"Sir, why do you always think that I instructed Brick to knock down the building?" Bronchi asked "innocently".
"I didn't say pushing it down, I was talking about collapse," Carl used the trick and picked out the bones in Bronchi's words. "As for what words you used when you ordered him, only you know."
"I'll read the news..."
"The news has not been broadcast! Stop quibbling! If you want the last little decent words, just cooperate well! Say it!" Carl spoke quickly and asked, "Brick has nothing to do with the Sithiserb Building and has never been involved. You and the Usman family, the owner of the building, have had many years of grudges. Didn't you tell Brick to do damage, but the three Usman brothers asked Brick? Do you think others are all cognitively impaired patients like Brick? Do you look down on others' IQ too much, right?"
"I run a pet hospital and have frequent contacts with Brick's animal rescue station. He heard about me, and he held me wronged and avenged me in his way."
Bronchi cunningly disguised himself as an outsider
"Brick's statement is exactly the opposite of you. If I were a judge, I would rather believe the honest man and tell me the truth. Doctor Bronge, why don't you be more straightforward and tell me directly, what is the real reason for you to destroy the building? In order to disclose the bodies in the building? How did you know these bodies? Did you kill them?"
Carl asked, leaning down as he reached into his pants pocket with his hands relaxed.
"Sir, I am willing to cooperate, it doesn't mean you can throw sewage at will? Can all the bodies found in the world be counted on my head?" Bronchi said dissatisfied and picked up his gentleman's fake skin.
"Oh, according to your opinion, people were not killed by you. You just want the bodies hidden in the building to expose them? Why?"
"Sir! The building was not something I instructed Brick to knock it down. He lied! I don't know what the body you mentioned!"
"It seems that I'm back to the origin." Carl walked back to his seat, looked straight at Bronchi, and said:
"I don't want to reduce the sentence? I'm not willing to cooperate, right? Is it okay. If we found out, go directly to the procuratorate and you go to court to argue, and see if the judge believes in you or not! Do you think you are a child? You think everyone is a Brick, what do you say? Don't waste time, you also want to go back and have a good sleep, sleep peacefully, be honest is a person's last dignity. If you want it, just explain honestly and tell me the purpose of your building!"
Bronch looked at Carl as if it were wood.
He is measuring the pros and cons, and is desperately thinking whether Carl's "faithfulness = decent" is true, and will it make him doomed.
Carl snorted, and the fierce spirit stimulated him,
"When killing people, it is clean and neat, why do you admit that you have to think about it for so long? You have not done it before! When you come in, you know what you have done! You are afraid that you will tell what we didn't find out, right? In your opinion, is the Bureau of Investigation so incompetent? Incompetent, your entanglement with the three Usman brothers, your wife is a living dead, you stayed in the human oil candle, the blood fingerprints of Wen Nasha in the lotus community, you killed Wen Nasha's professional method of cutting fat, your family and pet hospital found a sand weapon with Wen Nasha's blood stains, and you left the shoe prints of Bald Tom's house at the Mayan sacrificial site... Just these, the fact that you killed Wen Nasha can be adopted by the court," Carl sneered, saying:
"What a sarcastic thing, you were cheated! You were cheated by the man in black coat! You were cheated by Isno! You were cheated by Gwenter! They can't give you anything except a living dead wife! Now you are arrested! They are at large, what? You killed people, buried corpses for them, worked hard to train Brick, and made candles. Are they here to save you? All you can do now is to shake out their dirty behavior and reduce your sentence for yourself! Doctor Bronge!"
Carl listed the evidence of directly accusing Bronchi of murder. Every time he said it, Bronchi's face turned pale, his face was bloodless at the end, and he showed a look of panic, looking at Carl.
Ka Sir, who was also pale, did not hesitate to saliva and added chips to him:
"If you want to take you on the road of crime and cheat the monsters that harm you will be responsible for your crime, you will be fine! No matter how hard your mouth is, it will not be my evidence. Your attitude of not pleading guilty or cooperating will increase the punishment. Other details, I will find out sooner or later. By then, you will not have confessed to surrender!" Carl was so angry that he blew his nose and stared at the detention center standing in the corner, saying, "Kin, take him back to the detention center!"
In the observation room, Ives had never seen Dad Ka who was so angry, looking at Ken with his mouth open.
"This is strategy! Strategy! It's like bargaining without making a promise, you have to go." Ken said proudly.
"But brother, is Carl... acting like a show to leave? He's really gone!"
Avis pointed behind the glass and angrily cleaned up the thick information on the table. He sincerely admired Carr's routine and his acting skills were first-class, not inferior to Avis Arante's Oscar winner.
When Avis and Ken wanted to applaud Ka Dean's acting skills, Carl left the interrogation room without looking back.
Left behind the messy Avis and Ken in the wind, staring at each other with big eyes.
Carl went out of the door, waiting for another detention center police officer at the door, and immediately entered the door, one left and one right, holding Bronchi's arm, signaling him to stand up.
The agent who took the transcript was tired of collecting the computer and was about to leave.
At this time, Bronchi temporarily changed his mind, refused to stand up, and suddenly called:
"Sir! I want to surrender myself! I want to reduce my sentence!"
Carl, who was standing outside the door countdown, showed a feminine smile—
Wear thousands of ways, but not routines.
Bronchi entered the bureau for the first time, but the pale teacher Ka was not the first time he tried the suspect.
How can a novice fight a criminal suspect when reporting to a criminal investigation fox?
Lao Tu Lei’s decades of experience in criminal investigation and interrogation, Pusen’s decades of experience in pursuing superpowered criminals, the scientific research of criminal psychology, and the criminal investigation science and technology developed by Arant over the past 100 years...
How can a group of criminals who are even meticulous in nature fight against a criminal investigation team with a professional science and technology?!
The Bureau of Investigation stands on the shoulders of giants, while the criminals stand in the quagmire of crime. How can they fight?
The gray-haired inspector Carl outside the door, on his pale face, looked like an executioner aiming at the other party's neck on the guillotine.
In the observation room, Avis and Ken, who were so arrogant that they dared not let out, applauded.
"Sir!! What about the police officer just now?" Bronchi saw that Carl never returned and refused to stand up after death, and shouted in disarray.
The police officers in the detention center went out to call Carl, and he calmed down again.
After a while, Carl sat back in the interrogation room with a calm face, and changed from a passive position in interrogation to a home advantage, nodding to indicate that Bronchi could start to show off.
In the observation room, Avis and Ken, whose hearts were close together, had their spirits and moods, from appreciation to appreciation, from surprise to surprise.
Finally, they smiled at each other and ushered in the most cheerful plot of the suspect surrendering himself.
"We cannot relax. In order to avoid sin, they usually speak lightly, or they are incomplete and ambiguous, and test what we can find out." Ken said.
Avis nodded—I understood every word, but I don’t know what it means when I put it together.
But this did not affect him watching the show (eating melons).
Ken is worthy of being a good friend in the observation room whom he has been in love with. He took out a pack of five-spice fried melon seeds from under the observation room table in a similar mood.
Chapter completed!