When cleaning the statue, the workers remove the flowers and plants underneath the statue, and then after the cleaning is complete, the gardener replants the new flowers.

So in addition to the workers who clean the statue, there are also gardeners who work under the statue.

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"You tailed the victim as she walked through the park, didn't you, Billy?" It took Beckett only half a day to bring Billy, the gardener who worked in Central Park that night, back to the interrogation room.

It was him, Jack, who was standing behind the one-way glass, looked at the cute little chubby face, and almost immediately identified the murderer in his heart.

This seemingly harmless little chubby face has appeared in many American dramas, and the main focus is a contrasting cuteness, specializing in playing various perverted villains.

And this product's acting skills are excellent, whenever the truth is revealed at the end, he always shows a signature perverted smile, which makes people feel uncomfortable from the heart, so it makes a deep impression.

"How many more times am I going to say it? You're looking for the wrong person. "Billy the Fat Man is extremely sincere.

It's a pity that both Beckett and Mike Taylor, who participated in the interrogation, are extremely experienced veterans in handling cases, and they have seen too many suspects who seem to be honest, and they are completely unmoved.

"According to the planning bureau's arrangement, you were assigned to replant the flowers and plants near the statue that day, right?" Beckett placed a watch schedule in front of him.

"But I was transferred to the north side of the park, where they weren't staffed, and my boss could attest to that." As soon as Billy spoke, Cassel, who was also standing on the other side of the interrogation room with Jack and Hannah, blurted out.

"That's him!"

Seeing the surprised glances from the two FBIs next to him, Kassel hurriedly explained, "He didn't even ask the location of the crime and began to excuse himself at the scene, indicating that he was not at the scene."

"It's been three days since the incident, and there is still a blockade around the scene, and he can fully explain that he noticed it after the fact, and there have been four workers who cleaned the statue to assist in the investigation, and they have been working together."

Hannah felt that the detective writer's IQ went up and down, and it seemed a little unstable.

"Okay. Maybe I've used this kind of bridge too often before," Cassel said with an embarrassed gesture to shut up.

The interrogation on the other side continued, and Beckett pointed to a list of addresses printed out on the paper, "Ke Ling's home is in the southwest direction, isn't it?" At the end of the day, you'll just walk through the 'Strawberry Fields Square', which isn't too far from the scene of the crime. ”

Billy's mouth opened for a moment, as if he was speechless for a while, and after a long silence, he shook his head slightly, making an appearance of trying to explain.

"I agreed to come here for questioning, and I also provided a sample of my body fluids, if it was really me who did it, why would I be so cooperative?"

"Yes, since you are so cooperative, why don't you provide us with the clothes and work shoes you wore that day?" Mike Taylor, who had been sitting silently on the sidelines, observing the little fat man's expression, suddenly opened his mouth.

"No problem." Billy replied very briskly, "As long as I can prove my innocence, I can do anything." ”

——

"So, just compare his shoe prints and it's all over." Cassel slapped his face excitedly, looking like he was done.

Beckett immediately poured a basin of cold water on him, "No, this only proves at most that he worked in Central Park and appeared on the scene, but this is not direct evidence, this guy is smart and knows that we can't nail him." ”

"But CSI can test his body fluid sample, and there are no viable tadpoles in the body (semen) sample collected from the victim's body, nor is there any in his body fluid, is this not direct evidence?" Kassel was puzzled.

"Yes, but even the stupidest lawyer will argue that it is just a coincidence, and you must know that the rate of azoospermia is 2%, which is enough for the jury to find that the evidence is insufficient." Jack looked at Mike Taylor, who nodded in agreement.

"Huh?" Kassel's eyes rolled, and he had an idea again, "What about identification, which is to find a group of people standing behind one-way glass with a sign, and let the victim find him inside." ”

"This is a last resort, but in the absence of direct evidence, he still has the possibility of exonerating, which is not without precedent." Beckett sighed and rubbed his brow in a headache.

"I can try to persuade Luo Concubine to come and make an identification, but judging from her previous situation, I don't dare to make overly optimistic guesses." Hannah visited Luo Concubine yesterday, and the girl was in a very poor state of mind and was still in a state of autism.

"He must have known that he had azoospermia, which is why he had such fear." Mike Taylor smiled bitterly, "Stella is still in the hospital, she cares about this case very much, I'm afraid she won't be in a good mood when she knows the news." ”

"At least we've pretty much locked up the killer, and the next thing to do is to find direct evidence, and it's a lot of progress compared to before, isn't it?"

Jack didn't have any good ideas for a while, so he could only sigh with relief.

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Another night passed, and when Jack and Hannah arrived at the NYPD police station early in the morning, they were surprised to find that Cassel was there.

"You're planning to release him? Didn't the CSI already confirm that there was something wrong with his body fluids, at least if they could detain him for a while longer? It's unreasonable, maybe there will be another victim of the Qiang case in New York tonight. ”

Cassel was complaining loudly to Beckett.

"The victim refused to be identified, and CSI has not found direct evidence for the time being, so if we don't want to be troubled by the district prosecutor's office, we can only release him first."

Beckett was also annoyed, "In addition, as an ordinary citizen, are you too lenient?" ”

"As a father of a girl, I also have the right to supervise the work of the police. ”

Jack silently rolled his eyes and stepped forward to pull Cassel away, and there was too much spark between the two guys, it was almost a little bit of an explosion.

"Mr. Cassel, I hope you understand the work of the police, CSI was busy all night last night, and no one was idle here." Hannah said as she pulled Beckett away.

At this time, a police officer led the little fat man Billy out of the detention cell, and then used the key to untie his handcuffs.

Jack patted Cassel on the shoulder and suggested, "Why don't you come with us to the CSI lab, I'll show you around there, maybe when we get there, you'll still be inspired like you were yesterday." ”

This guy's eyes suddenly lit up, "Really? Then we'll go now. ”

Several people walked ahead of Billy, who was released, and as soon as he walked out of the police station gate, Jack's eyes noticed a familiar figure.

"Hannah!" Jack greeted in a volume that he tried not to attract the attention of others, and quickly took two steps forward, stopping in front of the figure.

"What do you want to do, Mr. Peacock?"

Luo Concubine's father reversed his previous suit and leather shoes, wearing an ordinary hoodie, his eyes were red, and he stared at Billy, who was following the three and was about to walk out of the police station.

"Is that him? The mongrel who violated my daughter? ”

"Are you crazy?" Jack reached through his clothes, grabbed the pistol he was hiding in his pocket, and forcibly pushed him into the side alley, where Hannah tacitly blocked the mouth of the alley, blocking the curious Cassel by the way.

"Did you know that illegal gun possession is a third-degree felony in this state? Do you want to be sent to prison for two or three years when your daughter needs you most? ”

"You don't have children, do you, so I don't expect you to understand this, Agent Tavol, I don't care what happens to me right now, I'm fed up with Rothine waking up screaming in nightmares every night, even with me by her bedside."

Mr. Peacock's face was contorted, and the anger in his eyes was almost burning.

"So what? You are her only relative, and you plan to send yourself to prison so that for the rest of her life, whenever she wakes up in a nightmare in the middle of the night, she will not even have a loved one by her side to comfort her? ”

Mr. Peacock's words left Mr. Peacock speechless, and the air seemed to freeze for a moment, except for his angry gasps.

"I'm still the same, believe us, the only thing you have to do now is to be by your daughter's side, I can treat everything just now as if it didn't happen, but you won't have a second chance."

After saying that, Jack forcibly broke his hand, took a revolver out of his pocket, opened the magazine, poured out the bullets inside, and then stuffed it all into his pocket along with the gun.

(End of chapter)