Chapter 1171: Who Can Make Shiler Plead Guilty? (Part 3)

The moment he saw this black-haired woman, a pair of red eyes appeared behind Bruce. A face exactly like his own leaned against his ear and said to him, "You should be vigilant; this woman has a problem."

Instantly, the space condensed again. Two Bruces with different colored eyes stared at this black-haired woman named Talia from left and right.

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

"Her hair is styled too exquisitely. It is divided into three layers: the first layer is fine curls, the second layer is large waves, and the third layer is a straighter base. This makes her hair look fluffy and not messy, but to achieve this hairstyle effect, it takes at least three hours of setting."

"Her hands are well-maintained, with no signs of training. Her wrists are slender, and her jewelry 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 beside him. The gray-eyed Bruce said:

"Humans all have phototaxis; everyone likes bright things. It's just that the stereotypical impression of gender aesthetics makes women more inclined to chase after brilliant jewelry and accessories, and for the decorative behavior of decorating nails, which is not very necessary for survival and cannot bring extra benefits, women will be more inclined toward bright, shiny, and complex decorations."

And at this time, the blue-eyed Bruce spoke again: "The protective film used by the vast majority of nail salons is to make the nails brighter. Matte texture is not common. This is very likely customized for her."

Following this, both Bruces looked down at Talia's feet. Talia was wearing sandals, revealing only two toes, but the nail polish on her toenails was still the same.

"There is nothing reflective on her entire body." The blue-eyed Bruce 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 other party. Their beautiful, seductive, or weak appearance is the best weapon."

"And at the same time, seizing the opportunity, acting quickly, and being sufficiently concealed are also things female killers must pursue."

Bruce moved his eyes away from Talia and looked at William. Similarly, the other two versions of him appeared again.

"William is a quite serious and rigorous person with mild mysophobia, a very typical scholar personality. Therefore, his suit must be meticulously managed, and the sleeve garters and suspenders that keep the shirt flat will never be missing."

After the gray-eyed Bruce finished speaking, the blue-eyed Bruce pointed to a slight wrinkle in William's suit behind his waist and said, "This is neither because the shirt is wrinkled nor because the suit isn't ironed flat. He has a knife tucked behind his waist."

With a "swish," Bruce withdrew his gaze, showed a smile, shook hands with Talia lightly, and said, "Hello, beautiful lady. It's really fortunate that I'm not seeing you at the police station."

The tone was still very flamboyant, very much in line with his playboy persona. Talia indeed had moving beauty. Bruce narrowed his eyes, looking as if he were 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 interrogation is about to begin. I have to hurry over."

After speaking, he hurried down the corridor and ran down the stairs. Watching his back, Talia flicked her black hair lightly and snorted coldly.

William's face gradually sank, appearing somewhat gloomy. He looked at Talia and said, "What we are doing is really too risky."

"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 appeared to run downstairs in a hurry, but in fact, after circling downstairs, he walked back from the other staircase.

And this time, he didn't stop on the floor where he met Talia and the others, but followed the direction they came from, found a staircase, and went up one floor.

Standing at the end of the dim corridor, the moment Bruce pressed one hand on the wall, his eyes flashed with blue, gray, and red light. The light spread from his fingertips, and a web of intertwined colors covered the entire corridor, then quickly disappeared.

"Found it."

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

Bruce quickly came to the door of an office on the right side of the corridor. He didn't hesitate, pushed the door open, and walked in. There was no one here, and the curtains swayed gently with the wind.

Bruce walked quickly to the front of the curtains, used his hand to gently push aside one side of the curtain. A corpse lay crookedly on the balcony, with a blood hole in its chest. It was exactly FBI agent Jimmy Andris.

Bruce had no shock or hesitation. He quickly took off his suit jacket, took off his shirt, and put the clothes far away from the corpse.

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

After the blood was no longer gushing out in large quantities, he stuffed the corpse into the cabinet in the utility room, then took cleaning tools from the utility room and cleared all the bloodstains along the way.

After returning to the balcony, Bruce wiped all the bloodstains on the ground and railings clean. Immediately after, he came to the bathroom next to the office, washed his hands clean, put on his clothes, and returned all items to their original places, as if nothing had happened, and left the scene in a suit and leather shoes.

By the time Bruce pushed open the door of the first-floor assembly hall, the vast majority of people conducting the public consultation were already in place. Bruce saw Roman, saw Thomas, and saw many students he was familiar or unfamiliar with.

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

The agents responsible for the interrogation were all wearing neat uniforms, entering in an orderly manner from a side door, and sat down behind the arc-shaped long table.

The jury took their seats in the left seating area, and the hearing personnel took their seats in the right seating area.

And Bruce, Thomas, and other parties involved or those with connections to the parties involved all sat in the middle seats.

This was a public confrontation between the two sides, but it was not open to society for public interrogation, so there were no reporters.

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

There was a large open space in front of the arc-shaped long table, occupying almost one-third of the assembly hall, but there was only one small single chair there, like a lonely boat floating on the vast ocean.

Shiler walked steadily toward the chair and sat down. His clothing was appropriate, and his spirit was full. He was not handcuffed and had no restraint measures. Before being put on trial, he was still a top scholar.

But at this moment, the agents responsible for the interrogation broke into a low discussion because Jimmy, who should have been sitting in the main seat, had not arrived on time.

Just then, another agent whose dress and appearance were relatively similar to Jimmy's walked in from the side door. He gave a few instructions to the others and then sat in Jimmy's seat.

Shiler's expression was calm from beginning to end. When accepting the interrogation, he answered all questions truthfully, without making any self-defense, nor showing any anger or grievance.

And during the confrontation between the two sides, Roman spoke first. He spoke eloquently, with intense emotions, constantly telling the audience how Shiler controlled and suppressed him, and abused him mentally.

He was vivid and detailed, and told many details, such as Shiler demanding him to kill for him by threatening not to pass his thesis or delaying his graduation.

Thomas's words were even more intense. He said his disfigurement was completely because Shiler mentally controlled him and demanded he self-harm, and after he bled for him, he still felt dissatisfied and demanded he do more.

The emotions of these two people were very real. By the end, they both started crying uncontrollably and screaming like crazy, looking just like two poor students who had suffered mental abuse.

"Don't embarrass me."

Shiler seemed to be a bit unable to bear it. He pressed one side of his eye with his finger and said, "Even fools like you can guess the correct answer by guessing, so why exactly..."

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

"Shut up."

When Shiler's gaze was cast over, Roman seemed to be choked by the throat and couldn't make a sound.

Shiler suddenly stood up from his seat. The security personnel on both sides put their hands on the guns at their waists.

Shiler raised his head high, his gaze stayed on everyone's face for a fraction of a second before he spoke:

"I originally thought that there wouldn't be anything in this world more painful than teaching someone who seems like they will never learn."

"But now, I find that no matter how failed a teaching career is, or how painful the teaching process is, it's still better than watching two complete fools here, using the exhaustion method to guess the answer."

"I said long ago that the exhaustion method is the worst method in the world, but some people can't even use this method."

When Shiler's words fell, Roman, Thomas, and Bruce sitting in the back row all stiffened.

Now, Bruce could at least confirm one thing: the Shiler in front of him was real, because there wouldn't be anyone else who could break everyone's defense with one sentence like this professor.

"Originally, I wanted to escape reality for a while, but facts have proven that I cannot let myself be refuted by such stupid fools, so..."

"... I oppose all their accusations." Shiler sat back in the chair and looked at the agent directly opposite him: "I have an alibi for every scene they described, and there are people who can prove that I am not like that for everything they accuse me of doing."

Sure enough, Shiler refuted the accusations made by Roman and Thomas one by one, leaving them speechless.

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

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

"To judge whether a professor is competent, besides his style of teaching theoretical knowledge in the classroom and the details of his daily interaction with students, the best method is to look at his own academic level and the academic level of his students."

"I think no one here would question Shiler 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 decent academic levels."

"Next, I will display several psychology papers created by students under the guidance of Professor Rodriguez."

"According to our investigation, in the four-year learning career, the student with the lowest GPA, the most absences, and the least ideal grades, Bruce Wayne, still created a psychology paper far superior to the psychology department paper requirements for undergraduate students issued by the American university education system."

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"This is enough to prove that Professor Shiler Rodriguez possesses an extremely high teaching level and is sufficiently concerned about the academic development of his students. So next, please circulate this paper..."

Shiler stood up with a "swish," raised one hand, and said loudly: "Wait! Don't move!"

"I plead guilty!"

Everyone looked at him in a daze.

"Wait a minute, Professor Rodriguez, are you saying that you want to admit to the accusations?"

Shiler shook his head slightly, but then Shiler said: "I don't admit to the so-called mental control and abuse accusations of these two fools, but I admit to murder and illegal imprisonment."

The sudden change in the situation stunned everyone on the scene.

In the spacious assembly hall, Shiler stood alone in the open front. When the voice of this professor sounded, everyone felt their hair stand on end.

"At this moment, inside this building, there is a corpse."

"Click, click, click," the sound of guns being loaded sounded one after another. Dust swirled around Shiler, seeing countless pitch-black gun barrels.

"That is the corpse of Agent Jimmy Andris, who was responsible for investigating me... That's right, I killed him." ===== CHAPTER 1172 =====