Chapter 2601: Whistling Down (Fifty-Nine)

Chapter 2575 Xiaoxiao Down (Fifty-nine)

The accusation conference was held at 9 o'clock in the morning. In addition to Schiller and Clay, many people came.

No one is allowed to attend the charging conference, and there will be no public hearings, so the people who come are more or less related to this case, such as Gordon, Bullock, and the police who discovered the crime scene at the same time as Gordon. Even Principal Sivana.

Especially Sivana.

He received a call from Schiller last night. At that time, he was still working overtime in the office. Hearing that Schiller had been accused, Sivana was very curious.

What Schiller said to him that day in the hospital kept lingering in his mind. He thought about it a lot, but still didn't make up his mind to do it.

He is not worried that he can't do it, but he doesn't know whether it will be useful. He is a person who has never had an advantage in this area, so naturally he does not definitely feel that this will bring him benefits.

After answering Schiller's call, Sivana knew that Schiller seemed to want to show him the benefits of having a voice and help him make up his mind.

So Sivana came, but he still had a valid reason, which was to serve as a witness to refute an accusation.

The charging conference soon began.

The prosecutor was Harvey's teacher, so Harvey could also be a prosecutor's assistant and listen in. He only saw his teacher read out all the charges and announced that the two sides had begun negotiations.

Things went as they expected in the office. Schiller denied all charges and claimed self-defense, while Clay insisted on murder and malicious wounding charges.

Both parties presented their own evidence, or in fact, only Schiller presented valid evidence. For example, his windows showed signs of being smashed, the chimney showed signs of being invaded, and the basement door lock was violently cut open. Another basement door was knocked open.

The environment inside the house was also terrible. Not only was the door broken, many things were knocked to the ground, the carpets were all moved, and there were Clay's footprints on the ground.

Almost everyone was shocked when they saw this evidence. They thought that even if Clay had no professional ethics, he should still have basic professional qualities. Isn't he a top student in criminal investigation?

Even if he really wanted to find evidence rather than seek personal revenge, he should know the consequences of doing so. Why wouldn't he even wear shoe covers now that he knew he might be accused?

Sivana lowered her voice and asked Schiller, "Are you sure he doesn't have any back tricks? Why is he so arrogant?"

Schiller shook his head and lowered his voice and said, "I know them very well. Have you ever seen any FBI wearing shoe covers before breaking in?"

"Aren't they afraid?"

"What are they afraid of? Agents are the last resort weapon. Once agents are used to conduct infiltration searches or secret arrests, it means that the matter has reached an irreversible stage. The only important things are whether evidence can be found and people can be caught. As for leaving behind Of course, someone will take care of the traces for them.”

"So this is agent thinking?"

"Would you deliberately develop a high-grade material that does not stain fingerprints to make a gun in order not to leave fingerprints on the gun?"

"Can't you just wipe it off?"

"Yes, this is the mentality of an agent. Arrest the person first and then leave evidence. In the worst case, we will send another group of people to wipe it out."

Sivana nodded and turned his attention back to the consultation meeting.

Clay couldn't produce any favorable evidence to prove that he didn't break into the house privately. He obviously wanted Gordon and Bullock to prove it for him, but the method was still the same as that of an agent.

That is to say, there is no discussion in advance, and pressure is exerted on the spot to express an attitude similar to "If I die, you will not be able to live well."

But unfortunately, Gordon and Bullock are not his peers. They are police officers, not secret service chiefs. They are not worried about leaking secrets. There are no important secrets in the Gotham Police Department, so Clay's threat is invalid.

"Mr. Clay, anyone can see that you have insufficient evidence. If you insist on charging, I'm afraid you will not be able to obtain a grand jury indictment, and I will not file charges against Mr. Rodriguez on your behalf."

"If you can find a prosecutor who charges you, I can only regret to tell you that this will definitely be deemed as self-defense by the jury and prosecutor responsible for the trial, and you will also be charged with breaking into a house and dereliction of duty. Equally charged."

"But that human skin! That's evidence that he killed a person!" Clay shouted: "How could the human skin appear out of thin air? If he hadn't killed a person, how could he have sewed the human skin on me? ?”

"Sorry, Officer Clay, I picked it up on the road." Schiller said with a slight nod.

"This is simply ridiculous!" Clay's voice broke.

He feels that he now exists in an illusory world. There is no law and morality in this world, and everyone will just act as a repeater, repeating "You are wrong, he is right."

But this is obviously an obvious fact. The human skin was still warm when it was covered on his body, and the blood had not yet dried. How could it be picked up on the road?

He was still conscious when Schiller sewed him in, but he fell into a coma due to lack of oxygen later. He even saw every move Schiller made. Why didn't these people listen?

Clay felt his thoughts begin to drift away, and in a daze, he saw Schiller's face shaking in front of him.

Before Schiller covered his face with the skin, he saw Schiller's features become blurred, disappearing and melting in the constant flashing.

"Mr. Clay, Mr. Clay? Did you hear me?"

The prosecutor's voice sounded from a very far place. Clay felt that his consciousness had run for a long time before returning to his body. He looked at the prosecutor blankly and said, "What? What's wrong?"

"I'm asking you, sir, do you know anything about Brata, the owner of this human skin? Do you know him?"

𝘀𝘁𝗼𝟱𝟱.𝗰𝗼𝗺

"No, I don't know..." Clay felt a severe headache.

"Did you witness the scene of his victimization with your own eyes? Did you see Mr. Rodriguez there?"

"No, I didn't, but it's obvious that he couldn't have picked up the skin on the road. This is completely contrary to common sense."

The prosecutor looked at Schiller.

Schiller nodded and said, "No, it's possible. It's not against common sense, but it's very consistent with the situation at the time. I have to ask my neighbor Mr. Shivana to tell me about it."

Schiller looked at Shivana, who also nodded and said, "In fact, just a few days ago, both of us encountered mysterious corpse dumping incidents."

Shivana took out some photos and handed them to the prosecutor. It showed the body that was thrown in his yard before, and the scene of the police working around the body.

"The police officers present can also testify for me. At that time, several plastic bags of corpses suddenly appeared in my yard. That was my neighbor, and Mr. Rodriguez also found severed limbs in his refrigerator."

Jonathan and Valentine, who were invited over, also said, "In fact, we all found body parts at home, but apart from these body fragments, there is no evidence to prove our crime. Our colleagues can testify for us."

The prosecutor looked at Gordon again.

Gordon pondered for a moment, took out a document and said, "We have indeed found a large number of unidentified body parts in various places in Gotham recently."

The prosecutor took the report, which listed in detail similar cases that had occurred recently. In addition to the cases of Sivana, Schiller, Jonathan and Valentine, it was obvious that many other people had found parts of the body in their homes, most of which were in the refrigerator.

"This is obviously Clay's masterpiece." Schiller responded to Sivana's eyes with his eyes and whispered, "Tainted witness."

Sivana was a smart man. He immediately understood that this was a frame-up plan taken by Clay, or the agent organization behind him. The method was to throw the body directly into someone's refrigerator, then rush in and catch him, saying that he was a murderer.

This method is ridiculous and simple. It is better to say that it is just a formality, but it is indeed impossible to expect these agents to have any more sophisticated skills. If this trick always works well against ordinary people, then they will never change until they fall into a big fall.

I guess it is now.

Watching the prosecutor reading out the records of unknown body dumping one after another, the people sitting behind Schiller couldn't suppress their smiles at all.

But Clay didn't understand what this meant yet, he looked at Schiller and said: "What kind of evidence is this?"

"Isn't this evidence?" Schiller's tone rose, and his tone seemed very cheerful. He said: "Since arms and legs can appear in anyone's refrigerator, why can't human skin appear on the street?"

Clay's face turned livid instantly.

Because these arms and legs scattered in various refrigerators were put in by him.

Looking at Clay's unpredictable expression, Jonathan still couldn't help laughing out loud. He whispered to Schiller in the front row: "You should let Bruce come over and see, you can definitely make him laugh."

"Do you still need me? Don't you think our respected Officer Clay is not funny enough?" Schiller also smiled and said.

Valentine glanced at Schiller. He knew that although this was funny, it was at most an opening show.

The prosecutor hesitated for a moment, looked at Gordon again, and said, "Chief, although there have been frequent cases of body dumping recently, judging from the records of these cases, most of the body parts that appeared in unknown locations were limbs, but the skin was..."

Clay looked at the prosecutor and thought, finally there is a normal person.

Now he feels that he is surrounded by a group of lunatics. He is obviously the normal person among all the lunatics, but these lunatics insist on saying that you are crazy. Suddenly, he saw a person who can think normally and find out where the mistakes are. He was so moved that he almost cried.

But Gordon interrupted him and said, "There are more cases of body dumping under investigation now. We can't be sure which part of the body fragments are in these cases."

He frantically winked at the prosecutor, signaling him not to say anything more, because Gordon knew very well that if the prosecutor dared to say that there was no skin in the body fragments, then in a few days, the Gotham Police Department would become the largest human skin collection.

The prosecutor actually understood what Gordon meant, but just like Gordon, a prosecutor who could survive in Gotham until today and is still alive must be a hexagonal warrior with both full ability and morality. After hesitating for a moment, he still said.

"But the autopsy report you provided shows that the skin was peeled off very delicately. From my criminal investigation experience, the murderer should have strong surgical skills, but the cross-sections of these broken limbs are very rough, and they look like they were sawed off at random. Whether in terms of technical level or aesthetic style, they can be said to be a world of difference..."

"Can you open your eyes and see how those huskies across the street are laughing?!" Gordon roared in his heart: "You are still praising them! Praising them!!!"

The group of psychopaths sitting across from Gordon were really about to die of laughter. It seemed that if they heard another joke about broken limbs and skin, they would faint on the spot.

"We still need to investigate." Gordon gritted his teeth and said: "At present, we cannot rule out the possibility that they are the same murderer."

If you praise them again, you may become part of it tonight, Gordon thought viciously in his heart, if you want to die, don't take me with you.

Suddenly, Schiller cleared his throat.

Gordon was so scared that he almost jumped out of his chair. He would never be cured of his "Schiller phobia" and paranoid delusions that "Schiller must be the cause".