Chapter 215 Skepticism Criteria

Chapter 215 Skepticism Criteria

The middle-aged local policeman, Thayer, took Sean and a group of detectives from the Investigation Bureau into the local police station. Soon, he got his boss, the police chief, of course, this matter was brought forward by Theresa, after explaining the intention, the case was taken over by the Investigation Bureau, of course, after taking over, the local police station still has to give assistance, it can't be said that after taking over the case, the police station doesn't care about anything, of course, this is not good. At the very least, the place where these suspects are questioned cannot be on the street or brought back to Sacramento.

After the handover formalities were completed, Sean took Christina to the interrogation room, all the interrogation rooms in the world basically look the same, but this room is larger than that of the Bureau of Investigation, but the lights are also relatively dim, dim and yellow!

However, although these security guards and tourists are the targets of suspicion, this is only the case! At least from the time the case occurred to the present, that's all!

And these people are very cooperative with the police, so of course they can't bring handcuffs or anything, and they are not criminals. The main reason is still in the latter, suspicion does not mean that the criminal is not!

This is a security guard, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, aged about thirty-five, after Sean and Christina walked into the "little black room", they sat on the chair opposite the small table, and the rest of Trisa and the others were in the "control center", watching the sound and shadow synchronization of the monitor screen.

Sean sat down and lit a cigar and smoked unhurriedly, Christina first introduced herself and then began to ask, "Please tell us about the whole thing again!"

"Okay!", the security guard was still very cooperative, and said: "Yesterday it was me and Hoffman on duty, oh! What I said was that we were in charge of the monitoring center until about two o'clock in the afternoon, when suddenly the alarm went off, and I looked at the area shown, which was "Twilight" in the fifth exhibition hall District, so he and Hoffman immediately rushed to the scene, and at the same time used a communicator to inform other colleagues of the situation, but when we arrived, the original location of the oil painting was empty, and then Captain Kafka, called Mitnik and Walter, contacted the police and the curator Guffy respectively, about ten minutes later, the police arrived at the scene and began to investigate, thirty minutes later, our curator also came, yes, he was very angry! We were very annoyed, but we all knew that the loss of the painting was directly related to us, and we ended up here, and that's about it!".

Sean didn't speak, but nodded at Christina, who was looking at him, indicating that he was believable! Mainly because this guy's speech and demeanor, tone of voice, micro-expressions, and so on, all seemed very frank!

Then, Sean opened his mouth directly next to him and said, "Then please answer me, did you take that oil painting "Twilight"?". After saying that, his eyes began to scan the other person without stopping.

The thirty-five or six-year-old security guard, after hearing this, frowned, glared at Sean, and said: "Mr. Officer, I don't know why you say that, you know, I just want to cooperate with the police here, and I do have part of the responsibility for the loss of the oil painting, but if you are questioning me, I will refuse to cooperate with the police again!"

Sean imprinted every move of the other party into his mind, and he saw the anger of the other party, yes! The anger value accounted for more than 70 percent of the whole relationship, and the remaining 30 percent were calm, worried, disgusted, and some other feelings.

After hearing this, Sean nodded, patted Christina on the shoulder, and said, "The rest is up to you!"

"Okay!No problem!". Christina glanced at Sean, then turned to the security guard and said, "Then tell me about the situation on your shift, such as the patrol system, is there a fixed time?"

Sean took a cigar cigarette and walked out of the "little black room" directly and entered the next room, Theresa and Keeley, Maguire and others were all looking at the surveillance screen inside, and when Sean walked in, Teresa turned her head and asked directly: "Sean, did you find something wrong with this guy?"

Sean puffed out a puff of smoke and said, "No! But why do you say that?"

"I just saw that you didn't ask a few words, and I lost patience, thinking that you had encountered a difficult bone!". Theresa said, "Psychology, you know, I don't know much about it!"

"Oh!". Sean nodded, reached out and took the remote control of the surveillance screen in Officer Thayer's hand, directly chose to go back, and then clicked play again, and the scene that played was the scene when he and Christina had just entered the "little black room" for questioning.

"Yesterday it was me and Hoffman on duty, and we were in charge of the monitoring center, until about two o'clock in the afternoon, when suddenly the alarm went off, and I looked at the displayed area, it was ......." The security guard on the screen is talking about this. Sean directly pressed the pause button of the remote control, and clicked to zoom in on the close-up of the other party's expression, and said: "See, the expression is frank, but the way he speaks is a little messy, which shows that he is telling the truth!

In fact, Sean now distinguishes lies a lot more than the original means, almost to the point of "panic", mainly because the function of mental reasoning is too powerful, in addition to some micro-expressions, it can also investigate the intonation, tone, exhalation strength, expression and demeanor, heart beat, epidermal temperature, pupil dilation and contraction, etc.

A person, even a super agent, with a heart like a stone, will never be able to cover up all these characteristics after telling a lie, and as long as there is a problem with one of them, then Sean will definitely be able to find out. Then re-integrate all the aspects and do it again in an instant, and you will be able to know if the other party is lying.

As for what Sean explained to Theresa, he just said a few words, there was no need to teach them another lesson in "lying", and there was no time. So Sean then clicked play again.

On the screen, the security guard continued: "Mr. Officer, I don't know why you say that, you know, I'm just here to cooperate with the police, and I do have part of the responsibility for the loss of the painting, but ......." As soon as the play was here, Sean clicked the pause button again, turned his head and said, "Do you see this expression of his?".

Everyone nodded, and then Sean looked at the local police officer, Thayer, and said, "Officer Thayer, do you know what this expression is?"

"Uh...... Grumpy, angry?". Thayer said as he looked at the security guards on the screen frowning and staring, and froze for a moment.

"It is right to be angry, but it is not irritation, but anger! irritability is anger with anxiety in it, and he is not anxious!Therefore it is only anger and simple anger!". Sean looked at Theresa and the others, and then continued: "See, your lips are stiff! If it's anger, or righteous indignation, or anxiety, then these things this person says are all false! But I didn't see that, I only saw his simple anger after I questioned me that he was a murderer!".

With that, Sean took a puff on his cigar and said, "Okay, we don't have to waste time on him, he's innocent!".

"Okay!". Theresa said, "Keeley, you and Sean go to the next interrogation room!"

The little black room basically looks the same, and the same is true of Interrogation Room 2 here, Officer Thayer stayed to deal with the Sean just now and said that he was an innocent guy, and then even Christina came to the monitoring room next door. Theresa focuses on Interrogation Room 2.

"Wait!wait!", Sean took the cigar in his mouth, took it from his hand, and said, "Theresa, please turn the picture back!".

Theresa glanced at him, then pressed the remote control, and moved the sub-camera to the main screen, to put it bluntly, it was in the form of a picture-in-picture, and the pictures of several monitored small black houses were displayed on the same screen.

Sean narrowed his eyes, leaned closer, and began to look at the guys, and began to scan their behavior frantically with his telepathic skills.

Some of these people on the screen are a little anxious, and some are a little uneasy. But Sean suddenly pointed to a calm guy sitting in the "little black room" on No. 6 with his hand and said, "What's his name?".

Keeley flipped through the information in his hand and said, "Kafka, who is fifty years old this year, is the captain of the security guard of a large private art museum!"

"Let's go ask him first!". Sean said and patted Keeley on the shoulder.

"OK! No problem!". With that, Keeley followed Sean out of the surveillance room, and then into the "little dark room" of No. 6...... On this day, Sean and a group of personnel from the Investigation Bureau entered the "small dark room of the police station" one by one. Sean, however, didn't get anything out of their mouths. And even the one that Sean noticed at the beginning, Captain Kafka, who seemed calm and a little excessive, had no problem.

When they went in for questioning, Sean could see that this Kafka was just a trick and didn't want to "lose his identity". Under the scan of mental reasoning, the same words as the first security guard were spoken, and there were still no lies in them, and the words that caught Sean's attention.

By the time they arrived in San Diego, it was almost two o'clock in the afternoon. Therefore, after asking these parties, it was already seven o'clock in the evening.

However, the more this is the case, the more Sean knows in his heart, and feels that the case in France is the same as in the database of the black detective system. But after all, there is no direct evidence to prove anything yet, and that's it for today.

The group arrived at the apartment arranged for them by the police station. The size of this apartment is still very good! After all, San Diego is also one of the top seven metropolises in the United States and one of the top 20 in the world, so the scale is definitely not too bad.

When everyone drove to the apartment under the leadership of Officer Thayer, it was indeed good! It was almost a hotel-style building. It is also the kind that is open to the public, and it is ten floors high. The floor area is also not small.

After getting the room card, Theresa beckoned everyone to go back to the room to rest first, and ten minutes later, they gathered at the restaurant below the apartment, and at the same time as the meal, they also happened to discuss the plan of action for tomorrow.

Sean's level as an assistant detective is, of course, his own house, and of course, this is not the top suite. It's just an ordinary single room. But although it is said to be an ordinary single room, after all, the scale and grade of the hotel are placed there! Therefore, as soon as you enter the house, there is a hall of nearly 20 meters, sofas, color TVs, and a series of furniture and household appliances. On the far left is a double bed. Sean took off the jacket of his casual suit and hung it directly on the hanger at the door. Then I went to the bed and "called the fan" a few times, and said in my heart, the bed is very big, but the number of people is not enough to toss by myself!

So I got up from the bed, went to the bathroom, looked at the bathing equipment, it was still very good, and then put water on the toilet. After washing his hands, he picked up his blazer, brought his room key, and walked from the house to the corridor.

At this moment, Frank was coming out of the room diagonally opposite him, and it was said that the rooms of the Bureau of Adjustment were all of this type, and they were all arranged on the same floor for convenience.

"Let's go!Target Restaurant!". Sean said that, seeing Frank nod, the two of them walked side by side towards the elevator on this floor.

"Sean!I have something to ask you!". Frank said, as he walked away.

"Oh, you ask, what's the matter?". Sean said, turning his head to look at him.

"The British tourist named Frank Lampard, according to the police investigation, came to San Diego half a month ago, and he has a great love of collecting, so he can be said to be a collector. And he seems limited and flustered when answering questions, but why do you say he is innocent?". As he spoke, Frank reached for the elevator and reached for the elevator call button.

Sean: "Ah. He first agreed, and said, "This thing is actually very simple to say! That is his affection, you just used a word, it is panic! Yes, I think he is also a little flustered." ”。

"But why do you say he's okay?". Frank said, "I just don't understand that!".

"Because we're going to see what he's flustered for!". Sean said: "When he recounts the whole thing, his panicked expression is just a kind of frustration!, but more of a kind of helplessness!".

Sean glanced at him and said, "Earlier, after I asked him where he came from and what he was doing, he showed two expressions of panic and helplessness. And he later said that he was in the collecting business, so obviously, this panic is because the work he does is the most worthy of our suspicion, so he will appear flustered, if he is just a panicked feeling, then I will still doubt him, but he is flustered, oh! remember that I went to the monitoring room again and watched the video again?".

Speaking of which, Sean saw Frank nod, and then continued: "That's a typical expression of helplessness, and what are the two feelings combined?".

"Uh...... Maybe he thinks he's a little unlucky!". As Frank spoke, he and Sean walked into the lowered elevator and pressed the button on the first floor.

"Ahh Sean never spared his praise, and said with a smile: "That's right, so it's a kind of helplessness, a kind of bad luck, it's helpless! That's why I said he was innocent!"

"I see, alright!". Frank said, "So Sean, are there any key suspects among these guys? not all innocent people as you said?"

"Of course not!", Sean said, "There's a guy here who plays a heavy role, but I guess he's been taken advantage of, and he doesn't know anything!"

"What do you mean by that?" Frank said.

Hearing Frank ask, Sean said with some hesitation: "Actually, I shouldn't have said this, because there is no evidence, I originally wanted to find direct evidence, or find out where the painting is." ”。

"Oh my God, Sean, do you really know who took that valuable painting?". Frank asked, wide-eyed.

"I'm not sure yet, but if I say it, don't tell anyone else!". Sean said, "That curator Gao Fei!".

"You say he stole the oil paintings that belonged to him?". Frank asked, somewhat puzzled.

"I haven't seen him yet, and I've heard from Officer Thayer that Guffy went to the Indian ceremony after he finished taking notes. ”。 Sean said: "Although there was a direct invitation from the mayor, it was this, and I was very suspicious of him, of course, his home, about twenty minutes away from the big art museum, and when the security guard called him to inform him that 'Twilight' was lost, it took him thirty minutes to arrive. ”。

"Maybe he needs a change of clothes or something. ”。 Frank said.

"Maybe, or why would I have hesitated just now, whether I want to sue you, and tell you not to sue sù others!". As he spoke, Sean walked down the elevator first, and then walked with Frank to the restaurant on the right side of the first floor, in fact, he had other reasons to change his clothes Gao Fei, that is, those calm and very steady footprints, but he didn't plan to say it now, and then said: "I was going to investigate this Gao Fei tomorrow and then draw conclusions!"

"Thank you Sean!". As Frank spoke, he gestured to a seat by the window.

"Thanks what!". Sean walked over and sat down directly in his chair...... RQ

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