, but there are no obvious eye injuries, and the vision is normal."

"It seems that the possibility of him being injured and unable to continue field work has been ruled out." Bruce nodded with white eyes.

In the next second, the lights in the room suddenly went out, leaving only the faint light shining through the gaps in the curtains, and the light in the entire room became dim.

Bruce, who lost his pupils and only had white eyeballs, turned his head suddenly, and saw a pair of gray eyes appearing in the dark shadows at the end of the room.

Slowly pacing out of the darkness was the silhouette of this figure, another Bruce, only with gray eyes.

"This agent named Jimmy doesn't like the job he's doing now." The gray-eyed Bruce said, he walked slowly to the table, still sitting in front of the table, the white-eyed Bruce blinked, Jimmy retreated to his seat again.

Bruce, with gray eyes, reached out and picked up the document in Jimmy's hand. The content on it was blurry, and Bruce didn't see it, so naturally he didn't know what was written on it.

But the gray-eyed Bruce flicked the lower right corner of the white paper with his index finger, and it was rolled up, and the direction of the roll was very regular, and the shape was very regular, obviously it was not pressed by accident.

The gray-eyed Bruce lowered his eyes, then looked up at the white-eyed Bruce opposite, and the white-eyed Bruce stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers.

In front of him, Jimmy's actions began to play at an extremely fast speed, as if many frames were taken out of the movie and turned into many pictures edited together.

"Stop," the gray-eyed Bruce called.

In an instant, Jimmy's movements stopped, and at this time, at the place blocked by the paper document picked up by his left hand, Jimmy's right index finger and thumb pinched the corner of the document and slowly rolled it in.

"Typical anxiety." The gray-eyed Bruce bent down, lowered his body to get close to Jimmy's fingers, and looked at his twitching muscles and said, "He felt very impatient and anxious, and the corners of the rolled up paper showed that , His heart is constantly shrinking inward, and he is having internal friction with a certain emotion of his own."

The next second, the gray-eyed Bruce squatted down again and looked at Jimmy's feet under the table. The white-eyed Bruce also left the chair and squatted down. The gray-eyed Bruce pointed to the direction of Jimmy's leather shoes and said:

"His two feet are not facing the object of conversation at all, but are all turned to the right. What does this mean?"

The two Bruce stood up at the same time and looked to Jimmy's right, which was the door of the office.

"He's desperate to leave, doesn't want to face you at all, and that's completely out of character in this conversation scenario."

"He is an interrogator, and you are the one being interrogated. He shouldn't want to leave before you, but since he expressed this emotion, it proves that there must be a reason for this."

The moment Bruce stood up with white eyes, Jimmy was pulled by an invisible force like a puppet, and stood in front of the long conference table with a straight figure.

Bruce with white eyes walked to the head of the table, Bruce with blue eyes sat on his right, Bruce with gray eyes sat on his left, and at the same time, a red eye appeared in the second place on the right Bruce.

Bruce, who had no pupils, put his hands on the table. He first turned his head to look to the right, and said to Bruce with blue eyes, "Analysis of facts—empathy."

Then, he turned his head to look at Bruce, who had gray eyes on the left, and said, "Emotional judgment—empathy."

Finally, he set his sights on Bruce with red eyes and spit out a word: "...intuition."

"Next, let's put together all the leads we got."

"Jimmy Andres, a former FBI field agent, of the right age, able-bodied, financially disadvantaged, in need of high wages, without serious injuries that would impede his ability to do his job, received from a field agent clerks, turned into civilians conducting interrogations."

"Neither resigned on his own initiative, nor was he transferred due to injury, so there is only one possibility left, he was forced to transfer."

The gray-eyed Bruce added: "Although he has been in a mood of impatience, he has not been fooled or sloppy with his work. He is a very dedicated person."

"When you mentioned that the Constitution gave him the right to go to every inch of federal land, his mood was obviously depressed. This shows that he believes in the law and has a sense of national honor."

"When he mentioned the word justice, his emotions became aroused, which shows that he has a good sense of justice."

"Can an agent transferred from the field department who is not proficient in psychology and behavior be able to make a professional judgment on this case?"

The white-eyed Bruce asked a question, and all the Bruces shook their heads.

"Does Jimmy know this himself?"

All Bruce nodded again.

"Then why did he want to leave?"

Just as the white-eyed Bruce asked the question, he answered by himself: "Because he knows that he can't make a decision, he knows that he is just a puppet, and the outcome of this case was doomed from the very beginning, and his sense of justice made him I am very tired of this unfair trial and desperately want to escape here."

The gray-eyed Bruce sighed softly, and then said: "His last sentence is implying... oh no, it's not implying anymore, he's already expressing that someone manipulated everything to get Schiller in prison , he hopes you can do something to uphold justice."

But at this time, the blue-eyed Bruce said: "If someone manipulated all this, why would they choose an old detective who has a sense of justice and pursues justice, instead of an old detective who is completely under their control and will not do anything?" A fool of any extra action?"

In an instant, Bruce with red eyes stood up, looked at himself in front of the long table, and said in a deep voice:
"They were sure they wouldn't let Jimmy influence the case too much...they didn't want him to live."

With a "snap", the condensed space shattered, and Bruce, who was sitting at the long table, woke up suddenly. He stood up quickly and turned his head to look outside the door.

Only a few minutes passed, but Jimmy's figure had already disappeared in the corridor, and Bruce also stepped forward, chasing after Jimmy in the direction he left.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he turned a corner, he saw two figures walking towards him, Bruce immediately lightened his steps, and he found that it was a man and a woman walking towards him.

"My God, Mr. Bruce Wayne!" The man stepped forward first, looked at Bruce in a surprised tone and said, "I've heard Jimmy say that you will come for an inquiry today, are you willing to cooperate?" What a great job we do!"

"Introduction, I'm William Denetchet, a lecturer in psychology and behavior at the FBI Agent Training Center."

William pushed his glasses, looked at the black-haired lady beside him, and introduced:

"This is the instructor of the FBI agent training center's equipment use and maintenance course, Thalia Ogu."