Chapter 72

"Impossible!" an Auror shouted, "He is exactly the same as in the photo!"

Murphy also leaned closer, "Not bad, Alex works at Supreme Magic Potion, he is my employee, I am very familiar with his appearance. This person is indeed very similar to him, exactly the same..."

Of course exactly the same, this face had been carved and repaired countless times, almost replicated one-to-one according to Alex's appearance.

Isaac had a square face, Alex had a round face. In order to make the contours consistent, grinding bones, regenerating bones, grinding bones again, regenerating bones again, grinding bones again... it was tossed back and forth three times to replicate the same face shape as Alex.

It must be said that Researcher Nicklas indeed has some craftsmanship spirit in plastic surgery.

It's just that Isaac suffered a lot. Grinding bones, liposuction, breaking legs, skin grafting... although the surgery process was anesthetized, watching himself being transformed into another person caused Isaac indelible mental damage.

However, Murphy didn't sympathize at all. The sins this guy committed, even if the pain Murphy caused him was multiplied by a hundred, wouldn't be enough to pay off the debt.

"When did Alex pass through the fireplace?" Kingsley asked Davis.

"Today, not long ago, a, about ten." Being approached by Kingsley, Davis answered somewhat nervously.

"Boss, wasn't that when we were preparing to catch the person?" an Auror said, "How could it be such a coincidence?!"

"It can't be such a coincidence!" Kingsley said.

"Right, it can't be such a coincidence!" Murphy also said, he looked at Kingsley, "What kind of tricks are you playing?"

Kingsley ignored Murphy. The faint sense of unease in his heart became extremely strong at this moment. He suddenly realized that he might have fallen into Murphy's trap, "Director, please approve sending Aurors to Germany immediately to bring that 'Alex Wood' back to see who is the real Alex Wood!"

"Do you know where he went in Germany? How many days will it take to bring him back?" Murphy snorted, "By then, the person will be stinking, and I might have been locked in Azkaban by you long ago!"

"Then what can you do?" Crouch asked.

Murphy thought for a while and said: "Fingerprints."

As he spoke, he looked at Davis, "There are his handprints on that international Floo application, right?"

"Yes, of course there are." Davis said.

Although fingerprint recognition technology has not been widely popularized in the wizarding world, basic application scenarios such as pressing a handprint on important documents still exist.

And Aurors are not unfamiliar with this basic criminal investigation technology.

The Auror who broke into Murphy's warehouse before had consciously used Scourgify to clean up various traces he left in the warehouse.

Those experts confirmed the identity of that Auror by finding residual fingerprints on the warehouse door.

"Go get it." Murphy said, "Alex Wood should have some documents that need handprints left in the Ministry of Magic, right? Like an Apparition test application or something? Bring it for comparison, and you will know who is the real Alex Wood."

Alex didn't have an Apparition license, but he had applied to take the test.

"Good, I'll go find it." Davis left in a hurry.

Before long, Davis returned, holding several documents in his hand, compared the fingerprints on the documents Alex Wood had left before with the fingerprints on his international Floo application, and then compared the fingerprints of the deceased.

Now the evidence is solid.

The fact that the real Alex Wood had already gone abroad, and the deceased in front of them was not Alex Wood, was confirmed.

The faces of all the Aurors were full of shock and confusion.

Rita Skeeter excitedly let the photographer take pictures wildly.

"What exactly did you do? Who is he?!" Kingsley glared at Murphy.

"Captain Kingsley, this is exactly what I want to ask you." Murphy said, "Where did you find this person, and why did you want him to frame me?!"

"All of this... is your conspiracy!" Kingsley understood. He already understood where the faint sense of unease when he arrested Alex came from.

Clearly, Alex would go to the owlery to mail money every month, but his movements at that time seemed extremely unfamiliar. At that time, Kingsley only thought it was because Alex was guilty and nervous, but at this moment he realized that it was indeed the first time the fake Alex used an owl to mail money.

"You planned it long ago, didn't you? You blew up Bask to provoke us? That informant... no, Lucius... he also defected to you?" Kingsley was shocked, "Why? Wasn't he sent to Azkaban by you?"

"Mr. Lucius?" Murphy shrugged, "What's wrong with him? I thought he hadn't been released from prison yet."

Kingsley looked at Murphy, as if witnessing a demon born from fire.

He felt a heartfelt fear, a bone-deep hatred, and the intertwined emotions made him tremble slightly, "Our Legilimency couldn't read his thoughts, not because he knew Occlumency, but because you had destroyed his mind..."

"You trained him into a puppet, a sacrifice, you set this trap at the cost of a human life."

"Everything was just to make him look like he died from torture..."

"You weren't trying to clear yourself, you wanted us to become criminals..."

Kingsley's originally peaceful face twisted and twitched, "Murphy, you are a devil!"

"Captain Kingsley," Murphy looked at him calmly, "Is this the defense you made for yourself after your conspiracy failed? Then I can only say, you really should be more cautious!"

"As for your accusation, I don't even bother to refute it. Why would I find someone from who knows where and let him prove I'm guilty in front of you? I fabricate evidence against myself? Am I crazy, or are you crazy?"

After speaking, he turned around, "Reporter Rita, you must report everything that happened here well. In order to frame me, the Aurors did not hesitate to force an innocent person to confess, and even crazily turned him into Alex's appearance, and finally, in order to prevent this lie from being exposed, they actually killed him to silence him!"

"Illegal arrest! Malicious framing! Torture for confession! Killing to silence! If they can even do this kind of thing, what else is there that these Aurors dare not do?!"

Rita Skeeter's eyes shone.

Framing!

Undoubtedly, this is framing these Aurors.

Murphy Darkholm found her before the incident happened. Clearly, all of this was arranged by him!

Terrible, terrifying, crazy!

Actually using such a crazy way to fabricate a lie!

However, isn't the crime of framing others exactly what she is best at?

Murphy gave a good story, and the logic was smooth. Most importantly, the fact that "the Aurors caught the wrong person and killed the person" was enough to nail them to the pillar of shame. The rest was her specialty.

As for justice?

As for the truth?

Let them all go to hell!

As long as the news is shocking enough, eighteen forbidden enough, and conspiracy theory enough, there will always be countless people willing to pursue it.

Human instinct to believe in evil deeds is based on precise cognition of oneself.

Human nature is like this, and she, Rita Skeeter, is just mapping human nature through writing.

What's wrong with that?

(End of chapter)