Chapter 1188 Who Can Make Schiller Plead Guilty? (Part 2)

The moment he saw the black-haired woman, a pair of red eyes appeared behind Bruce, and a face exactly like his whispered in his ear: "You should be alert, there is something wrong with this woman."

Instantly, the space condensed again, and the two Bruces with different eye colors stared at the black-haired woman named Talia from the left and right.

Then, they began to express their opinions one after another.

"Her hair is so delicately groomed, divided into three layers, the first layer is fine curls, the second layer is big waves, and the third layer is a straight base, which will make her hair look fluffy but not messy, but to achieve this hairstyle effect, it takes at least three hours to style it."

"Her hands are well maintained, without any signs of training, her wrists are slender, and the jewelry she wears is just right, but there is a big problem with her nails. The protective film of the nail polish she uses is matte."

At this time, the blue-eyed Bruce looked at the gray-eyed Bruce next to him, and the gray-eyed Bruce said:

"Humans are phototropic, and everyone likes bright things. It is just the stereotype of gender aesthetics that will make women pursue more dazzling jewelry and accessories, while for nail decoration, which is not necessary for survival and cannot bring additional benefits, women will prefer gorgeous, bright, and complicated decorations. "

At this time, Bruce with blue eyes spoke again: "The protective film used by most nail shops is to make the nails brighter. The matte texture is not common. This is most likely customized by her."

Then, the two Bruce looked down at Talia's feet. Talia wore a pair of sandals, revealing only two toes, but the nail polish on her toenails remained the same.

"There is nothing reflective on her body." Bruce with blue eyes said, "This is very abnormal."

"Female killers are different from men. They don't need a lot of physical training because they don't use extreme violence to kill the opponent. Their beautiful, seductive, or weak appearance is the best weapon."

"At the same time, seizing the opportunity, acting quickly, and being concealed are also what female killers must pursue."

Bruce's eyes moved away from Talia and looked at William. Similarly, the other two appeared again.

"William is a very serious and rigorous person, with a slight mysophobia and a very typical scholarly personality. Therefore, his suits must be meticulously maintained, and the cuffs and suspenders that make the shirt smooth will never be missing."

After the gray-eyed Bruce finished speaking, the blue-eyed Bruce pointed to a wrinkle on William's suit behind his waist and said, "This is not because the shirt has wrinkles, nor because the suit is not ironed flat. He has a knife behind his waist."

"Shua", Bruce retracted his gaze, smiled, shook hands with Talia gently and said, "Hello, beautiful lady, I'm so glad that I didn't see you in the police station."

The tone is still very exaggerated, which is very consistent with his playboy personality. Talia is indeed beautiful. Bruce squinted his eyes, as if he was fascinated by her.

But suddenly, Bruce seemed to have just woken up and said to the two of them: "Jimmy just told me that Professor Rodriguez's public questioning is about to begin. I have to go there quickly."

After saying that, he hurriedly walked through the corridor and ran down the stairs. Looking at his back, Talia gently lifted her black hair and snorted coldly.

William's face gradually sank, looking a little gloomy. He looked at Talia and said, "It's too risky for us to do this."

"Don't worry, one bait catches two big fish." Talia slowly narrowed her eyes and said in a low voice: "We will succeed."

On the other side, Bruce seemed to run downstairs in a hurry, but in fact, after he walked around downstairs, he went back from the stairs on the other side.

And this time, he did not stay on the floor where he met Talia and the others, but followed the direction they came from, found a staircase, and walked up one floor.

Standing at the end of the dim corridor, when Bruce pressed one hand on the wall, his eyes flashed blue, gray and red light in an instant, and the light spread from his fingertips, and the colorful web covered the entire corridor, and then quickly disappeared.

"Found it."

The moment the low voice echoed, the heavy sound of leather shoes stepping on the cold floor sounded at the same time, like a symphony of ensemble.

Bruce quickly came to the door of an office on the right side of the corridor. He did not hesitate, pushed the door open and walked in. There was no one here, and the curtains fluttered gently in the wind.

Bruce walked quickly to the curtains and gently opened the curtains on one side with his hand. A body was lying crookedly on the balcony, with a bloody hole in the chest. It was the black agent Jimi Andris.

Bruce did not have any shock or hesitation. He quickly took off his suit jacket and shirt, and put the clothes far away from the body.

Then, he picked up Jimmy's body with his naked upper body, walked out of the office quickly, and came to the utility room at the end of the corridor, laid Jimmy's body flat on the ground, took off his coat, and bandaged it on his chest to stop the bleeding.

After the blood stopped flowing out in large quantities, he stuffed the body into the cabinet in the utility room, and then took the cleaning tools from the utility room to clean up all the bloodstains along the way.

After returning to the balcony, Bruce also wiped all the bloodstains on the ground and railings, and then went to the bathroom next to the office, washed his hands, put on his clothes, and put everything back in place. As if nothing had happened, he left the scene in a suit and tie.

When Bruce pushed open the door of the first-floor auditorium, most of the people who were conducting public consultations were already in place. Bruce saw Roman, Thomas, and many classmates who were familiar or unfamiliar to him.

When Bruce turned his head away, no one saw that a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes.

The agents in charge of questioning were all dressed in neat uniforms, entered the hall from the door on one side, and sat down behind the long curved table.

The jury sat down in the seats on the left, and the hearing personnel sat down in the seats on the right.

Bruce, Thomas and other parties or people related to the parties all sat in the middle seats.

This was an open confrontation between the two parties, but it was not an open questioning to the public, so there were no reporters.

After everyone was seated, Schiller walked to the table accompanied by two agents.

There was a large open space in front of the long curved table, which almost occupied one-third of the hall, but there was only a small single chair there, like a lonely boat floating on the ocean.

Schiller walked steadily to the chair and sat down. His clothes were decent and he was in high spirits. He was not handcuffed and there were no restraints. Before the trial, he was still a top scholar.

But at this time, the agent in charge of the questioning broke out into a low voice, because Jimmy, who was supposed to sit in the main seat, did not arrive on time.

At this moment, another agent dressed similarly to Jimmy came in from the door next to him. He said a few words to the others and then sat in Jimmy's seat.

Schiller's expression was calm from beginning to end. When he was questioned, he answered all the questions truthfully, without any self-defense, nor did he show anger or grievance.

When the two sides confronted each other, Roman took the lead in speaking. He spoke passionately and emotionally, and kept telling the audience how Schiller controlled and suppressed him and abused him mentally.

He spoke with emotion and told a lot of details, such as Schiller asking him to kill for him by threatening not to pass his thesis or delaying his graduation.

Thomas' words became even more intense. He said that his disfigurement was entirely because Schiller controlled him mentally and asked him to hurt himself. After he bled for him, he still felt dissatisfied and asked him to do more.

The emotions of these two people were very real. In the end, they began to cry and scream like crazy, just like two poor students who had suffered mental abuse.

"Don't embarrass me."

Schiller seemed to be a little bit unbearable. He gently pressed his fingers on one side of his eyes and said, "Even idiots like you can guess the correct answer blindly, so why..."

"You see, this is how he suppresses us. He keeps insulting us and mentally abuses us!" Roman suddenly screamed.

"Shut up."

When Schiller's eyes were cast over, Roman seemed to be strangled by the neck and couldn't make a sound.

Schiller suddenly stood up from his seat, and the security guards on both sides put their hands on the guns at their waists.

Schiller raised his head high, his eyes stayed on everyone's face for a few tenths of a second, and then he spoke:

"I thought there would be nothing in this world more painful than teaching someone who seemed to be unteachable."

"But now, I find that no matter how unsuccessful my teaching career is, no matter how painful the teaching process is, it is better than watching two complete idiots guessing the answer by exhaustive method."

"I have said that exhaustive method is the worst method in the world, but some people don't even know how to use it."

When Schiller's voice fell, Roman, Thomas and Bruce, who was sitting in the back row, all looked stiff.

Now, Bruce can at least be sure of one thing, that the Schiller in front of him is real, because no one else can break everyone's defense with one sentence like this professor.

"Originally, I wanted to escape reality for a while, but it turns out that I can't let myself be refuted by such a stupid idiot, so..."

"...I oppose all their accusations." Schiller sat back in his chair and looked at the agent opposite him and said, "I have an alibi for all the scenes they described, and there are people who can prove that I didn't do anything they accused me of."

As expected, Schiller refuted the accusations made by Roman and Thomas one by one, and refuted them speechless.

After several rounds of confrontation, the FBI agents began to present the substantive evidence that had been investigated. Angela, holding the documents, glanced back and saw Bruce still expressionless.

After entering this process, Angela immediately stood up and said:

"To judge whether a professor is competent, in addition to his style of teaching theoretical knowledge in class and the details of his daily interactions with students, the best way is to look at his own academic level and the academic level of his students."

"I think that no one here will question Schiller Rodriguez's academic level, and the information retrieved by the criminal investigation team from the education information system shows that the students taught by Professor Rodriguez also have a good academic level."

"Next, I will show several psychology papers written by students under the guidance of Professor Rodriguez. "According to our investigation, in the four -year study career, Bruce Wayne, who has the lowest performance point, the most absence, and the most unsatisfactory grades, still created a psychological paper that is far better than the level of university undergraduate thesis promulgated by the American university education system." The development of the art is enough, so next, please send this paper ... "Schiller stood up" 唰 ". He raised one hand and said loudly," Don't move! "" I plead guilty! " He also said, "I don't admit that these two idiot's so -called spiritual control and allegations of abuse, but I admit murder and illegal imprisonment." The sudden change in the situation made everyone on the court stunned. "At this moment, there is a body in this building."

"Ka-ka-ka", the sound of guns being loaded rang out one after another. Wei Chen circled around Schiller and saw countless black muzzles.

"That's the body of Jimi Andris, the agent who was responsible for investigating me... Yes, I killed him."

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