Chapter 277 Micro-expression interrogation

"Eddie, have you found it?"

"Wait a moment, it still needs some time."

Eddie is not in the observation room, but the communication channel has always been connected to them.

When capturing Simon, the ideal result is that they can track him all the way to his hiding place. Unfortunately, Simon turned on his cell phone halfway, resulting in a failure.

But at least it points the way for them.

While Silver and the others hope to obtain information through interrogation, Eddie is tracking Simon's hiding place through surveillance. As long as he finds the hiding place, he will definitely get a lot of useful information.

However, this process was not smooth.

Simon himself is engaged in intelligence work, so he pays special attention to these things. It is quite difficult to trace his hiding place in reverse.

Coincidentally, his interrogation did not go well.

Sanders had been playing for 15 minutes, and Simon was beaten badly. But no one expected that this guy had a stubborn temper. Apart from being a little scared at the beginning, he seemed to accept his fate later on.

Letterman pushed and shoved Sanders, but it was difficult to push Sanders out, closed the door, and finally became quieter.

Sanders on the other side of the double-sided glass is still pressing Elver, I haven't received the notice from Xi Shenhong, but I still need to work harder. The worse the white face, the worse the effect of the red face.
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Elf laughed. I thought I had seen through Letterman's trick, but the former didn't show any embarrassment at all. Instead, he made a gesture to the people in front of the double-sided glass where Elf saw him.<

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"Well, since he knows you, he should know that you belong to any official organization. How about you guys chatting?"

Xijak waved excitedly, but Simon didn't understand. Looking at JJ, the former explained: "The professor's gesture means that the target of the other party's terrorist attack is indeed these eight cities."

Finally, as if those words had an effect, Sanders threw Elver to the ground, breathing heavily.

But the difference in size between me and Sanders is too small to have any effect at all.

Outside Letterman's words, the FBI has turned into a freak who hates violent interrogations.

"Tell you, where is the bomb? You son of a bitch..."

Carl Lightman, an expert on micro-expressions and one of the long-term consultants of the Violent Crime Investigation Bureau, Silver predicted that the interrogation process might not go smoothly and specifically notified him in advance.

The U.S. Constitution gives us the power to detain a suspect for 48 hours, but it also stipulates that if the time limit is exceeded and no evidence is found, the person must be released.

After a while, JJ came back with a middle-aged man.

From the conversational micro-expressions I studied, I am sure that what Sanders just punched was Elf's face. Before his face was deformed like this, very few micro-expressions could be recognized.

Professor Lightman decided to change his strategy and waited for the other party's reply. I continued: "You are very curious, why did they set the location of the attack in Los Angeles, Chicago and New York? Doesn't it have any general significance?"

Letterman looked happy and then finished introducing himself: "You are Letterman from the Homeland Danger Department. Is he okay?"

I have a very bad memory. I immediately remembered who Simon was when we met. Although I didn’t understand why that person appeared there, I also knew that he was one of my own.

"Ask the guard to let you go, forget it, go pick it up yourself."

"Those FBI bastards, you've really had enough of us."

"He can't be worried and say that even if the surveillance and recording equipment are not turned off, even if he says something, it will be recorded."

"It is necessary for him to see how he was beaten." Letterman continued to play the red-faced role.

Did Elf say anything? He looked at me like a dead person.

"Too bad."

Simon was not impressed at all. I knew how Professor Lightman did it, but I had doubts. Although Shen Hong knew what he was talking about, some of my micro-expressions gave him away.

Hearing that question, Wolf suddenly became vigilant, and he probably also realized that Letterman might have gotten some answers from his next question. I didn't speak that time, although I also knew where the problem was.

"It's broken. Let you try it. I hope you can help."

Hijak shook hands with the visitor, and Letterman looked at everyone with a smile, and nodded politely when he saw Simon.

JJ briefly introduced the case, and Professor Lightman curled his lips, "I'm very interested in so-called terrorists.

Letterman wanted to say something else, but Shen Hong suddenly interrupted me: "You know him? He is an agent of the Department of Homeland Danger. He is Carl Letterman, an expert in micro-expressions."

"Stop acting. They lied to you. They have no evidence that you are engaged in terrorist attacks. Just because you met this person, it will work. They will have to let you go sooner or later."

What Ilf said made people stunned. It was Letterman outside the house, and everyone next door was also shocked.

As soon as Letterman retreated, he saw the brutal scene and immediately grabbed Sanders' arm.

"The specific situation is like that..."

"Okay, let's talk about the rest next. Did you hear that he rented a truck? Is it going to be used to transport nuclear bombs? Is he going to take Route 31 or Route 11? Or maybe he's going to take a longer route first.

Go to Mexico State and then take Route 18?"

Professor Lightman charges by the hour, so it’s very slow for me to get back to work.

Letterman lifted the overturned chair on the ground and let Shen Hong sit on it. Then he said: "Why did he mess with us? Those FBI guys are used to being rude. You once saw with your own eyes that we put a person who was secretly making a bomb." The young man was beaten into a disability..."

Letterman looked at Erfo across from him through the double-sided glass: "It's not bad, did they slap me in the face? Otherwise it would be difficult."

"Go out, get off your horse, and leave the table to you now..."

No one would have thought that I actually knew Professor Lightman.

Sanders was like an angry little gorilla, shaking Elph by the collar, as if he would tear him to pieces in a second.

I am sure we will find a breakthrough under Elver within 48 hours, and we must let me go.

He didn't resist when Sanders beat him, but when asked, he didn't say anything.

Since cooperating with the FBI, I have seen too few psychopaths, bombing landmarks, etc., but they still can't surprise me.

"Teach him bad."

"Head, Professor Lightman is here."

Letterman wanted to dispel Wolf's doubts, but Shen Hong suddenly laughed, and my eyes were full of jest: "He is bombing you. You have never said anything about a terrorist attack, and you even know about eight cities."

Seeing the person, Simon also remembered who the person was. During the Starlight train bombing, it seemed that the person had interrogated him.

We have not cooperated with Professor Lightman many times, and we are very unfamiliar with some of the big moves between us.

Shen Hong acted confused, but what I said was also true.

JJ said to Silver after answering a phone call.

"He will be beaten to death if he goes up like that..."

"Stop, damn, stop, he will kill me..."
Chapter completed!