Chapter 2544: Rustling Down (Part 39)

"Oh, is that so? Within a second after he took my letters and left, I should have picked up my phone and called the police, saying he was missing. Will you promise me that after I did that, you wouldn't call a mental hospital?"

Sivana saw the change in Shiler and hurriedly mediated in the middle, saying, "Officer, you can't be so aggressive. Professor Shiler has nothing to do with these cases. He's just a bit unlucky and happened to run into..."

"I don't think there are so many 'happen to'..."

Sivana wanted to say something else, but was forced back by Shiler's death stare. Shiler, who had abandoned his disguise, sighed, crossed one leg over the other, stared at Clay, and said:

"I have to say, Agent, your disguise is too poor. Such leading questioning is a tactic only agents would take; police officers wouldn't do this."

"Because the unprofessional agent training your superior arranged for you never tells you that agents are gods flying around in the sky. You are only responsible to your superiors, you are only responsible for getting the results your superiors want from the interrogation subjects, and if anything goes wrong, your superiors take the blame."

"There is an invisible rule in your system, which is that bottom-level agents do not exist; they are invisible people. Whoever makes the decision is responsible, and the executor bears no responsibility."

"No superior will push you out to take the blame because others are dissatisfied with the interrogation results, because everyone among you knows that you are just guns."

"But police officers are people walking on the ground. The police system is much more complex than you imagine. Bottom-level police officers, besides needing to figure out the truth, also need to appease the public, deal with reporters, and even curry favor with those who might threaten their superiors' jobs."

"Because if they don't do this, they might lose their jobs, have no wages, and then starve to death. They might also offend their superiors and be kicked out of the main team, never having the possibility of promotion again, and might even be pointed at by thousands of people, having to run to another city in a sorry state."

"So their questioning is not that simple at all. They need to appease the emotions of the person being questioned first, let them calm down, then express that this is their duty, let the other party not blame them, and then ask from the clues of physical evidence, because this is easier to ask for the next step of direction and easier to hand in."

"Instead of like you, imposing a specific fact you conceived in your mind on me, using leading questioning to make me say the answer you want to get."

"The reason you do this is because you have always done this in the agent's system. Your superior will tell you what answer he wants before the interrogation begins, and then you take this answer as the result, take the previous clues as the process, and string together a story you want in your mind."

"And facing the person being interrogated, the only work you need to do is to try every means to guide the other side to say the story you envisioned."

Clay felt the change in Shiler's gaze. He felt like a fish being skinned, with his internal organs and bones clearly visible in the eyes of the man opposite him.

"Your superior gave you an answer about me, and you also found clues in these murder cases, so you made up a story about me."

"I am a serial killer hiding in the community. When I first moved here, I met the postman again. Because I heard the postman complaining about me sending so many letters, I had the intention to kill him."

"When he came to collect the letters, I told him that there would be things to send later, let him come over, and used high tips to lure him, letting him come to my house later."

"I cruelly killed him in my house, dismembered him, and hid him. But I didn't expect that Mr. Piero, who was closer to the post office, witnessed the postman in the yard. He was the only one who knew that the postman came to my house at night."

"When he greeted me the next morning, he unfortunately leaked this news. I knew this would make the police lock me as the only suspect, so I had to kill him."

"But I had already hidden a corpse in my house. If there was another one, the rich smell would soon attract the police. I am an old hand; I wouldn't make such a low-level mistake, so I decided to frame Mr. Piero's death on someone else."

"But I hadn't moved here long, and I knew almost nothing about the living habits of other residents. There was only one acquaintance in this community, Principal Sivana. I knew he often worked overtime until late at night, so he would get up very late in the morning and wouldn't be active in the room at this time."

"My relationship with this gentleman is also not good, just like I had friction with the previous principal of Gotham University, or I didn't hope this school had a principal at all. If I could use this corpse to make the other party get out, it would be better."

"But I knew that if I just went over to throw the corpse, it would be easy to be discovered by the other party, and it would be easy to be remembered by the other party for my physical characteristics, so I taught my niece to put on loose clothes and use her flexible skills to climb over the back wall and throw the corpse's bag over."

"And I drove to the post office to listen to the views of people in the post office about the postman's disappearance. At the same time, I guessed that they would call the police, so I could find a way to extend the time of filing the case, such as saying 'Yesterday I saw the postman was tired and his mood was not very good' and so on. This could mislead the postman's colleagues and the police, making them feel that the postman was just skipping work to rest, extending the search time."

"After ensuring that there was no problem there, I drove back again, pretending to be a completely innocent victim, walking back to you without any scruples. As a perverted murderer, I watched you being played around by me and secretly happy..."

Shiler didn't care about the silent atmosphere in the room and the shocked gazes of the new police officers gathered at the door or in the room, and continued:

"You asked me if I had seen the postman. If I said yes, you would then ask what our relationship was. If I said he collected a lot of letters from me, you could ask about his state at that time. Even if I said his state was very good, you would say that I added so much workload to him, he couldn't have no complaints at all..."

"Then you could logically guide the topic to whether I am a person who can tolerate others' bad attitude toward me. The fact is of course that I can't. Even if you ask all my colleagues and friends, you will definitely not be able to conclude that I am a gentle person. All you can get is that my temper is bad."

"In this way, you perfectly deduced my motive, because the postman was rude to me, so I, this mentally disordered perverted lunatic, had to kill him."

"The method is even easier to deduce. I wove a perfect human skin for myself: a successful university professor, rich enough to afford a luxury villa, knowing a group of celebrities like Bruce Wayne, and enjoying a reputation in the academic world."

"And I wear a suit and leather shoes every day, making people recognize at a glance that I am a person with a very high social status. This way, I won't be suspected when entering and leaving any occasion, and I won't be suspected by the postman."

"So I have plenty of opportunities to trick him into my house, take advantage of his complete lack of attention, hit him with any blunt object, then cut his corpse at will, and calmly go to various occasions to throw the corpse."

"Or this is not enough, you need to make me more perverted. I didn't throw his corpse away..."

Shiler stood up while talking, walked to the refrigerator, stood in front of the refrigerator, turned his head to look at the old police officer at the door and said, "Excuse me, can you help me lift this thing up? Anyway, you are standing there, and you were originally planning to come over and reveal the truth at his command."

The old police officer didn't seem surprised. He walked to Shiler's side and waved at the other young police officers. Clay opened his eyes slightly and stared at him, saying, "What are you doing?! You need to obey my orders!"

"Look, it's like this again." Shiler showed a sneer and said, "Listening to the opinions of suspects or bystanders has never been within your scope of duty, but police officers must do this, otherwise they will receive complaints and have their wages deducted."

"The police under Gordon are especially like this. They spent unimaginable energy to establish their prestige in this city of sin. The police who can stay until today never just listen to whose orders. They are the guardians of this city and its citizens."

Under the joint efforts of several police officers, the heavy, huge refrigerator was lifted. The moment it was lifted, the door of the freezer layer fell off, and one of the drawers opened halfway.

Inside was half a human arm.

At this time, the police from the evidence section walked in. Although he didn't understand what was going on with the weird and serious atmosphere in the room, he still reported diligently: "Chief, the corpse has been put together. Except for the missing scalp, fingers, and genitals, the right two-thirds of the forearm is also missing..."

Everyone's eyes fell on the half arm in the freezer of the refrigerator, which perfectly matched the police's description.

Clay stood up, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said, "Shiler, no matter what flowery language you use to argue, the physical evidence cannot be denied. I think you need..."

Sivana pushed him away with great strength, making Clay fall directly to the ground. The right eye of this bald man radiated bright light. He almost frantically knocked away several police officers and rushed to the front of the refrigerator.

Because in his vision, the freezer layer of the entire refrigerator was entrenched with incomparable huge evil power.

He reached out and pulled open the drawer where the arm was placed. Below the arm were frozen countless deep red meats, layered one after another, and in the deepest part of the drawer, Sivana saw a hoof.

The moment he pulled open the drawer, infinite purple energy could be released from this small refrigerator grille, almost filling the entire room and spreading outward.

The right eye became brighter and brighter, and the evil energy began to surge toward Sivana's right eye.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!!"

Sivana let out a scream, covered his eyes, knelt down, and curled up in pain.

And in the hazy vision between his fingers, he only saw the smile on Shiler's face, cold, malicious, with a childish innocence. ===== CHAPTER 2545 =====