Chapter 3501: A Study of Cats and Dogs (60)

Schiller arrived at the police station. The one receiving him was the male police officer he had seen a few times before, suspected to be Ma'alefa'ak or J'onn.

In his hand was a stack of photos, and the photos showed Tan Da's state of death.

"Blood samples have been sent for analysis," Schiller heard the police officer outside the door say, "It will probably take until the afternoon to get results. If it really doesn't work, we'll have to borrow a forensic doctor from the city."

Schiller knew that such a remote small town basically had no technical means. To find out the cause of Tan Da's death would take some time. Even criminal investigation technicians would have to be transferred from the city.

For some reason, Schiller didn't have the feeling of being spied on as before, which proved that no one was reading his mind.

But this is not incomprehensible. J'onn wants to live like a human, and Ma'alefa'ak is worried about exposing himself in front of his powerful brother, so he won't easily use his telepathic ability. So they are currently only using human means to investigate the case.

The police officer opposite asked Schiller for some detailed information, such as when Tan Da left home, how he left, what he was doing all night, and so on.

Schiller also answered one by one. And just as the conversation was entering a good state, the female police officer from before rushed in and said, "Found Betty!"

"What?!" The male police officer stood up quickly and said, "Where? Where is she?"

"In the cellar of Tan Da's house. We also found a lot of blood there, it might be her mother's. And some corpse water, it looks like it's been two or three days..."

The police in the police station ran out in a rush. And the police officer in front of Schiller hesitated, but chose to stay.

And the partner who followed the female police officer to duty knocked on the door and said to the police officer in front of Schiller, "John, this gentleman's daughter might know something, should we ask her?"

The police officer called John pushed the door and walked out, returning a few minutes later, and said to Schiller, "Your daughter might have seen Tan Da go out to dump the corpse, or at least heard something."

Schiller nodded, signaled John to close the door with his eyes, and then said, "I must confess to you, Officer. Aisha is not my biological daughter. In fact, she is the child of one of my students. You must have heard her biological father's name."

John frowned deeply, staring at Schiller's expression, seemingly wanting to find clues in it. But immediately after, the name Schiller spat out made his heart skip a beat.

"Aisha's full name is Elizabeth Wei En. Her father is Bruce Wei En, and her grandfather is Thomas Wei En."

John reached out to cover his forehead, while pinching his temples with his middle finger and thumb, saying, "You mean she is Bruce Wei En's daughter?"

"Yes. I am Mr. Wei En's university professor. He is on a business trip in Metropolis recently, so he handed his daughter to me to take care of. To avoid trouble, I pretended to be her father."

"I confess this to you because I want to remind you. If anything happens to Aisha on your turf, your career might be over."

John's gaze became deep, but he still walked out the door quickly, preventing his colleagues from asking Aisha more things.

After a while, he returned and sat down again. Schiller also sat opposite him.

"Does Tan Da's death have anything to do with you?"

"No," Schiller said, "I have neither the motive to kill him nor the ability. Do you think I could defeat a farm owner who might have a gun without being harmed?"

"Little Tan Da is not a farm owner, and it's not impossible in a sneak attack."

Schiller shook his head and said, "Still the same saying, I have no motive to do so. What good would it do me to kill him?"

Schiller was actually testing whether the police officer sitting in front of him and the police officer who went to the backyard to talk to him earlier were the same person.

Although they look the same, it is possible that one is Ma'alefa'ak and one is J'onn.

It was the police officer in the backyard who warned him that Tan Da might be dangerous. If the one talking was the one in front of him, then Schiller's motive could actually be fabricated.

For example, Schiller realized the danger and wanted to leave, Tan Da stopped him, and then was killed in return. This is possible.

But if he didn't mention this, it proves that the police officer who spoke in the backyard was not him, so it could be Ma'alefa'ak.

And what made Schiller feel relieved was that John raised this possibility. He said, "I warned you before that Tan Da might be dangerous. You might have had a conflict with him and then killed him."

"It is possible. But if it were such a sudden conflict, then I couldn't have subdued him silently. This contradicts the sneak attack you assumed earlier."

John also frowned, seemingly thinking about what was going on. However, soon, the female police officer returned.

"Thank God, Betty is fine. She only has some abrasions on her body, and no signs of sexual assault were found. And she said that Tan Da killed her mother. He tricked them into his house, then attacked from behind and killed her mother."

Schiller's expression was calm, because he had long known this would happen. Betty was obviously brainwashed by someone, and she would only say those few sentences. Whoever asked, she would say the same thing. If it weren't for a professional, they wouldn't be able to find the problem at all.

Schiller didn't lift the brainwashing for her, just to nail down Tan Da's evidence. Although this might also have fulfilled Ma'alefa'ak's wish, it was harmless.

John went out for a while, and when he came back, his expression looked a bit hesitant. Schiller knew he might have been under some external pressure.

The matter of a dead person is not big, but not small. But the previous serial missing persons cases had already made people panic. Now two more people have died, and even Wei En's daughter has been involved. If the police station doesn't find some results, it definitely won't be able to explain it.

"I looked you up online," John said bluntly, "I heard you are a famous psychologist and have studied criminal psychology."

"To be precise, it's psychoanalysis," Schiller said.

"I don't want to discuss any academic issues with you," John put a stack of photos in front of Schiller and said, "I want to know who the murderer is. Will he commit the crime again?"

Schiller lowered his eyelids and placed his gaze on the stack of photos.

Tan Da was laid flat in the center of the land, lying on his back, but the entire corpse had been peeled off a layer.

His eyelids, nasal cartilage, lips, and the epidermis of his chest and abdomen had all been peeled off.

A bundle of wheat ears was inserted from his mouth, penetrated through the esophagus to the stomach, and pierced through the intestines all the way down. Another two bundles of wheat ears were placed horizontally on his chest, forming a cross with the vertical wheat ears.

His hands were also placed on his chest, and his palms were cut off and turned over. The horizontal wheat ears were placed on his palms, as if offering a gift to someone.

He lay in the center of his own wheat field in a very calm and sacred posture, peaceful as if he were not dead, but just taking a nap in the field.

Schiller's body didn't move, leaning against the back of the chair, just stretched out his hand to put the photos a little closer, and then whispered, "Interesting."

"What did you say?" John's tone was slightly dissatisfied.

"I mean, the murderer is interesting."

"... What do you mean?"

"I think you know the cross, right?" Without waiting for John to be impatient, Schiller continued, "A cross made of wheat ears. This is a typical Christian metaphor. The meaning of wheat ears is diverse, but if combined with body movements, I think it represents 'Cain'."

"What?"

"Cain and Abel were brothers. Cain was a farmer, and Abel was a shepherd. One day they simultaneously offered sacrifices to God. God accepted Abel's sacrifice, but did not accept Cain's. Cain felt jealous, so he killed his brother Abel."

"The sacrifice Cain offered was a bundle of wheat ears," Schiller tapped the photo with his fingertips and said, "The murderer is comparing Tan Da to Cain."

"What is the significance of this?"

"Cain killed his brother because of jealousy; this is his most significant crime. The murderer comparing Tan Da to Cain is not without a target. He believes that Tan Da has the same crime."

John seemed to suddenly remember something. He took half a breath first, then suddenly said, "You mean Tan Da might have also killed his brother?"

And Schiller suddenly looked at him and said, "You should know this better than me, because you are the police officer."

John was obviously choked, and then showed a thoughtful expression. And looking at his expression, Schiller knew he had guessed right. The death of Tan Da's younger sister had something to do with little Tan Da.

At that time, the police must have investigated something, but under the obstruction of Tan Da's parents, they couldn't convict him. And John should be one of the insiders.

Standing in front of the desk thinking for ten seconds, John let out a long sigh, then said, "Thank you, Professor. You've been a big help."

After speaking, he walked out quickly. Listening to the sound afterward, he should have gone to contact Tan Da's parents.

Schiller could roughly guess what happened back then. Tan Da's parents might not have been unaware of what little Tan Da did; they didn't let the police convict him, and it wasn't entirely to protect their son, but more to protect their reputation.

The more remote and poor the place, the more feudal it is. The United States is the same. Many places in the United States are much more feudal than many people imagine, and are completely a one-word hall of religion.

Most of the United States are Protestants. Don't look at the name Protestant, but in fact, the degree of openness is not as good as Catholicism after the reform. The famous anti-abortion "heartbeat bill" was created by them.

In such a place, reputation is everything. Things like brothers and sisters killing each other are directly defined as original sin in the Bible. If it spreads, this family doesn't have to mix here.

Sure enough, when John came back, he looked a bit frustrated. He shook his head lightly and said, "Regardless of what Tan Da once did, I'm afraid it can't be pursued. What we need to discuss now is his death..."

"Is that so?" Schiller stood up and walked to John and said, "When I first entered Tan Da's house, he told me, he said he had a younger sister. He said his younger sister was very cute, and the two of them had a very good relationship..."

"Fart!" John suddenly roared, "He always took Catherine to dangerous places! Once he almost caused her to drown!"

"It seems he lied to me," Schiller lowered his eyelids, then raised his eyes to look at John and said, "Since you know, why didn't you stop it? Officer?"

His voice was very low, but it seemed like every word knocked directly on John's heart.

"Because you didn't stop it, Catherine died. Because you couldn't investigate further, Betty almost died too. If Tan Da hadn't been killed, perhaps Aisha would have died too."

"Is this what you want? John? You became a police officer just to watch these innocent girls die one by one? Do you have a daughter? If you do, can you watch them die like this?"

"Enough!"

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