William, who drove over, originally wanted to find out if Clyde was killing Dobby, because he had just been in Clyde's car, and what he was talking to Clyde must have heard.

The second wanted to reacquaint himself with Clyde, who had lost his previous memory, and used his mental power to scan the warehouse.

He wanted to vomit in disgust, turned the car around and left silently, he really didn't want to have any communication with the already crazy Clyde Sheldon at this time.

The next day, Chief Prosecutor Nick Rees was in his office wondering who had killed Rupert Meek, who was supposed to be executed.

Just when he was wondering if it would be Clarence Dobby, he received a call from his subordinates, saying that Clarence Dobby was hanging, and it seemed that someone had artificially disassembled it into parts.

As soon as the police officers who investigated the scene entered the warehouse, they vomited seven or eight directly after seeing the parts, and many people applied for psychological treatment afterwards.

The two people involved in the death of Clyde-Shelton's wife and daughter are all hanged, and the discerning person knows at a glance that this is revenge, plus the warehouse where Dobby was dismantled into parts is in Clyde's name.

Within half an hour of the arrest warrant for Clyde, a large number of police officers began to search for anything related to Clyde.

In just one hour, Clyde's information and all the properties and properties in the United States appeared on Nick Rhys's desk.

After reading the information, Nick Rhys was even more sure that Clyde was the murderer, because Clyde sold all the patents and properties in his name a few years ago.

Most of this money was transferred to Panama, and the rest was bought in warehouses in the suburbs or near the airport, and the yards were broken.

Nick Rhys was thinking that the vengeful Clyde must have been on the run, but unexpectedly learned that the police had caught Clyde.

Looking at his watch, it wasn't even two hours? Much to Nick's surprise, Clyde had spent so much time in a dilapidated farm for such a big case, making it feel like he was waiting for the police to come to the door.

And before the police arrived, he was very experienced in stripping off all his clothes to prevent the police from breaking into the door and directly throwing a shuttle bullet on him.

He also cooperated with any requests from the police, kneeling on the ground when he said he was on the ground, and he was lying down when he said he was lying down, and he didn't resist when he was handcuffed.

This surprised many police officers who had seen Domi being torn into parts, because at this time, Clyde's elite like a lawyer was better than a madman murderer.

When the suspect was caught, everyone was relieved, and Clyde was escorted all the way to Bilton Prison, where he was put in an independent iron cage for extremely dangerous felons.

Not only did the iron cage interrogation room have more than a dozen surveillance probes, but there were also eight prison guards standing around it to keep an eye on Clyde.

Nick Rhys and his men soon arrived at Bilton Prison and stared at Clyde, who was calm and smiling in the monitoring room, for ten minutes.

A sergeant who came with him saw that the atmosphere was a little tense, and couldn't help but curse in a low voice, "Hell, this guy's expression didn't show the slightest panic and fear, but instead looked a little calm and happy, this madman is really an engineer?"

"There's no doubt that he's an engineer, and he's a very rich engineer," said the warden helplessly, after handing the two documents to Nick Rhys and his boss, Bruce Mac, the head of the New York Public Prosecutor's Office.

"The guys below and the medical examiner didn't find any evidence, so I had no other evidence to detain him for 48 hours."

"Then find a way to get him to confess himself," Bruce Mac said angrily, pointing to a calm-looking Clyde on the surveillance monitor, "I don't want this kind of madman to be released on bail, or tomorrow we will definitely be ridiculed by the media as idiots."

"When this guy was caught, he didn't resist at all?" asked Nikreth curiously.

"No, not only did he not resist at all, but even before he was arrested, this guy was very good at taking off his essence, except that after entering the prison, when my subordinates wanted to take away the bracelet on his hand, he showed some ridicule and displeasure."

Nickrith, who had been watching the surveillance video, heard this and immediately noticed the bracelet in Clyde's hand, "According to the rules, shouldn't you take any items from the suspect or the prisoner?

"I'm sorry, we tried a lot of things, but we couldn't get that bracelet at all", the warden spread his hands, "The two strong men couldn't get the bracelet off with both hands.

We couldn't take off the necklace with too many tools without knowing that he was a prisoner, and if we hurt him here, it would be very bad for us in court in the future."

The warden's worries, and Nickreth knew very well that if Clyde was injured here, Bilton Prison would not only face the accused,

Even the evidence and confessions they found later would be obtained by Clyde's lawyers under duress.

"Okay, I'll go in and talk to him."

After four or five checkpoints with a cup of coffee, Nikelis walked into the iron cage interrogation room.

Putting down the coffee cup, Nick pressed the monitor switch under the interrogation table, then walked over to Clyde, sat down on the interrogation table, and thought for a few seconds before he spoke, "I'm sorry, I don't want anyone to hear what I want to say to you in a moment."

Hearing this, a trace of doubt and uneasiness flashed on Clyde's face, and he couldn't help but lower his head and lean back.

Nick, who had been looking at Clyde, saw that he took the initiative to approach, and this means of getting closer to him was useless, so he thought about it and said,

"As the chief prosecutor, what I'm going to say next will probably break all the principles of my profession, but I don't want to worry about that now, because I'm also a father with a ten-year-old daughter,

So I want to say to you, man, you're doing a fantastic, fantastic job."

Clyde looked up in surprise and looked up at Nick Switzerland with a serious face.

"There's no scum like Clarence Dobby in this world who is much cleaner and safer, so as a father, I think you're doing a great job."

After saying that, Nick patted Clyde on the shoulder, walked to the chair opposite and sat down, and turned on the switch on the surveillance video, "So, let's get started".

He took a pen out of his pocket, flipped through his notebook, and said, "I'm going to ask you some questions about the death of Clarence Dobby, and I want you to answer them clearly, okay?"

Clyde nodded.

Clyde's cooperation relieved Nickrith, who was not afraid that the prisoner would be smart or afraid that he would not say anything, "You're Clyde Shelton, right?"

"Yes," Nick nodded a little cowardly.

"Do you need us to help you find a lawyer now?"

"No" Clyde shook his head.

"Are you sure? Are you sure you don't want a lawyer?"

"Yes, I'm sure," Clyde nodded.

This made Nick think that Clyde, who had taken revenge, really wanted to confess, bowed his head and wrote in the confession book, and then suddenly asked, "Clarence Dobby, you killed you?"