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Coming to the police station, Ian entered Mrs. Camporam's interrogation room.Her expression was blank, she put her hands on the table and turned her face away, as if she didn't want to look at Ian at all.

Before Ian sat down, she said, "If you expect me to say anything against my husband, you will be disappointed. I won't say a word to you until the lawyer arrives."

Ian still declared her rights to Mrs. Camporam according to the protocol.

"You don't have to talk, just listen to me, ma'am. The officers took your belongings before you entered here, didn't they?"

"Yes. When are you going to give them back to me? That cross necklace was a gift from my husband for my tenth wedding anniversary!"

"I'm afraid it's going to be hard because you've got a Bruno reaction on your cross necklace."

Mrs. Camporam paused, and then said coldly, "That's my own nosebleed."

"Very good excuse. But can you explain why your cross is missing a diamond? You sent the cross to the original jewelry company the day after Allen's murder for a re-diamond."

"If it falls, it falls. It may have been hung up by clothes, or it may have fallen due to some bumps. Is this so strange?"

"But if that diamond fell in the shower where Alan was murdered, it would be really strange." Ian turned on his mobile phone and showed her a photo of the forensic officer finding a diamond in the sink. photo.

"Alan had a wound on his hand from grabbing something so hard before he died. My partner and I thought it was your cross necklace. All diamonds have their own laser serial number, just look it up Check the serial number, and you will know who the owner of the diamond is. There is a men's shower room, madam, how did you get in?"

"I can't speak a word without seeing a lawyer."

"It's okay, just let me continue. Let's wait for your lawyer to arrive together." Ian's voice was steady and patient, "You hate Alan very much, and you really want to kill him. But you Carefully done. You stash the raincoat in your bag, go outside the men's bathroom door when no one is around, put down the bag, put on the raincoat, and stab Alan to death. Then you carefully wrap the bloodstained raincoat in the Put it back in the plastic bag and leave the school. You killed Allen with the dagger your husband used to hunt. You have to return it. But the raincoat cannot be kept. You check your bag, You find the bag clean and free of Allen's blood, so you're lucky, great, at least you don't have to burn this limited-edition bag you just bought for $16. It's just you I missed one point, the blood did not stay inside the bag, but in the buckle of the bag. Maybe you were too nervous when you put everything in, the first time you touched the bag, you forgot to put the blood stained The gloves are off, or maybe you didn't notice the blood dripping when you wrapped the raincoat in the plastic bag, and it happened to drip on the buckle. Our forensic staff was very lucky to find it on the back of the buckle of your bag There are a lot of dried blood, these bloodstains should match Alan's DNA, right?"

Mrs. Camporam's lips were tightly pursed, and her spirit was about to collapse. Ian knew that he only needed the last straw to break the camel's back.

Ian stretched out his first finger, "The diamond that fell in the boy's shower, PS, a high-end diamond with a laser code."

He unhurriedly stretched out his second finger, and pushed the photo of the opened bag button to Mrs. Camporam, "Alan's blood in your bag button."

At this time, his mobile phone rang, and he turned it over to show it to the other party, and stretched out his third finger by the way, "This is a call from my colleague. They are blooding all the knives in Camporam's house." Blood was found in the gap between the blade and the handle of your husband's dagger. Are these bloodstains yours or Allen's? Or both? When I shook hands with you at your house, I Noticed not only your watch, but also... your right index finger is hurt. Your first stab at Allen was too hard, wasn't it? You panicked when he grabbed your wrist, so Between pushing and pulling, the blade cut through the gloves and scratched your fingers. Mrs. Camporam, you can wait for the lawyer to arrive. Because when the lawyer arrives, all forensic comparisons are over, and there is no need for us to accept You pleaded guilty."

Mrs. Camporam's face was pale, and her fingers on the table were intertwined, and her spirit was already faltering.

Ian's fingers tapped on the table, and she shrugged her shoulders as if frightened.

"Time is ticking."

One minute later, Ian's cell phone rang again. He didn't rush to answer it, but looked up at Mrs. Camporam: "Madam, when I answer this call and get the answer, all the plea agreements will be settled." No longer valid. Since you are silent, then I will answer the phone..."

"No! Wait! I admit that I killed Allen! I admit! I admit..." Mrs. Camporam lowered her head, tears welling up, "I hate that child! I hate him! He took away My husband's attention to me! Why did he stain the necklace my husband gave me with his dirty blood! Why did he hold it so tight like it was supposed to be his! Why!"

Ian pushed the plea agreement to Mrs. Camporam, but said coldly: "Please sign it, madam. Also write down the whole process of you killing Allen."

Mrs. Camporam signed her name, weeping bitterly, writing with trembling fingers.

Ian got up and walked outside the interrogation room.He called that number back.

"Hi, I'm Ian Connor."

"Agent Connor, we're here to tell you the test results of that diamond... It's not a diamond, it's just a piece of glass... The water in the shower has been running all night, if Mrs. Camporam's diamond It really fell there, and I don’t know where it flowed into the sewer for a long time.”

Ian was stunned for two seconds, and then sighed heavily, "It's okay, Mrs. Camporam has pleaded guilty. And... there are Alan's blood on her bag, and there are also her and Alan's blood on the dagger that murdered Alan. This is enough. In addition, I need your help to investigate all Mrs. Camporam's correspondence records, emails, etc. I don't want to miss any evidence, and we must win in court."

"no problem."

Ian already knew who deliberately threw the glass in the men's shower room.Hayley Russell asshole.

He knew he would need the lost diamond to convince Mrs. Camporam to confess.But the odds of a diamond being found are almost nonexistent.In the absence of diamonds, if Ian told Mrs. Camporam that the diamond was found, the prosecution lawyer would use the detectives investigating the case to induce Mrs. Camporam to plead guilty and invalidate the plea.

But if Ian himself was not sure whether the evidence was true or false before convincing Mrs. Camporam to confess, that would be a different matter.

Haili's mind is more meticulous than Ian imagined.Even his partner was counted by him.

Ian walked into the observation room of the interrogation room where Haili was. At this time, Haili was holding his head calmly and looking at Mr. Camporam with a smile.

"Do you know that the police have now turned the rose tomb that you have painstakingly hidden? So far, twelve skeletons have been found. Of course, more than half of them have passed the prosecution period. It is estimated that your father, you Your grandfather or your grandfather's grandfather left you the 'inheritance'? However, two of the skeletons are still fresh, and it is preliminarily inferred that they were buried in the rose cemetery twenty to twenty-five years ago. After DNA comparison, we I think it should match the young man who disappeared during that time, right?"

"Although that is where the Camporam family belongs, it doesn't mean that I must know that there are corpses buried under the ruins." Mr. Camporam is obviously much more sophisticated and calm than his wife.

"I'm sorry if that's the case. Because I was just about to say that you have good taste in picking prey. I've seen old photos of those missing teenagers, and they're all lovely kids, in the same style as I was when I was little." .” Haley blinked mischievously.

"Detective Russell, if you continue, I will sue you for libel. And, until the lawyer comes, I will not say another word!" Mr. Camporam said firmly.

Hailey shrugged his shoulders indifferently, "Actually, I don't want you to be the murderer. But our detectives found many interesting gadgets in the locked drawer of your office. For example, the old model from 20 years ago oh yes! And Anne’s ring! Her family has recognized it, and her friends have said that she never took it off. It’s an online order Why is the unique ring she designed for herself in your 'collection'?"

Mr. Camporam stared wide-eyed at the photograph Haley had placed in front of him.

"Oh, by the way, the skin flakes of other people were found on the rope that bound Anne. After DNA comparison, they match the two young people who disappeared more than 20 years ago, and they should also match the two corpses in the rose cemetery. You are still reluctant to discard this piece of hemp rope after using it for so long. Is it because it is so handy? Or is it because it is very commemorative?"

Mr. Camporam remained silent.

"Our profilers also came. They looked at the remains in the cemetery, and then at Anne's body. They thought that the murderer who killed Anne was low-key, elegant, and confident, so he was able to cut the body. After Anne's throat, continue to sit in front of her, playing music to enjoy Anne's struggle and panic. But what about you, Mr. Camporam? You like to collect young people's buttons, shoelaces, rings, and maybe candy or something .You are a total fetish. Such a person is usually a symbol of cowardice in the profiler's dictionary. Because if you are really confident, you will directly shoot, like killing Annie, but you dare not. You He would just hide in a dark corner, touch buttons, kiss shoelaces, lick rings, etc. Killing? Forget it! Killing is an art for the entire Camporam family! The art of bleeding Noble and elegant! Everyone is a member of the Camporam family! Lambs! Slitting their throats is actually realizing their value! It is showing the compassion of the Camporam family! And you are simply Didn't master the art! Because you're just a coward, a disgusting fetish! You wouldn't slit Annie's throat even if you had a hunting knife! Your hobbies are so vulgar! Better than picking up a hunting knife! Prefer Annie's chilled corpse, right? Because you don't have to worry about her laughing at your age! Don't worry about her thinking you're far less handsome than your son! Don't worry about her rebelling! Since she's already a corpse, she can do whatever she wants. It's up to you!"