In the Greenwich Police Station's interrogation room, the innkeeper Wells sits across the table in shackles, while on the other side of the table are seated Arthur and Tom and Tony, who are in charge of surveillance.

Arthur threw the London Gas Lighting & Coke delivery slip on the table.

The London Gas Lighting & Coke Company's delivery note also shows that the last delivery of gas canisters to the Wells Hotel was 23 days ago.

We searched all the rooms of the hotel, and there was only one gas tank in the hotel, and that was the one in the room where the crime occurred.

We also consulted the authorities of the London Gas Lighting and Coke Company, who said that a gas lamp can be left on for three hours on a full fuel, which is about enough to light up one night.

And one gas tank can provide about thirty gas replenishments.

What's even more interesting is that the Wells Hotel only has two gas lamps, one at the front desk and one in the crime room, and the rest of the rooms are kerosene lamps.

In other words, if the lighting is normal, then the jar left in the room where the crime occurred should be almost out of gas, and even if there is a little left, it will not be enough to poison people.

Mr. Wells, can you tell me why this is? ”

Wells looked at the delivery note and struggled to reply, "It's nothing to look at.

Gaslighting is a new product, and everyone thinks that the new thing is not safe. Didn't the newspapers still publish many gas lamp explosions last year?

I didn't think it was good at first, so when I chose the lighting equipment for the hotel, I chose a kerosene lamp.

But a few months ago, a friend of mine told me that the London Gas Lighting & Coke Company was running a sales promotion, so I bought two of them and came back to try them.

As for saying that the gas tank is running out of gas, it is simply nonsense, and the discount rooms in our hotel are not available every day, and it is normal to have some gas left. ”

Arthur nodded, "Good answer, Mr. Wells." But how do you explain this? ”

Tom stepped forward and placed a thick stack of ledgers on the table.

Arthur folded his hands and leaned back in his chair: "We have sufficient evidence to prove that you have purchased large quantities of nitrous oxide in multiple batches in different stores in the past six months.

Normal people wouldn't buy this thing, let alone know what it does. The only people who know how to use nitrous oxide are chemists, doctors, and the young ladies of the upper class.

Chemists study its properties, doctors use it for surgery, and young ladies use it for pleasure at banquets. Why would you, the innkeeper, be associated with such a thing? ”

Wells quibbled: "Who says these people are the only ones who know about nitrous oxide?" Don't you, the police officer at Scotland Yard, know about it too? I'm just like those boys, I just make fun of him, my life is boring enough, I have to have some fun for myself. ”

"Okay."

Arthur nodded: "At first glance, your words don't seem to be wrong, what you do is your own business, as long as you don't sin, we can't care." But from what we've learned, it doesn't seem like you're in a good financial situation.

I remember you admitted it yourself when you were at the hotel, and you didn't have much money left after deducting the cost of rent. But you've been spending close to 20 pounds on nitrous oxide in the past few months. Where does your money come from? ”

When Wells heard this, his whole face turned red, and he couldn't make it up anymore.

"Do you care where I come from? I don't steal or rob, I just do a small business. You have no reason to force me to speak, nor can you torture me to extract a confession. I deny all the accusations you have made against me, this is a slander against my reputation! ”

"Hey! I don't care about you! Tony's eyes widened, and he almost pulled out the battle of civilization from his waist.

Wells was taken aback by his movements, and he asked with a shudder, "Y-What are you going to do?" Extorting confessions by torture is against your internal rules! ”

Tony went up and gave him three sticks in the head: "Fuck! If you don't ask a question, it's not an interrogation, if you don't plan to answer, it's not a confession, I just want to beat you, is this a confession! Forced confession! ”

Wells was knocked and quickly covered his head, and he couldn't stop crying in pain: "Hit someone!" The police beat people! ”

Tom hurriedly hugged Tony from behind: "Tony, it's almost two sticks!" After a while, everyone else was summoned. ”

Arthur also reached out to block Tony, and he continued.

"Mr. Wells, it seems that you are well aware of the rules of Scotland Yard, and we really cannot torture you to extract a confession, which is why we must have more than one person present when we interrogate a suspect. And you do have the right to remain silent under the law. ”

When Wells heard this, the hand covering his head suddenly let go, and he was still giving in to Arthur, so he immediately neither cried nor howled.

He said viciously, "It's good that you know! Why don't you let me out? If you don't let me go, I'll go and complain to Scotland Yard about your use of violence!" ”

As soon as Tony heard this, the anger that had just been extinguished suddenly came up again: "Tom! You let go of me! This kid still dares to have a temper! That is, Willocks is gone, if this person falls into the hands of Willocks, it is estimated that he will suffer several mouths! ”

Arthur crossed his elbows on the table with his fingers crossed, dragging his jaw.

"But, Mr. Wells, are you sure you want to be silent? Now all the evidence points to you, and you are the only suspect. If you go to court, you won't be able to escape the gallows with what you just said. ”

"I ......" Wells heard this, and his arrogant smile suddenly froze: "You, are you scaring me?" ”

"Is it necessary for me to scare you? Mr. Wells, you seem to know a little bit about the law, but you don't know much. ”

Arthur leaned back in his chair and said, "I'll be honest with you." Do you know what the guidelines are for many police districts in Scotland Yard? ”

Wells hesitated for a long time and asked tentatively, "Seeking the truth?" ”

Arthur smiled helplessly: "I'm sorry, Scotland Yard doesn't pursue the truth, in most cases, we are looking for an explanation." The above explanation, the explanation to the public, as long as there is an explanation, it doesn't matter if it's really untrue.

Not to mention, just for this case, your confession is quite like the truth.

However, it's just like that, I've checked your social connections, and you don't have any grudges with the two deceased.

And you're also an innkeeper with a fixed property, and your life is not particularly wealthy, but it's a thing of the past.

With no grudges and a good life, what kind of anger do you have to solve the problem by killing people?

You have to thank God that you met me, not the other Inspectors.

If someone else takes over the case, they probably won't be bothered to continue interrogating and investigating you.

When the time comes, they will send you to court, hang you on the gallows on a good day, the public applauds, the rewards and praises, and the case will be over.

If you are planning to go with this program, I can satisfy you as well. Well, this is the end of your interrogation, Mr. Wells, and we'll see you in hell. ”

With that, Arthur stretched and stood up as soon as he put away the information on the table.

He had barely grasped his hand on the doorknob of the interrogation room when he heard a shout behind him.

"Wait!"

Arthur's footsteps stopped, and he turned around with a smile.

Wells trembled and shook his legs, he lowered his eyes, held back for a long time, and then said as if giving up: "People, I really didn't kill them."

I...... I'm just running errands for them, buying something, providing a room, and making a little profit from it.

Opening a hotel really doesn't make money, I ...... If I don't do this business, I won't survive. Everything is going up, and I, I can't help it. ”

Arthur's eyes narrowed: "Profit? Is there still a profit to be made by killing? ”

Wells swallowed and foamed, and he nodded slowly, "They...... They are a group of dead people's business, and I didn't say it before because I was afraid that they would retaliate against me. I...... I can't fight them, I don't dare fight them, they're outlaws. ”

Arthur returned to his seat and sat down: "Mr. Wells, until the criminals are caught, I can represent Scotland Yard to ensure your personal safety. ”

When Wells heard this, it was like taking a reassuring pill, and he finally stopped hiding it.

He took a deep breath and asked, "Mr. Officer, have you heard about the serial murder of sixteen people in Edinburgh two years ago?" Those two notorious serial killers, William Hale, and William Burke.

And...... The people I trade with are doing the same business as them. Kill people and then sell corpses ......"