"Sorry to keep you waiting. Squadron Leader Trento still showed good qualities, from demeanor to tone, and then showed a polite smile at Hodden and Isa, "Excuse me, have you gained anything?"

Trento's gaze quietly glanced at the scroll on his desk:

All the volumes had been dismantled, spread out on the entire desktop, and the traces of repeated reading could be clearly seen, especially in the space in front of Holden, where every page of the scroll had been carefully read, and even then, Holden was still reading the archives.

Focused, dedicated, serious.

It didn't look like you were reading a case file, but more like you were reading a paper, and you had to go over and over again, word by word.

But why?

Trento didn't quite understand, and his eyes couldn't help but linger on Hoden for a moment, but he couldn't look at anything.

"Høden?" Issa, like Trento, could perceive that it was too much of a coincidence after reading the file repeatedly, but the coincidence was not a crime, and without evidence to support it, suspicion would always remain in the suspicion stage, and they could not do much more.

Unlike Trento, Issa believes that Holden has captured any details, otherwise Holden would not have read them all in detail.

Unexpectedly, Holden raised his head and showed a lazy smile, "Not for the time being." Excuse me, have the witnesses and suspects arrived at the vigilante?"

No?

Not at all?

Issa was a little surprised.

But Trento calmed down, it seems that he still has a trace of unrealistic illusions, always thinking that Hoden may be a real genius, after all, "the shadow of the famous tree of people", but where are so many geniuses in the world? In the end, he still needs to rely on his own ability to find the truth.

He doesn't have much time or opportunity, and "Holden Harrow" can't always work, he must seize today's opportunity and find as many flaws as possible, otherwise, the truth may have to sleep forever-

No one wants to offend the Southern Orson Company easily, because it has deep roots, lush branches, and extraordinary power, and it is rumored that it is the ...... standing behind that company

"Yes, they've all arrived at the vigilantes. Trento quickly collected his thoughts as if nothing had happened, and said with a smile, "Who do you want to talk to first?"

"Witnesses. Holden's words were a little casual, a little uncertain, as if he couldn't be sure what he was doing and what he should do.

What's going on?

Even Issa couldn't help but glance at Hoden, she was very unaccustomed to such Hoden, but because of her usual trust, she still withdrew her gaze, even if she had no clue now, Hoden could always find clues in the conversation, and their main task was not the Alber case.

......

Soon, Hodden saw witnesses, Issa and Trento, and others sitting scattered next to them, not intervening in their conversation.

The eyewitness, Bett Roubini, had gray hair, wrinkles at the corners of his eyes that showed signs of age, he looked to be in his fifties, his face was clear and a little capable, his shirt was clean, his nails were clean, and his face was clean inside and out.

Hordon didn't ask questions as soon as he came up, but looked up and down carefully—without hiding his gaze, searching inch by inch with his eyes, as if he didn't let go of even a single fingernail, and that focused look was enough to make anyone feel uncomfortable, even offended.

"Do you have any questions? If not, then I want to leave now. I came all the way to provide clues, not to insult you. Bate's expression was very ugly, as an eyewitness who provided the tip, he was not a suspect, let alone a criminal.

"Oh. I'm sorry. Hodden seemed to realize his faux pas at this point, but the apology was dry and insincere, and then he smiled without any emotion, "Can you please repeat what you saw that night? ”

Bette's face was full of confusion and she looked towards Trento, "I've already drawn a charge on my testimony, haven't I? ”

"Oh, yes. Hodden cut off Trento's answer directly, "We suspect you're lying, so we need you to repeat your testimony again to make sure there are no loopholes." As he spoke, Hodden also pointed to the testimony in front of him and smiled brightly at Bate, "Not a word is wrong." ”

Look at each other.

The whole conference room was exchanging glances, and it was clear that no one expected Hoden to be so open and honest in such a big way, Trento was the most flustered, but he couldn't speak after all, only Brutus had a playful expression on his face, faintly expecting it.

Bett asked for Trento's help, but couldn't get a response, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and then began to tell in detail.

Gradually, both Issa and Trento sensed that something was wrong: not because Bet had made a mistake, but precisely because Bet had not made any mistakes, and although they were not copied and pasted identically, they had already thought about it, and the similarity between the two testimonies was infinitely close to 100%.

It's seamless!

But that's where the weirdness comes in:

Human memory is prone to deviations and errors, and nearly four months have passed since the Alber case, and memories are even more easily blurred, and Bette vaguely remembers some contexts and frameworks, which is normal, but it is impossible to remember everything clearly.

The only possibility is to lie, as if by memorization, to write down the whole story and then recite it over and over again.

As a result, no matter how many times you are asked, you will never make a mistake in your words, just like a printed newspaper, where both right and wrong are perfectly reproduced.

But how are they supposed to pierce Bate?

They can't say that Bate's confession is the same because he is a false witness, and they must find a hole in the confession and expose Bate's lies to break the deadlock, and the problem is that Trento has studied this testimony countless times, but has never been able to find a loophole.

Trento and Issa exchanged glances with each other, both aware of the anomaly, but how to puncture it, both controlled their impulses.

But Hodden always looked the same, and listened quietly like this, his eyes were not on Bate at all, and he was always looking erratically, as if he were ...... It's as if I'm not listening at all, and my attention has already begun to wander -

Sure enough, Hodden immediately interrupted Bate's words abruptly, without warning, "I like this outfit of yours, is this a custom suit from Chester Street?"