The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 1182 The Cry of the Lamb ([-])

When Schiller's words fell, the audience was silent.

The female police officer Angela came out from behind the semi-circular long table first, came to Schiller, looked into his eyes and said: "Professor, although this is not a public questioning for the media and the public, you said Every word you say will be recorded, and you must take legal responsibility for it!"

"Of course I know." Schiller looked into her eyes and said, "I know better than all of you what I'm talking about. What you have to do now is handcuff me and find the body."

"Where's the corpse?" Angela narrowed her eyes and asked.

"3th floor."

"Specific location."

"This is the scope of work of the FBI agents." Schiller turned his head and looked around, and said, "I killed people on your site, so I can't tell you the location of the corpse, right?"

The detective who replaced Jimmy stepped forward, and he gestured to Angela with his eyes, Angela took two steps back unwillingly.

The male detective in white pushed his glasses, looked at Schiller and said, "Hello, you can call me Davis, Professor Rodriguez, I hope you understand that the seriousness of malfeasance and murder is very different, You could face a heavy prison sentence of 40 years or more."

Schiller looked at him silently, so Davis nodded, then turned to the subordinates behind him and said, "Start a search, find a body, and report immediately."

Soon, teams of agents left the auditorium. The clock hanging in the center of the wall in front of the auditorium ticked away, and the minute hand rotated forward one by one. As time went by, The faces of all the people in the seats changed.

Davis's face became more and more serious, Thalia and William, who were sitting in the middle seat, narrowed their eyes, Angela's face was solemn, and Bruce's face was expressionless. Obviously, some part of the development of the situation was unexpected. their expectations.

After a full 43 minutes, an agent finally walked in, and when he opened the door, everyone's eyes were on him.

"We found the body of Jimmy Andris in the cabinet in the utility room on the third floor. He died of a pierced heart. He died about 3 hour and 1 minutes ago. It is not yet certain whether the utility room was the first incident. on site."

"Where's the murder weapon?" Davis asked.

"It was not found, but according to the observation of the wound, Andris' heart was pierced by a pen. The murderer pierced his heart from the back of the body. The technique was very skillful and the movements were crisp and neat."

In an instant, everyone's eyes were on Schiller again, and an agent slowly approached Schiller with a pistol in both hands.

Schiller threw up his hands, and another agent stepped forward, groped up and down him, and found a pen in his pocket.

Davis put on his gloves, took the pen, and placed it in front of his eyes. He turned the pen around with his hand, but found no blood or other traces left behind.

"You killed Jimmy in the utility room?" Davis asked.

"The utility room cannot be the scene of the first crime." A voice sounded, but it did not come from Schiller in front of Davis, but from the back of the auditorium.

Bruce got out of the seat, walked down the steps, and said, "I was the last person Jimmy saw before his death, except for the murderer. For people to understand, would he go to the utility room with so many important materials?"

"Mr. Wayne, we should listen to the murderer's explanation." Davis said, staring at Bruce who was coming.

"But the murderer can lie." Bruce didn't budge. He glanced at Roman and Thomas who were standing in a daze on the seat, stepped forward and looked into Davis' eyes and said:
"I don't care about the so-called mind control and abuse, because I think only weak-willed people will complain there crying."

"But Roman and Thomas are also my friends. The Wayne Group has business dealings with the Xiennis and Elliott families. If the two of them are involved in a murder case, I think it is necessary for me to make sure that You can enforce the law impartially and will not spare any criminals."

Davis saw what Bruce meant, and Davis knew that before that, Bruce Wayne's position must be towards Schiller, because the reputation of this professor is closely related to him, and if he can help, he must help.

But only if Schiller is only accused of malfeasance by his students, which is well within the scope of the Wayne Group to reverse.

But if Schiller commits murder within the base of the FBI, it is completely hopeless. At this time, Bruce Wayne, as a businessman, should quickly disassociate himself from the relationship, or even add insult to injury, so that the other party must not There is a day of turning around.

Sure enough, he is indeed a shrewd businessman, Davis thought, turning his face is faster than turning a book, and the change of position is not sloppy.

"Mr. Wayne, I didn't expect you to have a talent for criminal investigation?" At this time, another figure stepped forward, stood beside Davis and looked at Bruce and said. It was William Denetchet.

"I'm not a detective." Bruce said. He shook his head slightly and said, "However, anyone with normal intelligence should be able to imagine that Jimmy, who holds important information, is going to the first stop on the third floor. utility room."

"Then where do you think his first stop will be?" Thalia the black-haired came out from behind William, looking at Bruce with great interest.

"I'll say it again, I'm not a detective, let alone an agent, this is your duty." Bruce shook his head slightly, spread his hands and said, "I'm just providing you with a clue that you may have forgotten, the others It's out of my control."

After finishing speaking, he walked slowly to the long semi-circular table, put his hands on it, looked at the group of people on the opposite side and said, "I pay so much tax every year to support you, didn't I ask you to ask me here, murderer Where did you kill him?"

Davis cleared his throat, pushed his glasses, and said, "Sorry, Mr. Wayne, we don't want such a tragedy to happen. Now we want to talk to the suspect alone. Please wait here for a while." meeting."

After finishing speaking, Davis turned his eyes back. Two agents stepped forward, handcuffed Schiller, and led him out of the auditorium. Davis glanced at Bruce, who had sat down again, and agreed. Turned around and left.

Bruce had just sat down when he noticed a shadow covering the ground in front of his feet.

As soon as he looked up, a sexy woman with long black hair stood beside him, and bent down, her long hair brushed over Bruce's forearm.

"Any cigarettes?"

Before Thalia's long hair left, Bruce gently hooked the tip of her hair with his index finger.

"……certainly."

Schiller walked through a long corridor and came to a veritable interrogation room. There was only a chair in the center of the room, but nothing else.

Without instructions from anyone, Schiller walked over to sit down and put his handcuffed hands on the crossbar connecting the two arms of the chair.

Davis followed closely behind. After the agent guarding the door closed the door, Davis turned on the light in the room, looked at Schiller and said, "Professor Rodriguez, we don't speak secretly... …someone wants you to shut up."

Before Schiller could respond, Davis stretched out a hand and said as if to comfort him: "Of course I know that you have the ability to make all this public, and we can have a long lawsuit to come Carefully analyze whether you have abused your students, and whether you have committed murder and illegal imprisonment."

"But please think about it rationally. Is it really good for you to do this?" Davis stood in front of Schiller, looked down at him and said:
"Yes, those two children who accused you may not have any substantive evidence, and even whether you murdered Jimmy, there is no conclusive evidence at all, but this is not the point, do you understand?"

Davis pulled a pen from his pocket, looked at Schiller and said, "I think you should have found out, a pen that didn't belong to you, was in your coat, it was just a A small trick is not a good frame."

"But if, you must fight us to the end, such small tricks will appear endlessly in your life in the next few decades, until you die of old age."

Davis sighed softly and said: "Professor, you should understand that we are already very kind, because we respect your status in the academic world and your academic achievements, and think that you are one of the few rare talents in the Federation." Talent, so we didn’t use tougher methods.”

"Otherwise, why do you think that a left-wing scholar who has singled out his involvement in the Americas can be treated so softly?"

Davis' eyes gradually turned cold, and Schiller looked into his eyes and said, "It seems that this is not the first time you have done this."

"You know, I am very concerned about my educational career. First, I incited my students and used their ignorance and stupidity to make some trivial accusations against me. You have no hope that such accusations can refute me."

"As long as I come here, there will be many traps waiting for me. You have found a presiding judge with a sense of justice and good popularity. After killing him, put the blame on me as the person under his investigation. The suspect, I have both the motive and the ability to kill him, as for the evidence..."

Schiller looked at the pen in Davis's hand, and said, "For you, the evidence is not important. You have a lot of ways to produce evidence that convinces the media and the public."

"If this doesn't refute me, the next one to die should be Roman or Thomas. I will be portrayed as a ruthless murderer who killed his own students in order to get rid of the crime."

"If this still can't pull me down, you will show Bruce Wayne, whom you have deliberately attracted, that I may threaten the interests of the Wayne Group, and you will use the Wayne Group to incite the media and nail me down. Die on the pillar of shame."

"As you said, if these things still can't shake my position, let me shut up. In the rest of my life, this kind of drama will be staged countless times. One day, I won't be able to hide."

"Professor Rodriguez, I really admire your wisdom and foresight." Davis began to pace in the same place, and then he said: "You expected this, and pleaded guilty directly in the auditorium. Negotiate terms with us."

"In my career, there are not many people who are as aware of current affairs as you are. Most people think that their high social status and good reputation will accompany them throughout their lives. Therefore, when we want to talk to him At that time, the performance was dismissive."

"But in the end, these people can only denounce our insidiousness and injustice in remote and cramped black cells."

Davis didn't shy away from using some negative words to describe himself. He stopped, turned to look at Schiller and said, "But this is what we do, because you are willing to lighten the burden on my work." Now, I am willing to give you a chance to negotiate terms with us."

Schiller nodded, as if accepting his fate, he said, "I know what you want, so I won't put forward conditions like 'can I get away with this'."

Davis nodded, seemingly satisfied with Schiller's attitude, and Schiller then said, "I hope you can meet my three requirements."

"You say it."

"You have spent so much effort just to get me to go to jail. I can guarantee that I will not cause you any trouble on the way to prison or during my sentence, but I have a request for the location of the prison."

"You don't mean to say, you want to go to Blackgate in Gotham, do you?" Davis put his hands on the armrests of Schiller's chair, looked him in the eyes and said, "Everyone knows, little Falco Nei is your favorite student, what is the difference between you going to Gotham Prison to serve your sentence and going home?"

Schiller shook his head, looked up at Davis and said, "On the contrary, I can serve my sentence anywhere except Gotham."

Davis frowned and narrowed his eyes, as if he wanted to know the meaning of Schiller's request, but Schiller immediately spoke about the second request:
"Before I go to serve my sentence, I want to be able to see Bruce Wayne, and I hope that my conversations with him will not be monitored."

"Are you counting on him to save you?"

Schiller shook his head again and said, "I hope he can help me tell my favorite student not to trouble you."

Davis heard the warning in his tone. Schiller's implication was that if he was not allowed to see Bruce or monitor the conversation between them, Schiller would definitely find a way to get the new godfather to find the Federation Bureau of Trouble.

Of course Davis knew that he couldn't show that he was afraid of a gang leader, but the fact was that Gotham was really too evil, Schiller was willing to bow his head, and he didn't need to make extra troubles.

"The third requirement is..." Schiller looked down at his suit, showed a disgusted expression, and said, "You put things in my pockets without my consent, which makes me feel uncomfortable." It was very uncomfortable, so I wanted to change my clothes before I left."

Davis let go of his hands, straightened up, lowered his eyes, and looked down at Schiller. After a moment of silence, he said:

"Many people don't understand our work, and think that our lifelong pursuit is to oppress others and create wrongful cases, but we are just a tool of the state machine, and the state's position is only for interests, without justice."

"Professor, you chose the most decent way for the FBI to handle this matter. You have the greatest respect for us and our work, so naturally we don't mind, and we will try to keep you as decent as possible." .”

Davis personally unlocked the chair and handcuffs for Schiller, stretched out a hand to him, looked him in the eyes and said: "We have agreed to all three of your conditions, and, after you are released from prison, we will I am willing to provide the greatest help for your future employment as much as possible, and you should know where to find me."

Schiller stretched out a hand and held Davis together. Both of them acted calmly as if they were not hostile, but old friends who had known each other for many years.

In the corridor of the FBI, Angela quickly caught up with Bruce, stopped him, looked at him and said, "What the hell are you doing? Aren't we here to rescue Schiller?!"

Bruce walked forward blankly, turned his head to look at the female police officer and said, "You should ask Schiller what he is doing, I didn't make him confess to murder."

"But, but..." Angela stammered, covered one eye with her hand, and said, "Jimmy couldn't have been killed by Schiller, he didn't have time to do it, and a pen alone can't represent it at all." What."

"You have to tell the FBI people about this." Bruce walked forward and said, "Ask them why they deliberately ignore the obvious timeline evidence, and they have to give it to you with just a pen." He is convicted."

Angela took two quick steps forward, stopped in front of Bruce, looked at him and said, "Bruce Wayne, don't you think you are a little weird? You act as if you have a chance to win, but you actually have everything Didn't do it, you seem to be very positive, but also very negative, what are you thinking?"

Just as Bruce opened his mouth to answer, there was a series of hurried footsteps behind him. As soon as the two turned their heads, they saw a group of agents walking towards them.

"Schiller Rodriguez was charged with the murder charges. Due to the extremely bad nature and methods of the crime, he will be taken into custody immediately, and after a closed trial, he will go to prison to serve his sentence."

"Professor Rodriguez hopes that he can see you before leaving... Please come with us, Mr. Wayne."

Bruce Wayne stared into the eyes of the agent and asked him, "What color is Schiller wearing?"

"what?"

"Let me ask you, what color is Schiller wearing now?"

"Uh... dark red suit, light blue shirt, dark blue tie."

For a moment, Bruce's hands trembled, then he lowered his head and let out a sigh of relief.

(End of this chapter)