Chapter 1189 The Cry of the Lamb (I)

When Schiller finished speaking, the whole place was silent.

Policewoman Angela was the first to walk out from behind the semicircular long table, came to Schiller, looked into his eyes and said: "Professor, although this is not an open questioning to the media and the public, every word you say will be recorded, and you must bear legal responsibility for it!"

"Of course I know." Schiller looked into her eyes and said: "I know what I am saying better than any of you. What you have to do now is to handcuff me and then find the body."

"Where is the body?" Angela asked with narrowed eyes.

"3rd floor."

"Specific location."

"This is the scope of work of FBI agents." Schiller turned his head and looked around, and said: "I killed someone in your territory, it's not that I have to tell you the location of the body, right?"

The agent who replaced Jimmy before stepped forward, he signaled Angela with his eyes, and Angela took two steps back unwillingly.

The male agent in white pushed his glasses and looked at Schiller and said, "Hello, you can call me Davis, Professor Rodriguez. I hope you understand that the severity of malfeasance and murder is completely different. You may face a heavy prison sentence of 40 years or more."

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

Soon, teams of agents left the hall. The clock hanging in the center of the wall in front of the hall ticked and the minute hand rotated forward one by one. As time passed, the faces of all the people in the seats changed.

Davis's face became more and more gloomy. Talia and William, who were sitting in the middle seat, narrowed their eyes. Angela looked solemn and Bruce was expressionless. Obviously, the development of the situation was beyond their expectations.

After a full 43 minutes, an agent finally came in, and the moment he opened the door, everyone's eyes were focused on him.

"We found Jimi Andris' body in the cabinet in the utility room on the third floor. He died of a pierced heart. The time of death was about 1 hour and 30 minutes ago. It is not yet certain whether the utility room is the first crime scene."

"Where is the murder weapon?" Davis asked.

"No, but based on the observation of the wound, Andris' heart was pierced by a pen. The murderer pierced his heart from the back of his body. The technique was very skillful and the action was neat and tidy."

Instantly, everyone's eyes were on Schiller again. An agent slowly approached Schiller with a pistol in both hands.

Schiller raised his hands, and another agent walked up and fumbled around him, and then found a pen in his pocket.

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

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

"The utility room cannot be the first crime scene." A voice sounded, but it did not come from Schiller in front of Davis, but from the back of the hall.

Bruce left his chair, walked down the steps, and said, "Before Jimmy died, the last person he saw was me, except for the murderer. He had just finished questioning me. Based on your understanding of him, would he stay in the utility room with so much important information?"

"Mr. Wayne, we should listen to the murderer's explanation." Davis stared at Bruce who was walking over and said.

"But the murderer will lie." Bruce did not give in. He glanced at Roman and Thomas who were standing in a daze, stepped forward and looked into Davis' eyes and said:

"I don't care about so-called mental control and abuse, because I think only people with weak wills will cry and complain there."

"But Roman and Thomas are also my friends. The Wayne Group has business dealings with the Sionis and Elliott families. If the two of them are involved in a murder case, I think I need to ensure that you can enforce the law impartially and not let any criminal go."

Davis saw what Bruce meant. Davis knew that before this, Bruce Wayne's position must be on Schiller's side, because the professor's reputation is closely related to him. If he can help, he will definitely help.

But the premise is that Schiller was only accused of malfeasance by his students, which is completely within the scope of the Wayne Group's reversal.

But if Schiller committed murder inside the FBI base, there would be no hope. At this time, as a businessman, Bruce Wayne should quickly distance himself from him, or even add insult to injury, so that the other party would never have a chance to turn over.

He is indeed a shrewd businessman, Davis thought, changing his attitude faster than turning a page, and changing his position without any delay.

"Mr. Wayne, I didn't expect that you have a talent for criminal investigation?" At this time, another figure came forward, stood beside Davis and looked at Bruce and said, that was William Denechter.

"I'm not a detective." Bruce said, shaking his head slightly, "But anyone with normal intelligence should be able to think that Jimmy, who holds important information, can't go to the utility room on the third floor as his first stop."

"Then where do you think his first stop is?" Black-haired Talia walked out from behind William and looked at Bruce with interest.

"I say again, I'm not a detective, let alone an agent. This is your duty." Bruce shook his head gently, spread his hands and said, "I'm just providing you with a clue that you may have forgotten. The rest is not my business."

After that, he slowly walked to the long semicircular table, put his hands on it, looked at the group of people opposite and said, "I pay so much tax every year to support you, not for you to ask me where the murderer killed the person."

Davis cleared his throat, pushed his glasses, and said, "Sorry, Mr. Wayne, we don't want such a tragedy to happen. Now we have to talk to the suspect alone. Please wait here for a while."

After that, Davis glanced back, and two agents came forward, handcuffed Schiller, and took him out of the hall. Davis glanced at Bruce who had sat down again, and turned and left.

Bruce just sat down and found a shadow covering the ground in front of his feet.

He raised his head and a sexy woman with long black hair stood beside him and leaned over, her long hair brushing across Bruce's forearm.

"Do you have cigarettes?"

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

"...Of course."

Schiller walked through the long corridor and came to a veritable interrogation room. There was only a chair in the middle of the room and nothing else.

Without anyone's instructions, Schiller walked over and sat down, and placed his handcuffed hands on the horizontal bar connecting the two armrests of the chair.

Davis followed closely behind. When the agent guarding the door closed, Davis turned on the light in the room and looked at Schiller and said, "Professor Rodriguez, let's be frank...someone wants you to shut up."

Before Schiller could respond, Davis extended a hand and said as if to comfort him, "Of course I know that you have the ability to make all this public. We can have a long lawsuit to carefully analyze whether you have abused your students, and whether you have committed murder and illegal imprisonment."

"But please think rationally. Is there really any benefit for you to do this?" Davis stood in front of Schiller, looked down at him and said:

"Yes, the two children who accused you may not have any substantial evidence, and even whether you murdered or not. There is no conclusive evidence for killing Jimmy, but that's not the point, do you understand? "

Davis took out a pen from his pocket and looked at Schiller and said, "I think you should have discovered that a pen that does not belong to you was placed in your coat. This is just a small trick, not an excellent frame-up."

"But if you must fight us to the end, this small trick will appear 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 kind. It is because we respect your status in the academic world and your academic achievements, and think that you are one of the few rare talents in the Federation, that we did not use more tough means. "

"Otherwise, why would you Why do you think that a left-wing scholar who has pointed out his connection with the American incident can be treated so gently? "

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

"You know that I care about my education career. First, you incited my students and took advantage of their ignorance and stupidity to make some innocuous accusations against me. You didn't expect that such accusations could refute me."

"As long as I came here, there were traps waiting for me. You found a chief judge with a strong sense of justice and good popularity. After killing him, you put the blame on 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 Davis The pen in his hand, and then said: "For you, evidence is not important. You have plenty of ways to create evidence that convinces the media and the public."

"If this still can't refute me, the next person to die should be Roman or Thomas, and I will be portrayed as a ruthless murderer who kills his students in order to get away with it."

"If this still can't pull me down, you will show Bruce Wayne, whom you deliberately lured, that I may threaten the interests of the Wayne Group. You will use the Wayne Group to incite the media and nail me to the pillar of shame."

"Just as you said, if these still can't shake my position and make me shut up, this drama will be staged countless times in my future life, and one day, I can't escape it."

"Professor Rodriguez, I admire your wisdom and foresight." Davis began to pace in place, and then he said: "You anticipated this, and confessed directly in the hall, which is a retreat to advance, and you want to negotiate with us."

"In my career, there are not many people like you who know the times. Most people believe that their lofty social status and good reputation will accompany them throughout their lives. Therefore, when we want to talk to them, they show disdain."

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

Davis did not hesitate to use He stopped and turned to Schiller and said, "But we do this job. Since you are willing to lighten my burden, I am willing to give you a chance to negotiate with us."

Schiller nodded, as if accepting his fate, and said, "I know what you want, so I won't put forward conditions like 'Can I get away with this?'"

Davis nodded, seeming to be very satisfied with Schiller's attitude. Schiller then said, "I hope you can meet my three requirements."

"You say it."

"You spent so much time You have worked so hard just to get me to jail. I can promise that I will not cause any trouble to you on the way to jail or during my sentence, but I have a request for the location of the jail."

"You don't mean to say that you want to go to Blackgate Prison in Gotham, do you?" Davis leaned on the armrests of Schiller's chair, looked into his eyes and said, "Everyone knows that Falcone is your favorite student. What's 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 to serve my sentence, except Gotham."

Davis frowned and squinted his eyes, as if I want to know what Schiller's request means, but Schiller immediately started to talk about his second request:

"Before I go to serve my sentence, I hope to meet Bruce Wayne, and I hope that my conversation with him will not be monitored."

"Are you counting on him to save you?"

Schiller shook his head again and said, "I hope he can tell my favorite student not to cause trouble for you."

Davis heard the warning in his tone. Schiller's implication was that if he was not allowed to see Bruce, or if their conversation was monitored, Schiller would definitely find a way to make the new godfather cause trouble for the FBI.

Davis knew, of course, that he could not show that he was afraid of a gang leader, but the fact was that Gotham was indeed too evil. Schiller was willing to bow his head, so there was no need for him to make trouble.

"The third request is..." Schiller looked down at his suit, showing a disgusted expression, and said: "You put things in my pockets without my consent, which makes me feel very uncomfortable, so I hope to change clothes before leaving."

Davis loosened his hands, stood up, lowered his eyes, looked down at Schiller, and after a moment of silence, he said:

"Many people do not understand our work, and think that our lifelong pursuit is to oppress others and create false cases, but we are just tools of the state machine. The state's position is only interests, not justice."

"Professor, you chose A way for the FBI to handle this matter in the most respectful way. You have the greatest respect for us and our work, so we naturally don't mind and try to maintain your dignity as much as possible. "

Davis personally opened the chair and handcuffs for Schiller, and stretched out a hand to him, looking into his eyes and said: "We agree to your three conditions, and after you are released from prison, we are willing to provide the greatest help for your future employment as much as possible. You should know where to find me."

Schiller stretched out a hand and shook it with Davis. Both of them were calm as if they were not enemies, but old friends who had known each other for many years.

In the corridor of the FBI, Angela quickly caught up with Bruce and stopped him, looking at him and said, "What are you doing? Aren't we here to save Schiller?!"

Bruce walked forward expressionlessly, turned his head and looked at the female police officer and said, "You should ask Schiller what he is doing. I didn't ask him to confess to the murder."

"But, but..." Angela stuttered, pressed one eye with her hand, and said, "Jimmy couldn't have been killed by Schiller. He didn't have time to do it. Just a pen doesn't mean anything."

"You have to tell the FBI about this." Bruce walked forward quickly and said, "Ask them why they deliberately ignored the obvious timeline evidence and convicted him with just a pen."

Angela took two steps forward quickly, stopped in front of Bruce, and looked at him and said, "Bruce Wayne, don't you think you are a little strange? You act like you are sure of victory, but you actually did nothing. You seem to be very positive, but very negative. What are you thinking?"

Bruce just opened his mouth to answer when a series of hurried footsteps came from behind. The two turned around and saw a group of agents walking towards them.

"Schiller Rodriguez is convicted of murder. Because of the extremely bad nature and method of his crime, he will be detained immediately, and after a closed trial, he will go to prison to serve his sentence."

"Professor Rodriguez hopes that he can see you before he leaves... Please follow us, Mr. Wayne."

Bruce Wayne stared at the eyes of the agent and asked him, "What color clothes is Schiller wearing?"

"What?"

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

"Uh... dark red suit, light blue shirt, dark blue tie."

For a moment, Bruce's hands trembled, then he lowered his head and let out a long breath.

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