[Comprehensive British and American] Righteousness without haze

But Noel quickly turned his head back, not knowing what the other person was thinking, he looked at the teenager in the interrogation room who didn't show any panic, and said, "Don't you think his hands are a little too fragile?"

Hearing this, Hansen put his eyes on the hands of the suspect who was being interrogated, and heard the detectives around him begin to explain: "It is true that imitating Jack the Ripper does not require very professional medical knowledge with detailed explanations. , but the dissection process is still equivalent to a small operation. He needs to cut open the victim's chest and abdomen, take out the internal organs, and subdue the victim violently. This requires a certain amount of physical strength, and with this child's Judging from his physical condition, he stays indoors all year round and basically does not engage in physical activities. If we want to restore the details of the corpse, there will be certain traces on his hands."

It sounds reasonable... The policeman froze for a moment and asked, "Uh... I thought you were a profiler instead of a forensic doctor?"

"Of course, did you forget to profile? The murderer is a muscular man, who looks like you if you want to give an example, but he is not. This is an old problem." The overly good-looking detective said: He turned his head around again, and then raised his hand in front of the other party, "As for the question of hands, I guess you want to ask this?"

This very young man looks like a student in school, and even his hands have no traces of training. They are as smooth as jade, like a young master who has been carefully cared for, and he has never suffered hardships. , with distinct joints, slender and white so that people can't think of any danger.He was stunned for a while, and heard the owner of the hand say: "If I want to, I can use it to kill people now, but before it reaches today's ability, it's quite normal to have a period of powerlessness, isn't it? ?”

Noel raised his hand and paused for a while before taking it back. He lowered his eyes and straightened his sleeves, his expression remained unchanged, but there was an unquestionable sense of command in his words, "I can apply for the next An interrogation of Mr. Bentley, Detective Hansen?"

Hearing this, the detective blinked, "Yes."

"Thank you." He said that, and the teenager who got a satisfactory answer showed a smiling, official smile, and then turned to get the materials for the interrogation.

After Noel's figure had disappeared, Hansen asked the colleague on the other side: "Did he just say that I am strong?"

The forensic doctor from England glanced at him, and replied vaguely, "If you are willing to understand this way...you are happy..."

In fact, this should be Noel's first interrogation of a prisoner, but everyone in the New York Police Department didn't know this. For people in the professional range, it would probably be better to entrust the work of interrogation to him.

Yes, although the younger suspect named Mr. Bentley said he was honored, he did not admit that he was the murderer, and said with a slightly arrogant attitude that he would not be able to go to the judicial process. Because he thought they must have no more conclusive evidence.

...well, even the profile doesn't quite fit.

Therefore, in view of the above-mentioned circumstances, no one in the New York Police Department objected to Noel's interrogation, and everyone in the bau... To be honest, it should be the bau's discretion whether it is an interrogation or anything else. Responsible, but this time it is not the participation of bau, who applied for it from above, so they did not participate in the whole process... After all, it is the first time Noel has done this. Of course, they do not doubt each other's ability, but because of similar The parents were worried about their children's psychology, so of course they all stood outside the interrogation room.

"Can I ask what's going on? You even arrested my child and killed people..." Bentley, who had already sat down, looked up when he saw the door of the interrogation room was opened, still He didn't understand the same expression, but when he saw that the young person who looked like a minor came in, he stopped talking again, with a slightly complicated expression on his face, "Now even minors can Are you a police officer?"

Noel tilted his head and raised his eyebrows, walked to the table and put down the documents in his hand... In fact, he didn't really need this kind of thing, but he felt that the documents looked more professional... No answer The suspect's less-than-pleasant-sounding question, "Looks like you didn't expect me to interrogate you."

Without waiting for the other party to answer, Noel pulled the chair away, the distance from the table was slightly beyond the normal range, and then he sat down with his right leg crossed over his other leg, a strange kind of superior His aura began to overflow, "Let's skip those useless questions and answers and get straight to the point."

This surprised the brown-haired doctor watching outside the interrogation room, "I never thought that Noel's interrogation method would be this style..."

He always thought that Noel's interrogation style would be at least a little gentler. Of course, this does not mean that Noel is very violent, but this simple, rough and domineering appearance is something they have never seen before.The style of interrogation generally depends on the type of suspect, but in the current situation, it is not so necessary to use this relatively image-sacrificing method.

"I didn't expect that either." The black detective on the side folded his arms and nodded in deep approval. "It seems that what happened during his suspension was quite complicated."

Noel, who was in the interrogation room, was not aware of the discussions of his teammates outside. He continued to use the tyrant interrogation style. It seemed that a coercive pressure gradually rose in the interrogation room. His back leaned on the chair. On the back, the chin is raised, and the smile on the lips should be very beautiful on such an overgrown face, but at this moment it still looks obviously dangerous, "You know me, Bent Mr. Lee."

The young man's face was very confident and determined, his green lake-like eyes stared straight at the person in front of him, like sharp ice soaked in water, he turned his head sideways and propped up his chin, "How did he talk to you?" Said? Or...they?"

"An annoying British guy?" He watched the suspect's expression, then straightened his head and leaned forward, the corners of his mouth widened a lot, and his eyes were more meaningful, "It's still different from The same kind as ordinary people?"

Seeing that Bentley pursed his lips and changed his eyes, which was completely different from the original image, the black-haired profiler tilted his head happily, and the pressure around him dissipated a lot. There seems to be no danger in the smile, but it does not feel harmless. On the contrary, it is easier to make people feel scared because of this. He concluded: "I guess it is both? He must like Morgan very much. Doctor, the other one, who is more distant from you, probably has little interest in it."

The man who hadn't spoken since Noel opened his mouth obviously blinked more times, as if he was subdued at home and saw him before, he began to sweat coldly, and there was some fear in his eyes.

"Hey, take it easy, sir. I didn't use any tricks that shouldn't be seen. Your psychological quality is really ups and downs." Noel stood up, walked half a circle around the table, and said as if relieved: "Then why don't we talk about the murder case that is more closely related to you?"

"You feel very happy? Excited? The adrenaline is almost sensibly secreted?" At this time, the profiler did not continue to laugh, but the oppressive feeling could not be ignored at all. "When the blood splashed on the hand The pupils dilated? The pulse when the heart is removed from the body makes the breathing heavy?"

The detective with thick black hair walked around behind the suspect and put his hands on the back of the chair. Bentley heard a voice from above his head, as if the heavenly father said, "You feel very proud, as if you have accomplished a feat 's hidden hero?"

"Then I have to say, you are such a failure." Noel let go of his hand, took two steps, and casually leaned on the table on this side, "I want to see what I brought in are all Something? You will be pleasantly surprised."

The green-eyed detective reached back to move the documents he had brought into the interrogation room, opened the folder, and looked at the suspect's eyelashes hanging down to block a third of the clear pupils, the obviously dilated pupils His rapid breathing was still blocked from his eyes, and he lowered his voice, making it almost seem like he was whispering, "Compared to theirs, your imitation is really clumsy."

"The most traditional imitator without any breakthrough." The profiler closed the folder and concluded like this, his squinting eyes seemed to be mocking, "Don't you feel inferior?"

As if stimulated by these words, the man stood up abruptly, and the chair made a screeching sound as it rubbed against the ground, "I can do better than them!"

Hearing this, the fbi agent with picturesque features suddenly laughed again. This time, there was really no sense of oppression or danger. It was as warm as sunlight shining in. He saw the person in front of him suddenly reacting. With a remorseful expression, he pronounced the sentence with an unchanged smile: "Unfortunately, you have no chance."

Noel picked up the documents and walked out of the interrogation room, receiving comments from his teammates about his first interrogation, "Good job, buddy!"

In response, the youngest detective in the team shrugged, "He's a psychopath, but a psychopath who's easy to control."

Then he looked at the police detectives of the New York Police Department on the other side. Noel said that he has been adapting well to the bewildered faces of the police officers. Whenever Bau analyzes the case, most of the local police have the same expressions. So he didn't say anything, just said: "There are two left, and I will leave it to you."

"I hate dealing with that kind of idiot-like high-IQ criminal." Turning his head back, he explained to his teammates.

For example, the one in his room now... Although it is a little farther from this definition, it is not so pleasant.

"You haven't been back for two days." The translucent young demon king said this, with a cold and hard expression, he forced himself to change back to the expression of a woman's friend, "What happened?"

The author has something to say: Women's Friend hhhhhhh, when I wrote it, I somehow felt that this title was very suitable for Diary Master, when I wrote the original work, but I haven't come back for two days, it's like a resentful woman...