This time, the interrogation room changed its appearance again. For the first time, there were cold railings, which separated the interrogation subjects from the interrogated subjects. The chairs were no longer so comfortable. The iron rings used to fix the handcuffs and shackles appeared under the light.
Shining with an icy sheen.
But like other rooms, it was still dimly lit. Only a small square window above the chair could let in a trace of moonlight. When Bruce walked into the room, Schiller's gray eyes with almost invisible pupils were shining under the cold moonlight.
It shows some gentleness.
Bruce walked to the railing, but did not sit down. He looked back at the detective who sent him in.
The detective nodded to him and said: "Mr. Wayne, considering your safety, please don't get too close to the suspect. No matter what he says, you are not allowed to extend your limbs into the railings, let alone
Remove the lock on the door or throw anything through the bars."
After saying that, the detective turned and left and closed the door. Schiller raised his head, looked at Bruce on the other side of the railing and said, "Don't be so nervous. Sit down."
"Sick." Bruce muttered a word in a deep voice.
Schiller nodded and said: "It took a while for them to find me some nice clothes. I don't like those lifeless colors, which make me look like a staid old scholar."
"And I will appear here, of course, to announce that you have achieved very good results in the make-up exam. You have handled all aspects very well. Which aspect do you want to hear first?"
Bruce narrowed his eyes and stared at Schiller, and asked: "Did you kill Jimmy?"
Schiller shook his head and said: "I thought that even when your blood was being drawn, you would listen intently to me next door. I have already said that I don't kill people, and I have no interest in physical abuse."
"Let's talk about the part about the female police officer Angela first," Schiller said.
"After Angela found you, she hoped that you could come up with an effective plan. However, she thought that you would use the power of the Wayne Group to ensure the fairness of the trial."
"But you persuaded her, can you tell me how you persuaded her?"
Bruce stood there, staring into Schiller's eyes. He was in a very nervous state, several times more nervous than facing the arrogant Schiller. The calm and gentle Professor Schiller in front of him made his hair stand on end.
"After Angela found me, she acted very anxious and worried that an unfair trial might make Schiller unjustly wronged. I took advantage of her anxiety to persuade her."
"I told her that I could mobilize the power of the Wayne Group and work in politics and business for two terms to influence the outcome of the verdict. I could even directly bribe FBI agents to create perjury."
"Are you stimulating her rebellious nature?" Schiller asked.
Bruce nodded and said: "Angela Dodgson is a policewoman with a very sense of justice. Even if she has been favored by Schiller, she does not want anyone to use such despicable means to affect the fairness of justice."
"Moreover, based on what she knows about you, she is not even sure whether you really abused those students. She not only wants to save you, but also wants to ensure fairness and pursue justice in judicial procedures."
"So I said to her, if we don't use this method, we have to find factual evidence in Schiller's favor."
"If this evidence does exist but was buried, then if we dig it out and publish it in court, it will not affect the justice of justice."
"Angela felt very anxious and had no ideas, so I told her that the best way to verify whether a teacher is qualified is his teaching level. However, we have no way to let Schiller teach a lesson in court, so in the end
A good way is to collect some paper evidence."
"Angela holds master's degrees in criminal investigation and forensic science from two well-known universities. She immediately thought that by observing the paper quality of Schiller's students, she could determine his teaching level."
"Everyone knows that it is difficult for undergraduate papers to produce any forward-looking or innovative results, and the research is often not in-depth enough. But if we can pick out one or two outstanding ones, it can at least prove that Schiller is serious.
He is teaching his students, not just using his position to bully them."
"Very smooth logic." Schiller commented, but then he raised another question: "How did you let Angela choose your thesis? And how did you explain to her that you are an uneducated person?
How did a virtuosic playboy write papers that were far above average?"
Bruce took two steps back, pulled the chair he had pushed away and sat down. He touched his philtrum and said:
"When she was looking for papers, I deliberately chatted with her about her study life, so I learned from her that she had two master's degrees."
"This female police officer is serious and responsible, and has been working on the front line for a long time. This makes her feel that she has the responsibility to guide and correct every citizen of society."
"Angela is older than me. When I deliberately complained about the boring study during the chat, she instinctively hoped to guide me on the right path and persuaded me to study hard, cherish my time in school and not waste time."
The corners of Schiller's mouth raised slightly. He leaned forward and asked with some interest: "What happens next?"
Bruce lowered his head and pursed his lips, his expression seemed a little tangled. After a moment of silence, he finally spoke:
"I pretended it was unintentional and mentioned to her that my parents died when I was young and I took on the heavy responsibility of Wayne Group alone."
"Fragility." Schiller said one word. He looked at Wayne with a smile and said: "What surprises every man is that many times, what attracts women is not their strength, violence, and masculinity.
Characteristic part, but precisely a sense of vulnerability.”
Bruce took a deep breath and continued what Schiller said: "Men hate and worship patriarchy, and women are afraid of and obsessed with patriarchy. If you blindly oppress them, their personalities will regress, resulting in confusion and hatred.
But if you step back, their personality moves forward, creating excitement and love."
"When I told about my unfortunate childhood experience, Angela understood my complaints and even believed that my uneducated and dissolute behavior was excusable."
"When I regress my personality to childhood, she will take the initiative to take a step forward and put herself in the position of an elder or mother. Motherhood is one of the sources of female sympathy."
Schiller nodded sharply, then looked into Bruce's eyes and motioned for him to continue.
"So, when I asked her to read my paper, Angela couldn't refuse because she felt that she couldn't hurt my self-esteem."
"In this case, it was impossible for her to say something like, 'It depends on what good article you can write.' She believed that it was well worth wasting some time to encourage me."
"So, she found my thesis and did a rough reading. Her college courses will definitely include criminal psychology, and the topic of my thesis is related to this, so she can see that this paper
The level is well above average.”
"Angela expressed surprise and confusion about this, and she also had doubts. Her first suspicion was that I might have hired a ghostwriter, but Officer Angela is a person who likes to seek truth from facts, and she prefers to find evidence by herself.
"
"She asked me questions about several points in the paper, and I answered them truthfully, so she judged on her own that I had indeed written the article."
"Then, she felt confused again. In my description to her, I was a student who hardly went to school, never turned in homework on time, and had very poor grades. She wanted to know how I could write this kind of thing.
Article."
"Did you tell her straight?" Schiller asked.
Bruce shook his head and said: "The truth that is too specific is indeed more convincing, but sometimes it also makes people lose the space for association. And if it is just a hazy and vague hint, the other party will feel that some of it cannot be said.
It may not be a good thing for you to hear the reason."
"I gave a vague hint that this matter had something to do with Schiller. I guessed that Angela might have thought that Schiller helped me polish this article in the hope of getting help from Wayne Group."
"So, Angela thought all this up to a reasonable level. Because Schiller once helped me academically, when she found me, I immediately agreed to help her save Schiller and for my own.
The level of the paper and my willingness to help Schiller found the same reason."
"After that, she felt that a student with such poor grades could write an article of this level. This kind of evidence was persuasive enough, so she decided to put my paper in tomorrow's public inquiry.
, make it public."
Schiller smiled again, looked at Bruce with smiling eyes and said, "Now that we've said this, let's talk about why you did this?"
Bruce lowered his head slightly, pressed his finger between his eyebrows, and said in a rather helpless tone: "Although Professor Schiller passed my thesis, his final evaluation of my thesis...
"He said that he knew that he would go to hell one day, so he decided to read this article to Satan every night so that I would not meet him in hell."