When Schiller's words fell, the audience fell silent.

Angela, the female police officer, was the first to come out from behind the semicircular long table, came to Schiller, looked him in the eyes and said: "Professor, although this is not a public inquiry for the media and the public, every word you say will be recorded, and you must be legally responsible for it!" ”

"Of course I do." Schiller looked her in the eye and said, "I know better than all of you what I'm talking about, what you have to do now is to handcuff me and go find the body." ”

"Where is the body?" Angela asked, narrowing her eyes.

"3rd floor."

"Exact location."

"This is the scope of the work of an FBI agent." Schiller turned his head and looked around, and said, "I kill people in your territory, and I still want to tell you the location of the corpse, right?" ”

The agent who had replaced Jimmy stepped forward, and he gestured to Angela with his eyes, and Angela took two steps back with some reluctance.

The man in white pushed his glasses, looked at Schiller and said, "Hello, you can call me Davis, Professor Rodriguez, I hope you understand that the severity of malfeasance and murder are very different, and you can face a heavy prison sentence of 40 years and more." ”

Schiller looked at him silently, so Davis nodded, turned to his subordinates behind him and said, "Start a search, find the body, report it immediately." ”

Soon, team after team of agents left the synagogue, and the clock hanging in the center of the wall at the front of the synagogue walked by ticking, and the minute hand rotated forward one by one, and as time passed, the faces of all the people in the seats changed.

Davis's face became heavier and heavier, Talia and William, who were sitting in the middle seat, narrowed their eyes, Angela's face was solemn, and Bruce's face was expressionless, and it was clear that there was a certain part of the development of events that was beyond their expectations.

It took a full 43 minutes for an agent to finally walk in, and the moment he pushed the door open, all eyes were on him.

"We found the body of Jimmy Andris in the cabinet in the utility room on the third floor, he died from a heart penetration, and the time of death was about 1 hour and 30 minutes ago, and it is not clear whether the utility room was the scene of the first crime."

"Where's the murder weapon?" Davis asked.

"It was not found, but according to the observation of the wound, Andris's heart was pierced by a pen, and the murderer pierced his heart from the back of his body, with a very skilful technique and crisp movements."

In an instant, everyone's eyes were on Schiller's body again, and an agent slowly approached Schiller with a pistol in both hands.

Schiller raised his hands, and another agent stepped forward, fumbling up and down on him before finding a pen in his pocket.

Davis put on his gloves, took the pen, and placed it in front of his eyes, turning it around with his hand, and found no blood or other traces left.

"You killed Jimmy in the utility room?" Davis asked.

"The utility room can't be the first crime scene." A voice rang out, but not from Schiller in front of Davis, but from the back of the auditorium.

Bruce left his seat, walked down the steps, and spoke, "The last person Jimmy saw before he died, other than the murderer, was me, and he had just finished questioning me at the time, and with what you know about him, would he go to the utility room with so much important information?" ”

"Mr. Wayne, we should listen to the murderer." Davis said as he stared at Bruce as he walked over.

"But murderers can lie." Bruce didn't let go, he glanced at Roman and Thomas, who were standing in the seat in a daze, stepped forward and looked into Davis's eyes and said:

"I don't care about any so-called mind control and abuse, because I think only weak-willed people cry and complain there."

"But Roman and Thomas are also my friends, and the Wayne Corporation, which has business dealings with the Sheennis and Elliott families, if the two of them are involved in a murder case, I feel it is necessary for me to make sure that you enforce the law impartially and that no one will be spared."

Davis saw what Bruce meant, and Davis knew that before that, Bruce Wayne's position must have been towards Schiller, because the professor's reputation was closely related to him, and if he could help, he would definitely help.

But the premise is that Schiller was only accused of malfeasance by his students, which is well within the limits of what the Wayne Group can reverse.

But if Schiller carried out the murder in the FBI's base, it would be completely hopeless, and at this time, Bruce Wayne, as a businessman, should quickly clear up the relationship, or even fall into the ground, so that the other party will not have a day to turn over.

Sure enough, he is a shrewd businessman, Davis thought, turning his face faster than turning a book, and the change of position is not dragging his feet.

"Mr. Wayne, I really didn't expect you to have a talent for criminal investigation?" At this time, another figure stepped forward, stood beside Davis and looked at Bruce and said, it was William De Nechet.

"I'm not a detective." Bruce spoke, he shook his head lightly and said, "However, anyone with normal intelligence should be able to think that Jimmy, who has important information in his hand, and the first stop on the 3rd floor cannot be a utility room." ”

"So where do you think his first stop was?" The dark-haired Talia stepped out from behind William and looked at Bruce with interest.

"I repeat, I'm not a detective, I'm not an agent, that's your job." Bruce shook his head slightly, spread his hands and said, "I'm just giving you a clue that you may have forgotten, and the rest is none of my concern." ”

After speaking, he slowly paced to the long semicircular table, propped his hands on it, looked at the group of people opposite and said, "I pay so many taxes every year to support you, not to let you ask me here where the murderer killed the people. ”

Davis cleared his throat, pushed his glasses, and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Wayne, we don't want such a tragedy to happen, now we're going to talk to the suspect alone, please wait here for a while." ”

With that, Davis looked back, and two agents stepped forward, handcuffed Schiller, and led him out of the hall, while Davis glanced at Bruce, who had re-seated, and turned to leave.

No sooner had Bruce sat down than he noticed a shadow covering the ground at his feet.

As soon as he looked up, a sexy woman with long black hair stood beside him and leaned down, long hair running across Bruce's forearm.

"Is there any smoke?"

Before Talia's long hair left, Bruce gently hooked the ends of her hair with his index finger.

“…… Of course. ”

Schiller walked through the long hallway to a veritable interrogation room, with only a chair in the center of the room and nothing else.

Without any instructions, Schiller walked over and sat down, resting his handcuffed hands on the crossbar connecting the two armrests of the chair.

Davis followed, and when the agent guarding the door closed the door, Davis turned on the light in the room, looked at Schiller, and said, "Professor Rodriguez, we don't talk in secret...... Someone wants you to shut up. ”

Before Schiller could respond, Davis held out a hand and said as if to reassure him: "Of course I know that you have the ability to make all this public, and we can have a lengthy lawsuit to carefully analyze whether you have abused your students, and whether you have committed murder and false imprisonment." ”

"But please think about it rationally, is it really good for you to do this?" Davis stood in front of Schiller, looked down at him and said:

"Yes, those two children who accuse you, there may not be any substantial evidence, not even whether you murdered Jimmy, there is no conclusive evidence at all, but that's not the point, you know?"

Davis took a pen out of his pocket, looked at Schiller and said, "I think you should have discovered a long time ago that a pen that doesn't belong to you is being put in your coat, and this is just a small trick, not a brilliant planting." ”

"But if you have to fight us to the end, this small trick will appear in an endless stream in your life for the next few decades, until you die of old age."

Davis sighed softly and said, "Professor, you should understand that we have been very merciful, and it is precisely because we respect your status in the academic world and your academic achievements that we consider you to be one of the few rare talents in the Federation, so we did not use more forceful means. ”

"Otherwise, why do you think that a left-wing scholar who has already identified himself as relevant to the events in the Americas can be treated so gently?"

Davis's gaze gradually turned cold, and Schiller looked into his eyes and said, "It seems that this is not the first time you have done this." ”

"You know, I care so much about my educational career, first inciting my students, using their ignorance and stupidity, to make some innocuous accusations against me, and you don't expect that such accusations will refute me."

"As long as I come here, there will be one trap after another waiting for me, you have found a presiding judge with a good sense of justice and good popularity, after killing him, blame me, as a suspect under his investigation, I have both the motive and the ability to kill him, as for the evidence, ......"

Schiller looked at the pen Davis was holding and said, "Evidence doesn't matter to you, you have a way of producing evidence that convinces the media and the public." ”

"If that doesn't contradict me, the next person to die will be Roman or Thomas, and I'll be portrayed as a ruthless murderer who kills his own students in order to get away with it."

"If this still doesn't pull me down the abyss, you'll show Bruce Wayne, whom you've deliberately drawn, that I might be a threat to the interests of the Wayne Group, and that you'll use the Wayne Group to incite the media and crucify me to the pillar of shame."

"As you said, if these still can't shake my position and shut me up, this kind of drama will be played out countless times in the rest of my life, and one day, I can't hide from it."

"Professor Rodriguez, I greatly admire your wisdom and foresight." Davis began to pac in place, and then he said, "You expected this, and confessed directly in the synagogue, that is, to retreat into advance, and to negotiate terms with us. ”

"In my career, there are not many people who know the current affairs as well, and most of them believe that their high social status and good reputation will accompany them for the rest of their lives, so when we want to talk to him, they show disdain."

"But in the end, these people can only denounce our insidiousness and injustice in remote and cramped black prisons."

Davis did not shy away from using some negative words to describe himself, he stopped, turned to Schiller and said, "But this is what we do, and for the sake of your willingness to lighten a little burden of my work, I am willing to give you a chance to negotiate terms with us." ”

Schiller nodded, as if accepting his fate, and said, "I know what you want, so I won't ask for anything like 'can I get away with it.'" ”

Davis nodded, as if pleased with Schiller's attitude, and Schiller continued, "I hope you can meet my three requests." ”

"Say it."

"You have put so much effort into getting me to jail, and I can guarantee that I will not cause you any trouble on the way to prison or while serving my sentence, but I have one request for the location of the jail."

"You're not trying to say that you want to go to the Black Gate prison in Gotham, are you?" Davis propped his hands on the armrests of Schiller's chair, looked him in the eye and said, "Everyone knows that little Falcone is your protégé, and what is the difference between you going to Gotham prison to serve your sentence and going home?" ”

Schiller shook his head, looked up at Davis and said, "On the contrary, I can go anywhere but Gotham to serve my sentence." ”

Davis frowned and narrowed his eyes, as if wondering what the significance of Schiller's request was, but Schiller then spoke of the second request:

"I want to be able to see Bruce Wayne before I go to serve my sentence, and I want my conversations with him to be unmonitored."

"Do you expect him to save you?"

Schiller shook his head again and said, "I hope he can help me tell my protégé that I don't bother you." ”

Davis picked up the warning in his tone, and Schiller's implication was that if he wasn't allowed to see Bruce, or monitor their conversations, Schiller would definitely find a way to get the new godfather into trouble with the FBI.

Of course, Davis knew that he couldn't show that he was afraid of a gang leader, but the fact was that Gotham was indeed too evil for Schiller to bow his head, and he didn't need to make any extraneous troubles.

"The third request is ......" Schiller looked down at his suit, showed a look of disgust, and said: "I feel very uncomfortable that you put things in my clothes pocket without my consent, so I want to be able to change my clothes before leaving." ”

Davis let go of his hands, straightened up, lowered his eyes, looked at Schiller condescendingly, and after a moment of silence, he spoke:

"Many people do not understand our work and think that our lifelong pursuit is to oppress others and create unjust, false and wrongful convictions, but we are only tools of the state apparatus, and the state position is only interests, not justice."

"Professor, you have chosen a way for the FBI to handle this matter in the most decent way, and you have the utmost respect for us and our work, so naturally we don't mind and try to keep you as decent as possible."

Davis personally opened the chair and handcuffs for Schiller, stretched out a hand to him, looked him in the eye and said: "We have agreed to your three conditions, and after you are released from prison, we are willing to provide you with the greatest help for your future employment, you should know where to find me." ”

Schiller held out a hand and shook it with Davis, both of them calmly as if they were not hostile but old friends who had known each other for many years.

In the hallway of the FBI, Angela quickly catches up with Bruce, stops him, looks at him and says, "What the hell are you doing?" Aren't we here to save Schiller?! ”

Bruce walked forward with a blank face, turned to look at the female police officer, and said, "You should have asked Schiller what he was doing, I didn't make him admit to murder." ”

"But, but ......" Angela stammered, put her hand on one eye, and said, "Jimmy can't have been killed by Schiller, he doesn't have the time to do it, and a pen alone doesn't mean anything at all." ”

"You'll have to talk to the FBI." Bruce walked briskly forward as he spoke, "Ask them why they would deliberately ignore the obvious timeline evidence and convict him with just a pen." ”

Angela took two quick steps forward, stopped in front of Bruce, and looked at him and said, "Bruce Wayne, don't you think you're a little weird?" You're acting like you're winning, but you're not doing anything, you seem to be positive, but you're negative, what are you thinking? ”

Bruce had just opened his mouth to answer when a series of hurried footsteps were heard behind him, and as soon as the two turned around, they saw a group of agents walking towards them.

"Schiller Rodriguez is convicted of murder and will be immediately detained for a closed trial before serving his sentence in prison."

"Professor Rodriguez hopes that he will be able to see you before he leaves...... Please come with us, Mr. Wayne. ”

Bruce Wayne stared into the agent's eyes and asked, "What color does Schiller wear?" ”

"What?"

"I ask you, what color is Schiller wearing now?"

"Uh...... A crimson suit, a light blue shirt, and a dark blue tie. ”

For a moment, Bruce's hand trembled, then he lowered his head and let out a sigh.

(End of chapter)