When Schiller finished speaking, the entire audience fell silent.
Female police officer Angela took the lead to come out from behind the long semicircular table, came to Schiller, looked into his eyes and said: "Professor, although this is not a public inquiry for the media and the public, you said
Every word you say will be recorded, and you must be legally responsible for it!"
"Of course I know." Schiller looked into her eyes and said, "I know what I'm talking about better than all of you. What you have to do now is to put handcuffs on me and then go find the body."
"Where is the body?" Angela asked, narrowing her eyes.
"3rd floor."
"Specific location."
"This is the scope of work of an FBI agent." Schiller turned around and looked around, and said: "If I kill people on your territory, I won't tell you the location of the body, right?"
The detective who replaced Jimmy before stepped forward and signaled Angela with his eyes. Angela took two steps back unwillingly.
The male detective in white pushed up his glasses, looked at Schiller and said: "Hello, you can call me Davis, Professor Rodriguez. I hope you understand that the seriousness of dereliction of duty and murder are completely different.
You could face a severe prison sentence of 40 years or more."
Schiller looked at him silently, so Davis nodded, turned to his subordinates behind him and said, "Start a search. If you find a body, report it immediately."
Soon, teams after teams of agents left the auditorium. The clock hanging in the center of the wall in front of the auditorium was ticking, and the minute hand rotated forward one by one. As time went by,
The expressions of everyone sitting at the table changed.
Davis's face became darker and darker. Thalia and William, who were sitting in the middle seats, both narrowed their eyes. Angela's face was solemn, and Bruce's face was expressionless. Obviously, some aspects of the development of the situation were unexpected.
their expectations.
A full 43 minutes later, a detective finally walked in, and when he opened the door, everyone's eyes focused on him.
"We found the body of Jimmie Andris in the cabinet in the utility room on the third floor. He died from a stabbing in the heart. The time of death was about 1 hour and 30 minutes ago. It is not yet certain whether the utility room was the site of the first incident.
on site."
"Where's the murder weapon?" Davis asked.
"It was not found, but based on the observation of the wound, Andris's heart was penetrated by a pen. The murderer penetrated his heart from the back of the body. His technique was very skillful and his movements were crisp and clean."
In an instant, everyone's eyes were on Schiller again. A detective slowly approached Schiller with a pistol in both hands.
Schiller raised his hands, and another agent walked up to him, felt around him, and found a pen in his pocket.
Davis put on his gloves, took the pen, and put it in front of his eyes. He turned the pen with his hand and found no traces of blood or other traces left behind.
"You killed Jimmy in the utility room?" Davis asked.
"The utility room cannot be the scene of the first crime." A voice sounded, but it did not come from Schiller in front of Davis, but from the back of the auditorium.
Bruce left his seat, walked down the steps, and said: "The last person Jimmy saw before his death, other than the murderer, was me. He had just finished questioning me at that time, so what do you think about him?"
With all his understanding, would he take so much important information and stay in the utility room?"
"Mr. Wayne, we should listen to the murderer's explanation." Davis said, staring at Bruce who was walking over.
"But the murderer knows how to lie." Bruce didn't give in. He glanced at Roman and Thomas who were standing in a daze at the seats, took a step forward and looked into Davis's eyes and said:
"I don't care about the so-called mental control and abuse, because I think only weak-willed people will cry and complain."
"But Roman and Thomas are also my friends. The Wayne Group has business dealings with the Xiannis and Elliott families. If the two of them are involved in a murder case, I feel that I need to ensure that
You can enforce the law impartially and will not let any criminal go."
Davis saw what Bruce meant. Davis knew that before this, Bruce Wayne's position must be towards Schiller, because the professor's reputation was closely related to him. If he could help, he would definitely help.
Help.
But the premise is that Schiller is only accused of malfeasance by his students, which is completely within the scope of Wayne Group's reversal.
But if Schiller commits a murder within the FBI base, it will be completely hopeless. At this time, as a businessman, Bruce Wayne should quickly cut off the relationship, or even add insult to injury, so that the other party must not
There will be a day of change.
He is indeed a shrewd businessman, Davis thought. He can change his attitude faster than turning over a book and change his stance without delay.
"Mr. Wayne, I didn't expect that you actually have a talent for criminal investigation?" At this time, another figure stepped forward, stood next to Davis and looked at Bruce and said, that was William Denecht.
"I'm not a detective." Bruce said, he shook his head slightly and said: "However, anyone with normal intelligence should be able to think that Jimmy, who holds important information, cannot be the first stop on the third floor.
Utility room.”
"Then where do you think his first stop will be?" The black-haired Thalia walked out from behind William and looked at Bruce with interest.
"I'll say it again, I'm not a detective, let alone an agent. This is your responsibility." Bruce shook his head gently, spread his hands and said, "I'm just providing you with a clue that you may have forgotten. The rest are
It’s not under my control.”
After saying that, he walked slowly to the long semicircular table, put his hands on it, looked at the group of people opposite and said: "I pay so much tax every year to support you, why don't you ask me here, murderer"
Where was the person killed?"
Davis cleared his throat, pushed up his glasses, and said: "Sorry, Mr. Wayne, we don't want such a tragedy to happen. Now we have to talk to the suspect alone. Please wait here.
meeting."
After speaking, Davis glanced back. Two agents stepped forward, handcuffed Schiller and took him out of the auditorium. Davis glanced at Bruce, who had sat down again, and also
Turned around and left.
As soon as Bruce sat down, he noticed a shadow covering the ground in front of his feet.
When he looked up, a sexy woman with long black hair stood next to him and leaned down, her long hair flowing across Bruce's forearm.
"Is there any smoke?"
Before Thalia's long hair left, Bruce gently hooked the ends of her hair with his index finger.
"……certainly."
Schiller walked through the long corridor and came to a veritable interrogation room. There was only a chair in the center of the room and nothing else.
Without anyone's instructions, Schiller walked over and sat down, placing his handcuffed hands on the crossbar connecting the two armrests of the chair.
Davis followed closely behind, and when the agent guarding the door closed the door, Davis turned on the lights in the room, looked at Schiller and said: "Professor Rodriguez, we don't speak in secret...
…Someone wants you to shut up.”
Before Schiller could respond, Davis stretched out a hand and said as if to comfort: "Of course I know that you have the ability to make all this public, and we can start a long lawsuit.
Carefully analyze whether you have abused your students, and whether you have committed murder or illegal imprisonment."
"But please think about it rationally, will doing this really do you any good?" Davis stood in front of Schiller, looked down at him and said:
"Yes, the two children who accused you may not have any substantial evidence. There is even no conclusive evidence as to whether you murdered Jimmy, but that's not the point. Do you understand?"
Davis took out a pen from his pocket, looked at Schiller and said: "I think you should have discovered a long time ago that a pen that does not belong to you was placed in your coat. This is just a pen."
It’s a small trick, but it’s not an outstanding frame-up.”
"But if you must fight us to the end, such small tricks will appear one after another in your life in the next few decades, until you die of old age."
Davis sighed softly and said: "Professor, you should understand that we have been very kind. It is precisely because we respect your status in the academic world and your academic achievements that we consider you to be one of the few rare talents in the Federation."
Talent, that’s why we didn’t use tougher methods.”
"Otherwise, why do you think that a left-wing scholar who has made it clear that he is related to events in the Americas can be treated so mildly?"
Davis's eyes gradually turned cold. Schiller looked into his eyes and said, "It seems that this is not the first time you have done this."
"As you know, I care about my education career very much. I first incited my students and took advantage of their ignorance and stupidity to make some trivial accusations against me. You have no hope that such accusations can refute me."
"As long as I come here, there will be traps waiting for me one after another. You found a presiding judge who has a sense of justice and is very popular. After killing him, you framed the blame on me as the person under his investigation.
As for the suspect, I have both the motive and the ability to kill him. As for the evidence..."
Schiller looked at the pen held in Davis' hand, and then said: "For you, evidence is not important. You have all you can do to create evidence that convinces the media and the public."
"If this doesn't refute me, the next person to die should be Roman or Thomas. I will be portrayed as a ruthless murderer who killed his own students in order to escape guilt."
"If this still doesn't pull me down, you will show Bruce Wayne, who you deliberately attracted, that I may threaten the interests of Wayne Group, and you will use Wayne Group to incite the media and pin me down.
Die on a pillar of shame."
"As you said, if these still can't shake my position and shut me up, this kind of drama will be played out countless times in the rest of my life. One day, I won't be able to escape."
"Professor Rodriguez, I admire your wisdom and foresight very much." Davis began to pace in place, and then said: "You anticipated this and confessed directly in the auditorium. You are retreating in order to advance.
Negotiate terms with us."
"In my career, there are not many people who are as knowledgeable about current affairs as you are. Most people believe that their lofty social status and good reputation will accompany them throughout their lives. Therefore, when we want to talk to him,
Sometimes, I show disdain.”
"But in the end, these people can only denounce our insidiousness and injustice in a remote and cramped black prison."
Davis did not shy away from using some negative words to describe himself. He stopped, turned to look at Schiller and said: "But this is what we do. I hope you are willing to lighten the burden of my work a little bit."
Come on, I'm willing to give you a chance to negotiate terms with us."
Schiller nodded, as if he had accepted his fate, and said: "I know what you want, so I will not put forward conditions such as 'Can I get away with it?'"
Davis nodded, seemingly satisfied with Schiller's attitude. Schiller then said, "I hope you can meet my three requirements."
"Say it."
"You have spent so much effort just to get me to go to jail. I can guarantee that I will not cause you any trouble on the way to jail or during my sentence, but I have a request for the place of imprisonment."
"You don't mean to say that you want to go to Gotham's Blackgate Prison?" Davis put his hands on the armrests of Schiller's chair and looked into his eyes and said, "Everyone knows that Falco Jr.
I am your protégé, what’s the difference between going to Gotham Prison to serve your sentence and going home?”
Schiller shook his head, looked up at Davis and said, "On the contrary, I can go to serve my sentence anywhere except Gotham."
Davis frowned and squinted his eyes, as if he wanted to know the meaning of Schiller's request, but Schiller then spoke about the second request:
"Before I go to serve my sentence, I hope to meet Bruce Wayne, and I hope that my conversation with him will not be monitored in any way."
"Do you expect him to save you?"
Schiller shook his head again and said: "I hope he can help me tell my protégés not to cause trouble for you."
Davis heard the warning in his tone. Schiller's implication was that if he was not allowed to see Bruce or monitor the conversation between them, Schiller would definitely find a way to get the new godfather to find the federation.
Trouble with the Bureau of Investigation.
Of course Davis knew that he couldn't show that he was afraid of a gang leader, but the fact was that Gotham was indeed such an evil place that Schiller was willing to bow his head, so there was no need for him to make extra trouble.
"The third request is..." Schiller looked down at his suit, showed a disgusted expression, and said: "You put things in my pockets without my consent, which makes me feel uncomfortable.
It was very uncomfortable, so I wanted to change my clothes before leaving."
Davis loosened his hands, stood up straight, lowered his eyes, and looked at Schiller condescendingly. After a moment of silence, he said:
"Many people do not understand our work and think that our lifelong pursuit is to oppress others and create unjust, false and wrongful convictions. But we are just tools of the state machine, and the state's position is only interests, not justice."
"Professor, you chose a way for the FBI to handle this matter in the most honorable way. You have the greatest respect for us and our work, so naturally we don't mind and try to maintain your dignity as much as possible.
.”
Davis personally opened the chair and handcuffs to Schiller, stretched out a hand to him, looked into his eyes and said: "We agreed to all three of your conditions, and after you are released from prison, we
I am willing to provide you with the greatest help for your future employment as much as possible. You should know where to find me."
Schiller stretched out a hand and shook it with Davis. Both of them acted calmly as if they were not enemies, but old friends who had known each other for many years.
In the corridor of the FBI, Angela quickly caught up with Bruce, stopped him, looked at him and said: "What on earth are you doing? Aren't we here to rescue Schiller?!"
Bruce walked forward expressionlessly, turned to look at the female police officer and said, "You should ask Schiller what he is doing. I didn't ask him to admit to murder."
"But, but..." Angela stuttered, pressed one eye with her hand, and said: "Jimmy couldn't have been killed by Schiller. He didn't have time to do anything. Just a pen can't mean it at all.
What."
"You have to talk to the FBI about this." Bruce said as he walked forward quickly: "Ask them why they deliberately ignored the obvious timeline evidence and gave it to them with just a pen.
He condemns.”
Angela quickly took two steps forward, stopped in front of Bruce, looked at him and said: "Bruce Wayne, don't you think you are a little strange? You act as if you have a chance to win, but you actually have nothing.
You didn’t do it. You seem to be very positive but very negative at the same time. What are you thinking about?”
Just as Bruce opened his mouth to answer, there was a series of rapid footsteps behind him. When the two turned around, they saw a group of agents walking towards them.
"Schiller Rodriguez was convicted of the murder charge. Due to the extremely atrocious nature and method of the crime, he will be immediately detained, held a closed trial, and then sent to prison to serve his sentence."
"Professor Rodriguez would like to see you before he leaves... Please come with us, Mr. Wayne."
Bruce Wayne looked the agent in the eye and asked him, "What color is Schiller wearing?"
"What?"
"Let me ask you, what color is Schiller wearing now?"
"Uh... dark red suit, light blue shirt, dark blue tie."
For a moment, Bruce's hands trembled, then he lowered his head and took a deep breath.