"I'm just an insurance seller"

Jack argued weakly, crying and laughing in his heart, Justin is now more and more like a normal person, and he has learned to play pranks.

The female police officer's perception of the guy in front of her plummeted, "Do you sell pension insurance to sixty or seventy-year-old women?" ”

"You know, there are more and more centenarians in our country, and there is a lot of abuse in nursing homes." Jack began to ramble in a serious way.

The female officer glared at him angrily, then turned to Finlay and asked, "Do you want me to put him in the detention cell?" ”

Finlay shook his head, "I have some questions to ask, leave them all to me." After speaking, he reached out and took the file printed out by the female police officer, and escorted Jack to the conference room.

The town police station did not have a dedicated interrogation room, only two conference rooms, one large and one small, separated by wooden wall panels, and Finlay opened the small one, led Jack inside, and said to Nunu against the partition wall, signaling that he could listen here, and then took the file and went to the next door.

Sure enough, Jack sat in his chair and clearly heard the sound of doors opening and closing next door, followed by Metre's self-introduction.

"I'm Inspector Oscar Finlay, and I'm going to ask you some questions, and I know you've been told of your rights, so I know you don't have to answer."

In response to his awkward opening remarks, there was only silence.

Finlay snorted and continued.

"The place where the body was found was in the grass next to the highway, near an overpass, covered by a flattened cardboard box."

"The deceased was on the run, shot in the head, and had no identification on his body, and our coroner is verifying the identity of the deceased through fingerprints."

"LONG-RANGE SHOOTING, 9X39 MM BULLETS, NO CARTRIDGE CASINGS FOUND."

"The victim was a man, in his 30s, of medium stature, who was severely beaten after his death, do you know who this person was?"

"How did he die?"

In response to Finray, there was still endless silence.

"Well, it's interesting to talk to you, and I don't want to waste the rest of my afternoon, maybe your court-appointed lawyer can let you talk."

Jack heard the chair being pushed backwards as someone stood up, and the grinding sound on the floor was supposed to be that Finlay had finally lost his patience and was intending to end this ineffective communication.

Just as Jack heard the sound of the doorknob being twisted, an unfamiliar male voice suddenly appeared next door, low and powerful, with a bit of resonance, "I don't need a lawyer." ”

Then came Metre's teasing: "Listen, he spoke?" ”

"He doesn't open his mouth until he wants to." Reicher also replied in the third person.

"Why don't you need a lawyer?" It was the sound of a chair pushing again, and it was probably Metre who sat back down.

"Because I didn't kill anyone." Raicher paused, then continued.

"At least not recently, and not in this town."

Finlay seemed to be a little speechless, and Jack couldn't see his expression, but he couldn't see how good his face was at the moment.

Then there was the sound of the paper being turned over, and it was a long time before the sound of the detective continued.

"Jack Reicher has both parents and a brother who is two years older - Joey, you are a veteran who once led the 'Army Gendarmerie Unit 110 Special Investigation Team', so you are still a military policeman?"

Metrey went on to read, "You killed a few people in the course of your mission, but then a military court investigation ruled that it was all justified, so if I think the man sitting in front of me is a trained killing machine, you know what will happen?" ”

"Your speculation is not wrong, but this murder has nothing to do with me, and listening to your description, there are at least three perpetrators."

Hearing that Raicher began to analyze the case, Jack next door also had a smile on his face, and there was a kind of sympathy between peers.

"Long-range shooting, one shot is deadly, so the person who fired the shot is a good gunner, 9X39mm bullets, that is the subsonic gun type produced in the former Soviet Union, if you want me to guess, it is a VSS, it comes with a silencer, efficient and silent, this person is not a novice, because he picked up the bullet case."

"Okay, go ahead." Finlay seemed to think that Reicher had a point.

"The second person is a manic person who beats corpses and has a not quite normal mind, which is not in line with the logic of the professional gunman's behavior."

"And the third person is introverted and has a certain amount of empathy, so he grabs something and covers the body, because mania doesn't do so much redundancy, while the gunman is strict and doesn't casually cover people with cardboard boxes."

Jack nodded frequently when he heard this, although this is a simple psychological profile, but the thought that these words came from a big guy weighing more than 230 pounds, it makes people feel full of peacekeeping, it seems that ordinary people will have a prejudice, people with muscles must also have muscles in their heads, and they are not good at thinking.

Finlay also seemed to think that there was some truth in Recher's words, "Your guess is very interesting, but today someone saw a person walking around the place where the corpse was abandoned, and his body shape was very suitable for what he described to you, you know that this is a small town, and there are not many people of your size." ”

"That person is me, I got off the bus this morning and came all the way." Raicher explained.

"But the coach doesn't stop at Margrave." The blind student grabbed the Hua point.

"I didn't say that the coach stopped at Margrave, and the driver sold me a favor and made an exception." Reicher was a little angry.

Jack felt that Finlay was deliberately trying to provoke Raycher to probe him, and secretly laughed in his heart, this guy hadn't figured out the situation yet, and the big guy across from him was not only far superior to him in physique, but also in IQ.

The two then engage in a boring exchange about Raiccher's purpose for coming to Margrave, with Raicher saying that he had come here on a whim and just wanted to get to know a deceased blues singer, Blake the Blind.

Finlay said it was unreasonable, a homeless man with more than 200 yuan in his pocket and traveled hundreds of kilometers to this remote town just to learn about a deceased black blues singer?

Well, by this time Reicher had fixed in his mind as a homeless man with nothing to do, or even further, a veteran with mental problems due to PTSD.

"Well, the coroner deduced that the time of the deceased was 12 o'clock last night, if I can be sure that you are on the bus at this time, you will clear the suspicion, but before that, you must be detained."

Finlay had finally lost his patience and was not going to listen to Raycher.

"Do you know what that means?"

Reicher's voice was a little lost, "That means I'm going to be here for a while, it takes time to apply for a search warrant, it's too bad." ”

Finlay simply stood up, his tone tinged with schadenfreude, "I'm sorry, the law requires a search warrant, come on, I'll take you to the detention cell." ”

(End of chapter)