The world of American TV series: Starting with the L.A. Patrol.

Chapter 162 Observing the trial

"I'm just an insurance seller."

Jack defended weakly, feeling dumbfounded in his heart. Justin is becoming more and more like a normal person now and has learned to play pranks on others.

The female police officer's impression of the guy in front of her dropped sharply, "Are you selling pension insurance to an old woman in her 60s or 70s?"

"You must know that there are more and more centenarians in our country, and there are frequent abuse problems in nursing homes." Jack began to talk seriously.

The female police officer glared at him angrily, turned to Finlay and asked, "Do you want me to put him in the detention room?"

Finlay shook his head, "I still have some questions to ask, leave them all to me." After speaking, he reached out and took the file printed out by the female police officer, and escorted Jack towards the conference room.

There is no dedicated interrogation room in this small town police station. There are only two conference rooms, one large and one small, separated by wooden wall panels. Finlay opened the small one, led Jack inside, and gestured with his mouth to the partition wall. He could listen in here, so he took the files and went next door.

Sure enough, Jack was sitting on the chair and clearly heard the sound of opening and closing the door from next door, followed by Finlay's self-introduction.

"I'm Inspector Oscar Finlay and I'm going to ask you some questions. I know you've been informed of your rights, so you know you don't have to answer."

There was only silence in response to his awkward opening remarks.

Finlay snorted lightly and continued.

"The body was found in grass beside the highway, near an overpass, and was covered with crushed cardboard boxes."

"The deceased was running, shot in the head and had no identification on him. Our coroner is verifying the identity of the deceased through fingerprints."

"Long range shot, 9X39mm bullet, no shell casing found."

"The victim is a male, in his 30s, of medium build. He was severely beaten after death. Do you know who this person is?"

"How did he die?"

Finlay's response was still endless silence.

"Well, it's been fun talking to you, and I don't want to waste the rest of my afternoon, so maybe your court-appointed attorney can get you to talk."

Jack heard the chair being pushed back as someone stood up, making a scraping sound on the floor. It should be that Finlay finally lost his patience and planned to end this ineffective communication.

Just when Jack heard the sound of the doorknob turning, a strange male voice suddenly appeared next door, deep and powerful, with a bit of resonance, "I don't need a lawyer."

Then came Finley's teasing: "Listen, has he spoken?"

"He only spoke when he wanted to speak." Reacher also used the third person in his answer.

"Why don't you need a lawyer?" There was another sound of the chair being pushed, and it was probably Finlay sitting back again.

"Because I didn't kill anyone." Reacher paused and then continued.

"At least not recently, and not in this town."

Finlay seemed a little speechless. Jack couldn't see his expression, but he thought he didn't look much better at the moment.

Then there was the sound of paper being turned over, and after a while, the detective's voice continued.

"Jack Reacher, both parents are dead. He has an older brother, Joey, who is two years older. You are a veteran and once led the 'Army Military Police Unit 110 Special Investigation Team'. So, you are still a military policeman?"

Finlay continued to read the information, "You killed several people during your mission, but the military court investigation later ruled that all of this was justified. So, if I think the man sitting in front of me is a trained killer, Machine, you know what that would be like?”

"Your guess is not wrong, but this murder has nothing to do with me. From your description, there are at least three perpetrators."

Hearing Reacher begin to analyze the case, Jack next door also had a smile on his face, and there was a sense of sympathy between colleagues.

"Shooting from a long distance, one shot is fatal, so the person who fired the shot was a good shooter. The 9X39mm bullet was a subsonic gun produced by the former Soviet Union. If I had to guess, it was a VSS, with its own silencer, very efficient. And quietly, this guy wasn’t a novice because he picked up the shell casings.”

"Okay, please continue." Finlay seemed to think what Reacher said made sense.

"The second person is a manic patient who beats corpses. His brain is not normal. This is inconsistent with the logic of the professional gunman's behavior."

"The third person was introverted and had a certain amount of empathy, so he grabbed some things and covered the body because the manic person would not do such unnecessary things, and the gunman was rigorous and would not do anything casually. Then they covered the people with cardboard boxes.”

Jack nodded frequently when he heard this. Although this was a simple psychological profile, the thought of these words coming from a big guy weighing more than 230 pounds made people feel full of peacekeeping. It seemed that ordinary people would have a kind of prejudice. People with muscles must also have muscles in their brains and are not good at thinking.

Finlay also seemed to think that what Reacher said made sense, "Your guess is very interesting, but today someone saw a person walking near the place where the body was abandoned. His body shape matched your description. You know this is a small town, like There aren’t many people your size.”

"That person is me. I got off the coach this morning and walked all the way." Reacher explained.

"But the long-distance bus doesn't stop at Margrave." Blind Sheng grabbed Hua Dian.

"I didn't say that the long-distance bus stopped at Margrave. The driver showed me a favor and made an exception." Reacher was a little angry.

Jack felt that Finlay wanted to deliberately provoke Reacher to test, and he was secretly amused. This guy hadn't figured out the situation yet. The big guy opposite him not only far surpassed him in physique, but also had an IQ.

Then the two had a boring exchange about the purpose of Reacher coming to Margrave. Reacher said that he came here purely on a whim and just wanted to know about a deceased blues singer-Blind Blake.

Finlay said this was unreasonable. A homeless man had more than 200 yuan in his pocket and traveled hundreds of kilometers to this remote town just to get to know a deceased black blues singer?

Well, at this time, Reacher's image in his mind has been fixed as a homeless man with nothing to do, or even better, a veteran with mental problems caused by PTSD.

"Okay, the coroner concluded that the time of death was 12 o'clock last night. If I can confirm that you were on the coach at this time, you will be cleared of suspicion, but before that, you must be locked up."

Finley finally lost his patience and didn't want to listen to Rachel anymore.

"Do you know what this means?"

Reacher's voice was a little disappointed, "This means I have to stay here for a while. Applying for a search warrant will take time, which is too bad."

Finlay stood up quickly, with a hint of schadenfreude in his tone, "I'm sorry, the law requires a search warrant. Come on, I'll take you to the detention room."