The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 2555: Xiao Xiao Down (Thirty-nine)

"Oh, really? The second he took my letter and left, I should have picked up the phone and called the police to report him missing. Will you promise me that you won't call the mental hospital after I do that?"

Sivana noticed Schiller's change and quickly tried to smooth things over, saying, "Officer, you can't be so aggressive. Professor Schiller has nothing to do with these cases. He just had some bad luck and happened to run into..."

"I don't think there are so many 'just right'..."

Sivana was about to say something, but was forced back by Schiller's death stare. Schiller gave up pretending, sighed, crossed one leg over the other, stared at Clay and said:
"I have to say, Mr. Agent, your disguise is terrible. Such leading questions are only taken by agents. Police officers would not do that."

"Because your boss arranged an unprofessional agent training for you. He never told you that agents are gods flying around in the sky. You are only responsible to your boss. You are only responsible for getting the results your boss wants from the interrogation subjects. If anything goes wrong, your boss will also be responsible."

"There is an invisible rule in your system. That is, the lower-level agents do not exist. They are invisible people. Whoever makes the decision is responsible, and the executor does not bear any responsibility."

"No boss will push you out to take the blame just because others are dissatisfied with the confession results, because every one of you knows that you are just guns."

"But the police are people walking on the ground. The police system is much more complicated than you think. In addition to finding out the truth, the police at the grassroots level also need to appease the public, deal with reporters, and even curry favor with those who may threaten the jobs of their superiors."

"Because if they don't do this, they may lose their jobs, get no salary, and then starve to death. They may also offend their superiors and be kicked out of the main team, with no chance of promotion. They may even be condemned by thousands of people and have to run away to another city in disgrace."

"So their interrogation is not that simple at all. They need to calm the person being interrogated first, then tell them that it is their duty and ask them not to blame them. Then they start by asking about physical evidence, because it is easier to get the next step and it is easier to get the job done."

"Instead of imposing on me a specific fact that you have created in your mind, using leading questions to get me to come up with the answer you want."

"You did this because you have always done this in the agent's system. Your boss will tell you what answer he wants before the interrogation begins. Then you use this answer as the result and the previous clues as the process to string together a story you want in your mind."

"When facing the interrogator, all you have to do is to find ways to guide him to tell the story you want."

Clay felt the change in Schiller's gaze. He felt like a fish being skinned, with his internal organs and bones clearly visible to the man opposite him.

"Your boss gave you an answer about me, and you found clues in these murders, so you made up a story about me."

"I am a serial killer hiding in the community. When I first moved here, I met the postman. I heard him complain about me sending so many letters, so I decided to kill him."

"When he came to collect the mail, I told him that I would have something delivered later and asked him to come over. I also used a high tip to lure him to my house later."

"I brutally killed him in my house, cut up his body and hid it, but I didn't expect that Mr. Piero, who was closer to the post office, saw the postman passing by in the yard. He was the only one who knew that the postman came to my house at night."

"When he greeted me the next morning, he unfortunately leaked the news. I knew that this would make the police the only suspect, so I had to kill him."

"But there's already a body hidden in my house. If there's another one, the strong smell will quickly attract the police. I'm an old hand, and I won't make such a low-level mistake, so I decided to frame Mr. Pierrot's death on someone else."

"But I just moved in not long ago, and I have almost no idea about the living habits of other residents. There is only one person I know in this community, and that is the principal, Mr. Shivana. I know that he often works overtime until late at night, so he gets up very late in the morning and will not move around in the room at this time."

"My relationship with this gentleman is not good either, just like I had friction with the former president of Gotham University. Or rather, I don't want this school to have a president at all. If I can use this corpse to get him to leave, that would be great."

"But I knew that if I just went over there to throw the body, it would be easy for the enemy to find me and remember my physical features, so I instigated my niece to wear loose clothes, use her agility to climb over the back wall, and throw the bag containing the body over there."

"I drove to the post office and asked the people there what they thought about the missing postman. I guessed they would report the case, so I tried to prolong the time to file the case. For example, I said something like 'Yesterday I saw the postman was tired and not in a good mood'. This would mislead the postman's colleagues and the police, making them think that the postman just skipped work to rest, thus prolonging the search time."

"After making sure everything was alright over there, I drove back, pretending to be a completely innocent victim, and walked back to you without any scruples. As a perverted murderer, I watched you being fooled by me and secretly delighted..."

Schiller ignored the silence in the room and the shocked looks of the new police officers gathered at the door or in the room, and continued:
"You asked me if I had seen the postman. If I said yes, you would then ask what our relationship was. If I said he received a lot of letters from me, you would ask him how he looked at the time. Even if I said he looked fine, you would say that I had added so much workload to him and it was impossible for him to have no complaints at all..."

"Then you can naturally lead the topic to whether I am a person who can tolerate others' bad attitude towards me. The fact is of course that I can't. Even if you ask all my colleagues and friends, you will never come to the conclusion that I am a gentle person. All you can get is that I have a bad temper."

"So, you have perfectly deduced my motive. Because the postman was rude to me, I, a mentally disturbed lunatic, wanted to kill him."

"The method is easier to infer. I have woven a perfect human skin for myself. I am a successful university professor, rich enough to buy a luxurious villa, and know Bruce Wayne and other celebrities. I enjoy a high reputation in the academic world."

"And I wear a suit and tie every day, so people can recognize at a glance that I am a person of high social status. This way I will not be suspected in any occasion, let alone in front of the postman."

"So I had plenty of opportunities to lure him into my house, hit him with any blunt object while he wasn't paying attention, cut his body into pieces, and then dispose of it at various places without hesitation."

"Or maybe this is not enough, you need me to be more perverted, I didn't throw his body away..."

Schiller stood up as he spoke, walked to the refrigerator, stood in front of it, turned to look at the old policeman at the door and said, "Excuse me, can you help me lift this thing up? Anyway, you are standing there, intending to come over and open the refrigerator to reveal the truth at his command."

The old police officer didn't seem surprised. He walked over to Schiller and waved to the other young policemen. Clay widened his eyes slightly and glared at him and said, "What are you doing?! You need to obey my orders!"

"Look, it's the same thing again." Schiller sneered and said, "Listening to the opinions of suspects or onlookers is never within your job scope, but the police have to do it, otherwise they will receive complaints and have their wages deducted."

"This is especially true for the police officers under Gordon. They have spent unimaginable amounts of energy to establish their own prestige in this sinful city. The police officers who have survived to this day never just obey orders from anyone. They are the defenders of this city and its citizens."

With the joint efforts of several police officers, the heavy and huge refrigerator was lifted up. The moment it was lifted up, the door of the freezer fell down and one of the drawers was half opened.

Inside was half a human arm.

At this time, the police from the physical evidence department came in. Although he didn't understand the strange and serious atmosphere in the room, he still reported conscientiously: "Boss, the body has been pieced together. In addition to the missing scalp, fingers and genitals, two-thirds of the right forearm is also missing..."

Everyone's eyes fell on the half arm in the freezer, which perfectly matched the police's description.

Clay stood up, narrowed his eyes and said, "Schiller, no matter how you argue, the evidence is irrefutable. I think you need to..."

Sivana pushed him away with such great force that Clay fell directly to the ground. The bald man's right eye was shining brightly. He almost madly pushed aside several policemen and rushed to the refrigerator.

Because in his vision, the entire freezer layer of the refrigerator was filled with an incomparable evil force.

He reached out and pulled open the drawer where the arm was. Under the arm, countless layers of crimson meat were frozen, and at the deepest part of the drawer, Shivana saw a hoof.

The moment he opened the drawer, endless purple energy was released from the small refrigerator grille, almost filling the entire room and spreading outward.

The right eye became brighter and brighter, and evil energy began to flow towards Shivana's right eye.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!!"

Shivana let out a scream, covered her eyes, knelt down, and curled up in pain.

And in the hazy vision through his fingers, he only saw the smile on Schiller's face, which was cold, bad, and childishly naive.

I think they were right.