Chapter 1170: Who Can Make Shiler Plead Guilty? (Part 2)

The black agent walked out of the room with the documents, but Bruce didn't leave. Instead, he stood in front of the table for a few seconds before slowly sitting back down.

He rested his elbows on the table, crossed his fingers into fists, pressed them under his nose, and narrowed his eyes.

As a glimmer of light flashed in his azure eyes, the time in the room began to flow backward.

Jimmy walked in backward, put the documents by his hand, and sat down. Bruce faced him again.

"He is a quite seasoned FBI agent." Bruce said. As soon as he looked up, he saw another version of himself standing behind Jimmy.

The Bruce sitting at the table had his blue pupils gradually disappear, and his entire eyes turned completely white, looking somewhat terrifying. But the Bruce standing behind Jimmy gradually possessed a pair of blue eyes, calm, rational, and full of the light of wisdom.

The blue-eyed Bruce took a step to the left, came to Jimmy's side, pointed to his hand on the table, and said, "There are very obvious signs of training on his hands. His marksmanship should be quite good."

"How old is he?" asked the pupil-less white-eyed Bruce.

"Judging from the state of his bones and hair as a black man, he should be between 35 and 40 years old. Because he has received relatively strict physical training, he appears younger and stronger than ordinary people."

The blue-eyed Bruce looked at Jimmy's completely frozen expression and said, "The training marks on his body indicate that he was once a field agent, and 35-40 is the prime age for a field agent. Then, why would he be sitting here, performing clerical intelligence gathering?"

The white-eyed Bruce blinked lightly, and time began to fast-forward. Jimmy stood up, tidied up the documents, pulled back his chair, turned around, and walked toward the door.

The white-eyed Bruce blinked again, and time began to flow slowly. Jimmy opened his mouth, wanting to confirm the situation with the security personnel outside the door, thus revealing his teeth.

Time froze again. The blue-eyed Bruce lowered his head to look into Jimmy's mouth. After changing several angles to see the situation clearly, he still said in a very steady tone:

"His dental condition is poor. An impacted tooth was found on the right side of his mouth. The rear molars have had cavities. The dentist's level is insufficient, the filling material is relatively average, the color difference is large, the lower front teeth are misaligned, and no orthodontic treatment has been performed."

"This shows that his economic condition is average." The white-eyed Bruce said, "Although field agents are more dangerous, their income is higher, almost 3-4 times that of clerical staff. If he needed money, there is no reason for him to voluntarily resign from his job as a field agent."

"Then, the possibility of him voluntarily requesting a transfer is excluded."

Instantly, time condensed again. The blue-eyed Bruce walked to Jimmy's side. From his neck to his shoulders, then to his chest, waist, and legs, he checked Jimmy's body from top to bottom like a search.

"The bones are relatively thick, the muscle distribution is symmetrical, the arm swing and walking posture are normal, and the limbs used for action have not suffered serious injuries. The breathing frequency is fast, the chest rise and fall is steady, and there are no obvious abnormalities in heart and lung function."

After the blue-eyed Bruce finished speaking quickly, he came to Jimmy's front, looked into his eyes, and said, "The pupil dilation state is normal, the eyeballs are bloodshot, but there are no obvious eye injuries, and vision is normal."

"It seems that the possibility of him being unable to continue field work due to injury is also excluded." The white-eyed Bruce nodded.

The next second, the lights in the room suddenly went out, leaving only the faint light coming through the gaps in the curtains. The light in the entire room became dim.

The Bruce who had lost his pupils and only had white eyeballs turned his head suddenly and saw a pair of gray eyes appearing in the dark shadows at the end of the room.

The outline of this figure slowly paced out of the darkness. It was another Bruce, except he possessed a pair of gray eyes.

"This agent named Jimmy doesn't like the work he is doing now." The gray-eyed Bruce said. He slowly walked to the table and sat down. The white-eyed Bruce blinked, and Jimmy returned to his seat.

The gray-eyed Bruce reached out and picked up the documents in Jimmy's hand. The content on it was blurred. Bruce didn't see it, so naturally, he didn't know what was written on it.

But the gray-eyed Bruce flicked the bottom right corner of the white paper with his index finger. That place was rolled up, and the direction of the roll was very straight, and the shape was also very regular. Obviously, it wasn't pressed by accident.

The gray-eyed Bruce lowered his eyelids and then looked up at the white-eyed Bruce opposite. The white-eyed Bruce snapped his fingers.

In front, Jimmy's actions began to play at a very fast speed, just like a movie with many frames removed, becoming many pictures edited together.

"Stop." The gray-eyed Bruce shouted.

Instantly, Jimmy's movements stopped. At this time, in the place blocked by the paper document held in his left hand, Jimmy's right index finger and thumb were pinching the corner of the document, slowly rolling it inward.

"Typical manifestation of anxiety." The gray-eyed Bruce bent down, lowered his body to get close to Jimmy's fingers, and looked at the trembling muscles and said, "He feels very impatient and irritable. The rolled-up paper corner shows that his heart is constantly shrinking inward. He is undergoing internal friction with some kind of emotion."

The next second, the gray-eyed Bruce squatted down again and looked at Jimmy's feet under the table. The white-eyed Bruce also left his chair and squatted down. The gray-eyed Bruce pointed to the direction of Jimmy's leather shoes and said:

"His two feet are not facing the person he is talking to at all, but are all tilted to the right. What does this mean?"

Both Bruces stood up at the same time and looked to Jimmy's right, which was exactly the door of this office.

"He is urgently wanting to leave and doesn't want to face you at all. In this kind of conversation scenario, this is completely abnormal."

"He is an interrogator, and you are the one being interrogated. He shouldn't want to leave before you, but since he expressed this emotion, it proves that there must be a reason for it."

With the moment the white-eyed Bruce stood up, Jimmy was like a puppet, pulled by an invisible force, standing in front of the conference table with a straight figure.

The white-eyed Bruce walked to the main seat of the table, the blue-eyed Bruce sat on his right, the gray-eyed Bruce sat on his left, and at the same time, a red-eyed Bruce appeared in the second position on the right.

The pupil-less Bruce rested his hands on the table. He first turned his head to look to the right and said to the blue-eyed Bruce, "Fact analysis—empathy."

Then, he turned his head to look at the gray-eyed Bruce on the left and said, "Emotion judgment—empathy."

Finally, he let his gaze fall on the red-eyed Bruce and spat out a word: "... Intuition."

"Next, let's summarize all the clues obtained."

"Jimmy Andris, a former FBI field agent, appropriate age, strong body, poor economic condition, needs a high salary, has not suffered serious injuries that affect his work ability, but has changed from a field agent to a clerical staff member conducting interrogations."

"Neither voluntarily resigned nor transferred due to injury, then only one possibility remains: he was forced to transfer."

The gray-eyed Bruce added, "Although he has been in a state of irritable emotion, he didn't muddle through or be careless with his work. He is a quite dedicated person."

"When you mentioned that the Constitution gives him the right to go to every inch of federal land, his mood was obviously low. This shows that he believes in the law and has a sense of national honor."

"When he mentioned the word 'justice,' his mood became impassioned. This shows that he has a decent sense of justice."

"Can an agent transferred from the field department who is not proficient in psychology and behavioral science make a professional judgment on this case?"

The white-eyed Bruce raised a question, and all the Bruces shook their heads.

"Does Jimmy know this himself?"

All the Bruces nodded again.

"Then why does he want to leave?"

The white-eyed Bruce had just raised the question when he answered it himself: "Because he knows he can't make the decision. He knows he is just a puppet. The result of this case was doomed from the start. His sense of justice makes him feel very annoyed about this unfair trial, and he urgently wants to escape here."

The gray-eyed Bruce sighed softly and said, "His last sentence was hinting... oh no, it's no longer a hint. He is already explicitly stating that someone manipulated everything, and the purpose is to make Shiler go to prison. He hopes you can do something to maintain justice."

But at this moment, the blue-eyed Bruce said, "If someone manipulated all this, then why would they choose an old agent with a sense of justice and a pursuit of justice, instead of a fool who is completely under their control and won't make any extra moves?"

Instantly, the red-eyed Bruce stood up. He looked at himself in front of the long table and said in a low voice:

"They are confident that they won't let Jimmy affect this case too much... They didn't intend to let him live."

With a "pop," the condensed space shattered. Bruce, sitting in front of the long table, woke up suddenly. He stood up quickly and turned to look outside the door.

Only about a few minutes had passed, but Jimmy's figure had long since disappeared into the corridor. Bruce also strode forward, chasing in the direction Jimmy had left.

But unexpectedly, just after turning a corner, he saw two figures walking in his direction. Bruce immediately lightened his steps. He discovered that the people walking toward him were a man and a woman.

"My God, Mr. Bruce Wayne!" The man walked up first and looked at Bruce in a surprised tone, "I heard from Jimmy long ago that you would come over today to accept questioning. It's really great that you are willing to cooperate with our work!"

"Let me introduce myself. I am William DeNechette, a lecturer in psychology and behavioral science at the FBI Agent Training Center."

William pushed his glasses, looked at the black-haired lady beside him, and introduced:

"This is Talia al Ghul, a lecturer in equipment and maintenance at the FBI Agent Training Center." ===== CHAPTER 1171 =====