The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 2575: Xiao Xiao Down (Fifty-nine)

The charge consultation meeting was held at 9 o'clock in the morning. In addition to Schiller and Clay, many other people came.

No one is allowed to attend the charge consultation meeting, and there will be no public hearings, so the people who come are more or less related to this case, such as Gordon, Bullock, the police who discovered the crime scene at the same time as Gordon, and even Principal Shivana.

Especially Shivana.

He received a call from Schiller last night when he was still working overtime in the office. When he heard that Schiller had been accused, Shivana felt very curious.

What Schiller said to him in the hospital that day kept lingering in his mind. He thought a lot about it, but still hadn't made up his mind to do it.

He was not worried that he could not do it, but he did not know whether it would be useful. He was a person who had never had an advantage in this regard, so naturally he would not feel sure that it would bring him any benefits.

After answering Schiller's call, Shivana knew that Schiller seemed to want to show him the benefits of having a say and help him make up his mind.

So here he was, but he still had a legitimate reason, which was to serve as a witness to refute a certain accusation.

The charge consultations began soon.

The prosecutor was Harvey's teacher, so Harvey could also sit in as an assistant to the prosecutor. He only saw his teacher read out all the charges and announced that the two sides had begun negotiations.

Things turned out just as they expected in the office, with Schiller denying all charges and claiming self-defense, while Clay insisted on the charges of murder and intentional injury.

Both parties presented their own evidence, or in fact only Schiller presented valid evidence, such as his windows had signs of being smashed, the chimney had signs of being invaded, the basement door lock was directly cut open by force, and another basement door was directly knocked open.

The environment inside the house was also terrible. Not only was the door broken, but many things were knocked to the ground, the carpets were all moved, and there were Clay's footprints on the ground.

Almost everyone was stunned when they saw the evidence. They thought that even if Clay had no professional ethics, he should have basic professional qualities. Wasn't he an excellent student in criminal investigation?

Even if he really wanted to find evidence instead of seeking personal revenge, he should have known the consequences of his actions. Since he knew he might be accused, why didn't he even wear shoe covers?

Xivana also lowered his voice and asked Schiller, "Are you sure he doesn't have any backup plan? Why is he so arrogant?"

Schiller shook his head and lowered his voice, saying, "I know them too well. Have you ever seen an FBI agent wearing shoe covers before breaking into a house?"

"Aren't they afraid?"

"What are they afraid of? Agents are the last resort. Once they are used to conduct infiltration searches or secret arrests, it means that things have reached a point of no return. The only thing that matters is whether they can find evidence and catch the person. As for the traces left behind, naturally someone will take care of them."

"So this is agent thinking?"

"Would you go out of your way to develop a high-grade material that doesn't leave fingerprints on a gun to make it?"

"Can't you just wipe it off?"

"Yes, this is the thinking of an agent. Catch the person first and leave evidence. At worst, we can send another group of people to clean it up."

Shivana nodded and turned his attention back to the consultation meeting.

Clay couldn't produce any compelling evidence to prove that he didn't break into a private house. He obviously wanted Gordon and Bullock to prove it for him, but he still used the method of an agent.

That is, without discussing it in advance, they put pressure on the spot and express an attitude similar to "You won't have an easy life if I die."

But unfortunately, Gordon and Bullock are not his colleagues. They are policemen, not secret service chiefs. They are not worried about leaks, and the Gotham Police Department does not have any important secrets, so Clay's threat is invalid.

"Mr. Clay, anyone can see that your evidence is insufficient. If you insist on making the accusation, I'm afraid you won't be able to obtain a grand jury indictment, and I won't bring charges against Mr. Rodriguez for you."

"If you can find a prosecutor to file charges against you, I can only regretfully tell you that this will definitely be considered legitimate defense by the jury and prosecutor in charge of the trial, and you will also be charged with the same offenses of trespassing and dereliction of duty."

"But that human skin! That's evidence that he killed someone!" Clay shouted, "How could human skin appear out of thin air? If he didn't kill someone, how could he sew the human skin on me?"

"Sorry, Officer Clay, I picked it up on the road." Schiller nodded slightly.

"This is ridiculous!" Clay's voice broke.

He felt that he now existed in an illusory world, a world without laws and morals, and everyone was just a parrot, constantly repeating "you are wrong, he is right."

But this is an obvious fact. When the human skin was covered on his body, it was still warm and the blood had not dried yet. How could it be picked up on the road?
He was still conscious when Schiller sewed him in, and then fell into a coma due to lack of oxygen. He even saw every move of Schiller. Why didn't these people listen?
Clay felt his thoughts begin to drift away, and in a trance, he saw Schiller's face swaying in front of him.

Before Schiller covered his face with the facial features of the human skin, he saw Schiller's facial features become blurred, disappear and melt in the constant flashes.

"Mr. Clay, Mr. Clay? Do you hear me?"

The prosecutor's voice sounded far away. Clay felt that his consciousness took a long time to return to his body. He looked at the prosecutor blankly and said, "What? What happened?"

"I am asking you, sir, what do you know about the owner of this skin, Brata? Do you know him?"

"No, I don't know..." Clay felt a severe headache.

"Did you witness the scene of his murder? Did you see Mr. Rodriguez there?"

"No, I didn't, but it's obvious that he couldn't have picked up that skin on the road. It's completely contrary to common sense."

The prosecutor looked at Schiller.

Schiller nodded and said, "No, this is possible. It is not against common sense, but very consistent with the situation at that time. I must ask my neighbor Mr. Shivana to talk about it."

Schiller looked at Shivana, who nodded and said, "In fact, just a few days ago, we both encountered a mysterious corpse dumping incident."

Shivana took out some photos and handed them to the prosecutor, which showed the body that had been dumped in his yard and the scene of the police working around the body.

"The police officers present at the scene can also testify for me that several plastic bags of bodies suddenly appeared in my yard. They were my neighbors, and Mr. Rodriguez also found severed limbs in his refrigerator."

Jonathan and Valentine, who were invited over, also spoke up: "In fact, we all found body parts at home, but apart from these body fragments, there is no evidence to prove our crime. Our colleagues can testify for us."

The prosecutor looked back at Gordon.

Gordon pondered for a moment, took out a document and said, "We have indeed found a large number of unidentified body parts all over Gotham recently."

The prosecutor took the report, which listed in detail similar cases that had occurred recently. In addition to the cases of Shivana, Schiller, Jonathan and Valentine, there were apparently many other people who found parts of bodies in their homes, most of them in the refrigerator.

"This is obviously Clay's work as well." Schiller responded to Sivana's gaze with his eyes and whispered, "A tainted witness."

Sivana was a smart man. He immediately realized that this was a frame-up plan by Clay, or the spy organization behind him. The method was to throw the body directly into someone's refrigerator, then rush in and catch him, saying he was a murderer.

This method seems ridiculous and is just a formality, but we cannot expect these agents to have any more sophisticated skills. If this trick keeps working against ordinary people, they will never change it until they fall flat on their face.

I guess it must be now.

Watching the prosecutor reading out one record after another of unexplained body dumping, the people sitting behind Schiller couldn't suppress their smiles.

But Clay still hadn't figured out what this meant. He looked at Schiller and said, "What kind of evidence is this?"

"Isn't this evidence?" Schiller said, his tone rising, his voice very cheerful, "Since arms and legs can appear in anyone's refrigerator, why can't human skin appear on the street?"

Clay's face turned livid in an instant.

Because he was the one who put all these arms and legs scattered around the refrigerators.

Seeing Clay's unpredictable expression, Jonathan couldn't help laughing. He whispered to Schiller in the front row, "You should ask Bruce to come over and see. You can definitely make him laugh."

"Do you still need me? Don't you think our respected Officer Clay is funny enough?" Schiller also smiled.

Valentine glanced at Schiller. He knew that although this was funny, it was at most an opening act.

The prosecutor hesitated for a moment, looked at Gordon again, and said, "Chief, although there have been frequent cases of body dumping recently, judging from the records of these cases, most of the body parts that appeared in unknown locations were limbs, while the skin was..."

Clay looked at the prosecutor and thought, finally, a normal person.

Now he felt that he was surrounded by a bunch of crazy people. He was obviously the normal one among all the crazy people, but these crazy people insisted that he was crazy. Suddenly, he saw someone who could think normally and point out the mistakes. He was so moved that he almost cried.

But Gordon interrupted him and said, "There are more cases of body dumping under investigation. We cannot determine which parts of the body fragments are involved in these cases."

He frantically winked at the prosecutor, signaling him to stop talking, because Gordon knew very well that if the prosecutor dared to say that there was no skin among the body fragments, then in a few days, the Gotham Police Department would become the largest collection of human skin.

The prosecutor actually understood what Gordon meant, but just like Gordon, a prosecutor who could survive in Gotham until today and is still alive must be a hexagonal warrior with both full ability and morality. After hesitating for a moment, he still said.

"But the autopsy report you provided shows that the skin was peeled off very delicately. From my experience in criminal investigation, the murderer should have strong surgical skills. However, the cross-sections of these severed limbs are very rough, and it looks like they were sawed off at random. Whether it is the technical level or the aesthetic style, it can be said that there is a world of difference..."

"Can you open your eyes and see how those Huskies are laughing?!" Gordon roared in his mind, "You're still praising them!! You're still praising them!!!"

The gang of psychos sitting across from Gordon were literally dying of laughter, and they looked like they were going to pass out right away if they heard one more joke about severed limbs and skin.

"We still need to investigate." Gordon gritted his teeth and said, "At present, we cannot rule out the possibility that they are the same murderer."

If you praise them again, you might become a part of it tonight, Gordon thought viciously in his heart, if you want to die, don't take me with you.

Suddenly, Schiller cleared his throat.

Gordon was so scared that he almost jumped out of his chair. He would never be cured of his "Schiller phobia" and paranoia that "Schiller must be the cause".