The black agent strode out of the room with the papers, but Bruce didn't leave, but stood at the desk for a few seconds before slowly sitting down again.

He propped his elbows on the table, crossed his fingers into fists, pressed them under his nose, and narrowed his eyes.

With a flash of glint in his azure eyes, in an instant, time began to turn back in the room.

Jimmy walked in backwards, put the papers in hand, and sat down, Bruce coming face to face with him again.

"He's a pretty seasoned FBI agent." Bruce spoke, and as soon as he looked up, he saw another version of himself, standing behind Jimmy.

Bruce, who was sitting at the table, gradually disappeared the blue pupils in his eyes, and his whole eyes turned completely white, which looked a little terrifying, but Bruce, who was standing behind Jimmy, gradually had a pair of blue eyes, calm, rational, and full of wisdom.

Blue-eyed Bruce, who was standing behind Jimmy, took a step to the left, came to Jimmy's side, pointed to his hand on the table, and said, "There are very obvious traces of training on his hands, and his marksmanship should be quite good." ”

"How old is he?" Bruce, who had lost his pupils, asked.

"According to the state of bones and hair of black people, it should be 35~40 years old, because they have received more rigorous physical training, so they appear younger and stronger than ordinary people."

The blue-eyed Bruce looked at Jimmy's completely static expression, and then said: "The traces of training on his body show that he used to be a field agent, and 35~40 years old is the year of a field agent, so why is he sitting here and conducting civilian intelligence gathering?" ”

The white-eyed Bruce blinked slightly, and time began to fast forward again, Jimmy stood up and packed up his papers, pulled out his chair, and turned to walk towards the door.

The white-eyed Bruce blinked again, time began to flow slowly, and Jimmy opened his mouth to confirm the situation with the security guards outside the door, thus baring his teeth.

Time froze again, and the blue-eyed Bruce looked down at Jimmy's mouth, and after he changed the angle several times, he saw the situation clearly, and still said in a very steady tone:

"His teeth are not in good condition, an impacted tooth was found on the right side of the mouth, the posterior alveolar tooth has been decayed, the dentist is not good enough, the filling material is more average, the color difference is large, the lower anterior teeth are not aligned, and no orthodontic treatment has been performed."

"This shows that his economic conditions are average." The white-eyed Bruce said: "Although the field agent is more dangerous, the income is higher, almost 3~4 times that of the civilian staff, if he needs money, there is no reason to take the initiative to quit the job of the field agent." ”

"Well, it ruled out the possibility that he took the initiative to ask for a transfer."

In an instant, time froze again, and the blue-eyed Bruce walked up to Jimmy, from the neck to the shoulders, to the chest, waist, and legs, and he examined Jimmy's body from top to bottom like a body search.

"The bones are relatively thick, the muscles are evenly distributed, the arm swing and walking posture are normal, the limbs used for mobility have not been seriously injured, the breathing rate is relatively fast, the chest rises and falls steadily, and there is no obvious abnormality in cardiopulmonary function."

After the blue-eyed Bruce quickly finished speaking, he came to Jimmy again, looked into his eyes and said, "The pupils are in a normal dilated state, the eyeballs are congested, but there are no obvious eye scars, and the vision is normal." ”

"It seems that the possibility that he was injured and could not continue his field work was also ruled out." The white-eyed Bruce nodded and said.

In the next second, the lights in the room suddenly went out, leaving only a faint light through the gaps in the curtains, and the light in the entire room became dim.

Bruce, who had lost his pupils and was left with only white eyeballs, suddenly turned his head and saw a pair of gray eyes appear in the dark shadows at the end of the room.

The silhouette of the figure slowly paced out of the darkness, it was another Bruce, but he had gray eyes.

"This agent, Jimmy, doesn't like the work he's doing." The gray-eyed Bruce spoke, and he slowly walked to the table, still sitting at the table, the white-eyed Bruce blinked, and Jimmy retreated to his seat.

The gray-eyed Bruce reached out and picked up the document in Jimmy's hand, the content on it was blurry, Bruce didn't see it, and naturally he didn't know what was written on it.

But the gray-eyed Bruce flicked the lower right corner of the white paper with his index finger, where it was rolled up, and the direction of the roll was very right, and the shape was also very regular, obviously not by accident.

The gray-eyed Bruce lowered his eyes, then looked up at the white-eyed Bruce opposite, who reached out and snapped his fingers.

In front of him, Jimmy's movements began to play at a breakneck speed, as if the movie had been stripped of many frames and turned into many pictures clipped together.

"Stop." Bruce, with gray eyes, shouted.

In an instant, Jimmy's movements stopped, and at this time, in the place blocked by the paper document picked up by his left hand, Jimmy's right index finger and thumb pinched the corner of the document and slowly rolled it in.

"Typical anxiety manifestations." The gray-eyed Bruce bent down, leaned down to Jimmy's fingers, and looked at his directly trembling muscles and said, "He felt very impatient and anxious, and the corners of the rolled up paper showed that his heart was constantly shrinking inward, and he was struggling with some of his emotions." ”

The next second, the gray-eyed Bruce squatted down again and looked at Jimmy's feet under the table, the white-eyed Bruce also left the chair and squatted down, and the gray-eyed Bruce pointed in the direction of Jimmy's leather shoes and said:

"What does it mean that his feet are not facing the person he is talking to at all, but all of them are to the right?"

Both Bruce stood up at the same time, looking to Jimmy's right, which was the door to the office.

"He's desperate to leave, he doesn't want to face you at all, and that's completely abnormal in this kind of conversation scenario."

"He's an interrogator, and you're the one on trial, and he shouldn't want to leave before you, but since he's expressing that emotion, it proves that there must be a reason for that."

The moment Bruce, accompanied by white eyes, stood up, Jimmy was like a puppet, pulled by an invisible force, and stood in front of the long table of the conference in a straight shape.

Bruce the white-eyed walked to the main seat of the table, the blue-eyed Bruce sat to his right, the gray-eyed Bruce sat to his left, and at the same time, a red-eyed Bruce appeared in the second position on the right.

Bruce, who had no pupils, propped his hands on the table, he first turned his head to look to the right, and said to Bruce, who had blue eyes, "Fact-analysis-empathy." ”

Then, he turned his head to look at Bruce, who had gray eyes on the left, and said, "Emotional judgment - empathy." ”

Finally, he turned his gaze to the red-eyed Bruce and spit out one word: "...... Gut feeling. ”

"Next, let's put together all the leads we get."

"Jimmy Andris, a former FBI field agent, was of the right age, in good health, financially poor, in need of a high salary, and did not suffer serious injuries that affected his ability to work, but he went from being a field agent to a civilian for interrogation."

"Neither did he resign voluntarily, nor was he transferred due to injury, so there was only one possibility left, he was forced to transfer."

The gray-eyed Bruce added: "Although he has been in a mood of impatience, he is not foolish or sloppy in his work, he is a very dedicated person." ”

"When you mentioned that the Constitution gave him the right to go to every inch of the Commonwealth, his mood was noticeably lowered, which shows that he believes in the law and has a sense of national honor."

"When he mentions the word justice, his emotions become excited, which shows that he has a good sense of justice."

"Can an agent transferred from the field department, who is not well-versed in psychology and behavior, be able to make a professional judgment on this case?"

The white-eyed Bruce asked a question, and all the Bruce shook their heads.

"Does Jimmy know this himself?"

All the blues nodded again.

"So, why did he want to leave?"

As soon as the white-eyed Bruce asked a question, he replied himself: "Because he knows that he can't make a decision, he knows that he is just a puppet, and the outcome of this case is doomed from the beginning, and his sense of justice makes him feel very tired of this unfair trial, and desperate to escape from here." ”

The gray-eyed Bruce sighed softly, then said, "His last sentence is hinting at...... Oh no, it's not a hint anymore, he's already making it clear, someone has manipulated everything with the aim of putting Schiller in prison, and he wants you to do something to uphold justice. ”

But at this time, the blue-eyed Bruce spoke: "If someone manipulated all this, then why should they choose an old agent with a sense of justice and pursuing justice, instead of a fool who is completely controlled by them and will not make any unnecessary moves?" ”

In an instant, the red-eyed Bruce stood up, he looked at himself in front of the long table, and said in a deep voice:

"They were sure not to let Jimmy influence the case too much...... They didn't want him to live. ”

With a "snap", the condensed space shattered, and Bruce, who was sitting at the long table, woke up suddenly, he quickly stood up, and turned his head to look out the door.

Only a few minutes had passed, but Jimmy's figure had long since disappeared into the hallway, and Bruce stepped forward and chased in the direction Jimmy had left.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he turned a corner, he saw two figures, walking in his direction, Bruce immediately lightened his steps, and he found that it was a man and a woman walking towards him.

"Oh my God, Mr. Bruce Wayne!" The man stepped forward first, looked at Bruce in a surprised tone and said, "I've heard Jimmy say that you'll be coming over today for an inquiry, and it's great that you're willing to cooperate with our work!" ”

"By introduction, I'm William De Nechet, a lecturer in psychology and behavior at the FBI's Agent Training Center."

William pushed his glasses, looked at the black-haired lady beside him, and introduced:

"This is the instructor of the Equipment Use and Maintenance Section at the FBI Agent Training Center, Talia Ogu."