Chapter 3512 Research on Cats and Dogs (Sixty)

Schiller came to the police station. The one who received him was the male policeman who had met several times before, suspected to be Malafarke or Rong.

He held a stack of photos in his hand, which was exactly what Jodon had in his death.

"The blood sample has been sent for analysis." Schiller heard the police outside the door say, "It will take about the afternoon to get the result. If it really doesn't work, you have to borrow a forensic doctor from the city."

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

For some reason, Schiller did not have the feeling of being watched before, which proved that no one was reading his heart.

But this is not incomprehensible. Rong En wanted to live like a human being, and Malafark was worried that he would not easily use his spiritual abilities in front of his powerful brother. So they only used human means to investigate the case for the time being.

The policeman opposite asked Schiller for some details, such as when Yoton left home, how he left, what he was doing that night.

Schiller also answered one by one. Just as the conversation was getting better, the female policeman rushed in and said, "I've found Betty!"

"What?!" the male policeman stood up quickly and said, "Where is it? Where is she?"

"In the cellar of Yoton's house, we also found a lot of blood there, maybe her mother's. There were also some corpses, which looked like they had been two or three days..."

The policeman in the police station ran out huh. The policeman in front of Schiller hesitated for a moment and chose to stay.

The partner who had been with the female policeman knocked on the door and said to the policeman in front of Schiller: "John, this gentleman's daughter may know something, do you want to ask her?"

The policeman, known as John, pushed the door and walked out, returned a few minutes later, and told Schiller: "Your daughter may have seen the scene of Yoton going out to throw the body, or at least heard something."

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

John frowned deeply, staring at Shiller's expression as if he wanted to find the clues. But then, the name Schiller spitted out made his heart beat.

"Eisa's full name is Elizabeth Wayne. Her father is Bruce Wayne and her grandfather is Thomas Wayne."

John reached out to cover his forehead, pinched his temples with his middle finger and thumb and said, "You mean she is Bruce Wayne's daughter?"

"Yes. I'm a university professor at Mr. Wayne. He was on a business trip in the Metropolis recently, so he gave his daughter to me for care. To avoid trouble, I pretended to be her father."

"I confess this to you to remind you. If something happened to Elsa on the territory you are under your jurisdiction, your career may be over."

John's eyes became deeper, but he walked out of the door quickly and stopped his colleagues from asking Elsa for more.

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

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

"No." Schiller said, "I have neither the motivation to kill him nor the ability. Do you think I can defeat a farmer who may have a gun without any injury?"

"Little Yoton is not a farmer, and it is not impossible in the case of sneak attacks."

Schiller shook his head and said, "I still said the same thing, I don't have the motivation to do this. What's the benefit of killing him?"

Schiller was actually testing whether the policeman sitting in front of him was the same as the policeman who had gone to the backyard to talk to him.

Although they all look the same, it is possible that one is Malafarke and the other is Rong.

The policeman who was in the backyard before reminded him that Joton might be dangerous. If the person in front of him was talking, he could actually make up the motive for attending Shiler.

For example, Schiller realized the danger and wanted to leave, and Yoton stopped him and was then killed. This was possible.

But if he didn't mention this, it would prove that the policeman talking to the backyard was not him, then it could be Malafarke.

What made Schiller feel relieved was that John raised the possibility. He said: "I have warned you before that Joton may be in danger. You may have had a conflict with him and then killed him."

"It's possible. But if it's this sudden conflict, I can't subdue him quietly. This contradicts the sneak attack you had assumed before."

John also frowned, as if thinking about what was going on. But soon, the female police officer came back.

"Thank goodness, Betty is fine. She only had some scratches on her body, and there were no signs of sexual assault. And she said that it was Yoton who killed her mother. He tricked them into his house, then sneaked them from behind and killed her mother."

Schiller's face was calm because he had known this would be the case. Betty was obviously brainwashed by someone, so he only knew this kind of rhetoric. She said that to anyone who came. If she was not a professional, she would not have noticed the problem at all.

Schiller did not brainwash her, just to crucify the evidence of Jotun. Although this may be as good as Malafarke's wishes, it is harmless.

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

The matter of death is not big or small. However, the previous series of disappearances has caused panic. Now two more people have died, and even Wayne's daughter has been brought in. The police station will never explain if it does not find out any results.

"I checked you online," John said bluntly. "I heard that you are a famous psychologist and have a good academic research on criminal psychology."

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

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

Schiller lowered his eyes and placed his eyes on the stack of photos.

Yoton was placed flat on his back in the middle of the land, but the entire body was cut off.

His eyelids, nasal cartilage, lips, and the epidermis of his chest and abdominal cavity were stripped.

A bunch of wheat ears was inserted into his mouth, penetrated through his esophagus to his stomach, and pierced through the intestines all the way down. The other two bunches of wheat ears were placed horizontally and horizontally in front of his chest, forming a cross with the vertical wheat ears.

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

He lay in the middle of his wheat field in a very calm and sacred manner, so peaceful that he was not dead, but just taking a nap in the fields.

Schiller remained motionless, leaned against the back of the chair, just reached out and put the photo a little closer, and then whispered: "Funny."

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

"I mean, the murderer is interesting."

"……What's the meaning?"

"I think you know the cross, right?" Schiller continued without waiting for John to be impatient, "The cross consists 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 are brothers. Cain is a farmer and Abel is a shepherd. One day they offered sacrifices to God at the same time. God took Abel's offerings, but not Cain. Cain felt jealous and killed his younger brother Abel."

"The offering offered by Cain is a bunch of wheat ears." Schiller gently tapped the photo with his fingertips and said, "The murderer is comparing Jotun to Cain."

"What's the point?"

"Cain killed his brother because of jealousy, which was his most serious crime. The murderer compared Jotun to Cain, which was not aimless. He believed that Jotun had the same sin in him."

John seemed to suddenly remember something. He took a breath and then suddenly said, "You mean that Joton might have killed his brother, too?"

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

John was obviously choked, and then showed a thoughtful expression. Looking at his expression, Schiller knew that he had guessed correctly. The death of the youngest daughter of the Yoton family was inseparable from the little Yoton.

The police must have investigated something at that time, but they were blocked by the Yotons and his wife and were unable to convict them. John should be one of the insiders.

Standing at the table and thinking for more than ten seconds, John breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Thank you, professor. I've helped a lot."

After saying that, he quickly walked out. After hearing the voice, he should have contacted the Yotons and his wife.

Schiller could probably guess what happened back then. The Yotons and his wife may not have no idea what Yotons did. They did not convict the police, nor did they want to protect their sons, but rather to protect their reputation.

The more remote and poor the place is, the more feudal it is. The same is true in the United States. Many places in the United States are much more feudal than many people imagine, and are even completely religious.

Most of the United States are Protestants. Although Protestantism is called Protestantism, its openness is actually not as good as that of Catholics after the reform. They created the famous anti-abortion "Heartbeat Act".

In such places, fame is greater than everything. The killing of brothers and sisters is directly defined as original sin in the Bible. If it is spread, the family will not have to hang out here.

Sure enough, John seemed a little depressed when he came back. He shook his head gently and said, "No matter what Jotun has done, I'm afraid there is no way to pursue it. What we are going to discuss now is his death..."

"Is that?" Schiller stood up and walked to John and said, "When I first entered Yoton's house, he told me that he had a sister. He said that his sister was cute and that they had a good relationship..."

"Fart!" John suddenly shouted, "He has been taking Catherine to dangerous places! He almost drowned once!"

"It seems he lied to me." Schiller lowered his eyes, then looked up at John and said, "Since you know, why don't you stop it? Mr. Police?"

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

"Because you didn't stop, Catherine died. Because you couldn't investigate, Betty almost died. If Yoton hadn't been killed, maybe Elsa would have died."

"Do you want this? John? You are a policeman to see these innocent girls die one after another? Do you have daughters? If you have one, can you watch them die like this?"
Chapter completed!