Chapter 162 Observing the trial


Chapter 162: Observing the interrogation

“I’m just an insurance seller”

Jack defended weakly, feeling dumbfounded in his heart. Justin is becoming more and more like a normal person now and has learned to play pranks. It's a joke.

The female police officer’s impression of the guy in front of her dropped sharply, “Are you selling pension insurance to an old woman in her 60s or 70s?”

“You must know that the number of centenarians in our country is getting more and more. There are more and more people coming, and the problem of abuse in nursing homes is frequent." Jack began to talk seriously.

The female police officer glared at him angrily, turned to Finlay and asked, "Do you want me to put him in the detention room?"

Finlay shook his head, "I still have some questions to ask. Leave it to me." After saying that, he reached for the file printed by the female police officer and escorted Jack towards the conference room.

This small town police station does not have a dedicated interrogation room, only two conference rooms, one large and one small, separated by wooden wall panels. Finlay opened the small one, led Jack inside, and faced The partition wall nuzzled, indicating that he could listen here, and then went to the next door with the file.

Sure enough, Jack was sitting on the chair and clearly heard the sound of opening and closing the door next door, followed by Finlay's self-introduction.

"I'm Inspector Oscar Finlay and I'm going to ask you some questions. I know you've been informed of your rights, so you know you're not obligated to answer."

There was only silence in response to his awkward opening remarks.

Finley snorted lightly and continued.

“The body was found in the grass next to the highway, near an overpass, and was covered by a crushed cardboard box.”

“The deceased was running and shot in the head Gun, no identification on the body, our coroner is verifying the identity of the deceased through fingerprints"

"Shot from a long distance, 9X39 mm bullet, no shell casing found."

"The victim was a male, in his 30s, of medium build. He was severely beaten after death. Do you know who this person was?"

"How did he die?"

The response to Finlay was still endless silence.

"Well, it was fun talking to you and I don't want to waste the rest of my afternoon, maybe your court appointed attorney can get you to talk."

Jack heard someone stand up The chair was pushed backwards and the friction sound on the floor probably meant that Finlay finally lost his patience and planned to end this ineffective communication.

Just when Jack heard the sound of turning the doorknob, a strange male voice suddenly appeared next door, deep and powerful, with a bit of resonance, "I don't need a lawyer."

Then came Finlay. He teased: "Listen, did he speak?"

"He only spoke when he wanted to." Reacher also used the third person in his answer.

"Why don't you need a lawyer?" There was another sound of the chair being pushed, and it was probably Finlay sitting back again.

"Because I didn't kill anyone." Reacher paused and then continued.

"At least not recently, and not in this town."

Finlay seemed a little speechless. Jack couldn't see his expression, but he thought he didn't look much better at the moment. Then there was the sound of paper being turned over, and after a while, the detective's voice continued.

"Jack Reacher, both parents are dead, and he has a brother who is two years older - Joey, you are a veteran and once led the 'Army Military Police Unit 110 Special Investigation Team' , so you are still a military policeman?"

Finlay Then read the information, "You killed several people during your mission, but the military court investigation later ruled that it was a legitimate act. So, if I think the man sitting in front of me is a well-trained killing machine, Do you know what that would be like?”

"Your guess is not wrong, but this murder has nothing to do with me. From your description, there are at least three perpetrators."

Hearing Reacher begin to analyze the case, Jack next door also smiled on his face , there is a kind of sympathy between colleagues.

“Shooting from a long distance, one shot is fatal, so the person who fired the shot was a good shooter. The 9X39mm bullet was a subsonic gun produced by the former Soviet Union. I guess it was a VSS. It comes with a silencer, which is efficient and silent. This man is not a novice, because he picked up the bullet casing. "Okay, please continue." Finlay seemed to think that Reacher was right. reason.

"The second person is a manic patient who beats corpses. His brain is not normal. This is inconsistent with the logic of the professional gunman's behavior."

"The third person was introverted and had a certain amount of sympathy, so he grabbed some things and covered the body because the manic person would not do such unnecessary things, and the gunman was rigorous in doing things and would not do anything casually. Cover people with cardboard boxes.”

Jack nodded frequently. Although this was a simple psychological profile, it made people feel uncomfortable when he thought that these words came from a big guy who weighed more than 230 pounds. He has a strong sense of peacekeeping, and it seems that ordinary people will have a prejudice. People who have muscles must also have muscles in their brains and are not good at thinking.

Finlay also seemed to think that what Reacher said made sense, "Your guess is very interesting, but someone saw a person walking near the place where the body was abandoned today. His body shape matched the description of you. You know This is a small town, and there are not many people of your size.”

“That person is me. I got off the long-distance bus this morning and walked all the way.”

“But the long-distance bus does not stop at Margrave.” Blind Sheng caught Hua Dian.

"I didn't say that the long-distance bus stopped at Margrave. The driver showed me a favor and made an exception." Reacher was a little angry.

Jack felt that Finlay wanted to deliberately provoke Reacher to test, and he was secretly amused. This guy hadn't figured out the situation yet. The big guy opposite him not only far exceeded him in physique, but also had an IQ.

The two then had a boring exchange about the purpose of Reacher coming to Margrave. Reacher said that he came here purely on a whim, and just wanted to know about a late blues singer-Blind Bray. gram.

Finlay said this is unreasonable. A homeless man put more than 200 yuan in his pocket and traveled hundreds of kilometers to this remote town just to get to know a deceased black blues singer?

Well, at this time, Reacher's image in his mind has been fixed as an idle homeless man, or even better, a veteran with mental problems caused by PTSD.

"Okay, the coroner concluded that the time of death was 12 o'clock last night. If I can confirm that you were on the coach at this time, you will be cleared of suspicion, but before that, you must be locked up."

Finley finally lost his patience and was not going to listen to Reacher.

“Do you know what this means?”

Retcher’s voice was a little lost, “This means that I have to stay here for a while. Applying for a search warrant takes time, too That's terrible."

Finley stood up simply, with a bit of schadenfreude in his tone, "I'm sorry, the law requires a search warrant. Come on, I'll take you to the detention room."

(End of this chapter)

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