The American interrogation expert once said a very interesting sentence. The general meaning of this sentence is that every criminal will carry a turtle shell when being interrogated. They use the turtle shell to resist it, but they are not policemen, but retaliation after they reveal the truth, standing behind the police or being known to be a betrayer. Therefore, the first thing the interrogator needs to do is smash the turtle shell, which means causing the criminal to collapse psychologically.

This is breaking through the psychological defense line.

However, the method of breaking through the psychological defense line is completely different from that of forced demolition. There are few violent interrogations in American dramas. They usually talk. They don’t slam the table and stare at the same time. They yell at the situation of "FUCK" holding the iron and shouting "You - Mom, please give me a trick." They usually talk first, about family matters, which church you are in, do you have any beautiful lovers, have you done it before, even the police will laugh after hearing it. Although it is not very moral, it sounds very pleasant.

This is not a turnaround, nor is it a sudden answer to you when the criminal is negligent. It is a test to test how hard the criminal's turtle shell is. Only when this test gets the standard answer can the interrogator's heavy punch attack.

He naturally knew this method on weekends. Not only did he know, he was also a master, but he just didn't follow this routine, because he had not opened his trump card until now.

His method is much simpler than this round-trip test method, which is to constantly superimpose it. He believes in the "turtle shell" theory of the US police, but he never believes that a tortoise shell that can only bear pressure of 100 kilograms can withstand weights from ten kilograms to twenty kilograms, and even believes that when superimposed to fifty kilograms, the tortoise shell will be completely crushed.

"You ask to see your lawyer?"

In the toilet, I looked at the black man in front of me on weekends, playing with what I took from Christina. I was supposed to go home to give it to my child, but after the case of absurdity, killing, and forgetting the purple light outside the sky: "What do you think the lawyer can help you? Can he explain the origin of the blood? Or should you explain why you should clean up everything except the remaining drop of blood?"

"I don't want to talk to you, no one can tell me if the lawyer is not present."

Faced with the eagerness of black people, the weekend began to increase its investment: "If I were you, I would never expect a lawyer to save anyone."

In fact, there is another very famous saying in the prison in the Los Angeles City Prison, a gangster holy place in the United States. This sentence means that if you are already sitting in the interrogation room of the police station and want to keep secrets, you must remember three points: First, you have the right to remain silent; second, wait until the lawyer arrives and speaks; third, imagine that the wall says, "You have the right to remain silent, and the right to ask the lawyer to be present to answer questions."

This is a very interesting phenomenon. The US government has the FBI, DEA, police station, gun administration, etc. to study, crack down, analyze, and curb the illegal and criminal activities, and the solution developed by the institutions that have developed is to send all the bad people to prison, which is equivalent to helping the bad people establish a low-education-based state machine research institution. Otherwise, we can also expect these prisoners to study in bed after experiencing heavy physical labor in prisons with lack of entertainment facilities? They are not just picking up soap.

"Now you're becoming a social worker again? Mr. Police?"

The weekend will never follow the prisoner's words unless there is a strong counterattack: "Kerry, what would you do if you move to a new home and find the floor in the toilet full of filth?"

Christina was stunned by the question, and she had to cooperate with the weekend interrogation at this moment, so she could only tell the truth: "Wait with water and rush into the sewer, saving time, effort and trouble."

"THAT'S-RIGHT!" Christina praised her over the weekend, turned her head and said to the black man sitting next to the toilet: "This is a mother who needs to raise two children. She has to fight wits and courage with you guys every day at the police station, and she has to fight with her two children when she gets home. Doing housework becomes the only environment that can allow laziness to grow freely. Therefore, our female policewoman will choose the most convenient way and will never consider whether it will be more troublesome if the sewer is blocked."

"YE." Christina replied: "If the sewer is blocked, just find a worker to pass through. Anyway, my life is already very poor. The difference between a thirty dollar or a thirty dollar is just a small amount of jam on the bread."

He asked on the weekend when he reached out and patted the black man on his shoulder, "Where are you?"

He didn't let the black man answer: "You are a gang member and have never worked. Your job is to sit here and play cards. Seeing the girls sweating heavily on the bed, then take out some of them from their flesh and blood, at most..." On the weekend, he stretched out a finger as if he was about to point out the topic: "At most people deal with clients who have disputes with prostitutes - women. I believe this is very rare, after all, this is a wealthy area."

"What the hell are you talking about?" The black man was stunned by the weekend.

"Don't understand yet?" Christina said as she understood, "He said you're lazy!"

"That's right." The weekend then explained: "You don't have to earn more than a dozen dollars that you can get in one hour. Inertia can grow freely. In this situation without any restraint to fight inertia, you have to deal with such a complicated scene..." The weekend left a suspense ending and immediately jumped into another conversation.

"Now let me guess how you cleaned these bloodstains." The weekend question was: "The way you deal with these bloodstains should be to use water to rush all the blood into the sewer..."

Christina cleverly matched, "I happened to see a floor drain."

Continue to follow up on the weekend: "I guess you are just lazy to connect a pipe to the faucet of the washbasin. If the shower spray is long enough, you are too lazy to connect the pipe."

"When you rush the blood into the sewer, use chemical detergent to clean the floor, corners, gaps between the tiles and tiles."

"What do you think you forgot?"

The black man suddenly looked down at the floor drain!

The blood will not only attach to the floor, but also to the sewer pipe in the floor drain when it enters the sewer!!

This heavy blow directly hit the black man's turtle shell and completely exposed his body.

"You are lazy, you have never thought that this is the consequence of being a gangster. Even if you encounter such impossible perfunctory things, you will habitually focus on the floor and forget the most critical link." After reaching out to pinch the floor drain cover on the weekend, Christina suddenly took out her gun and pointed it at the black man again. She was afraid that the other party would run away, and she was even more convinced that she would get something on the weekend: "Give me the purple light." At this time, the voice of the weekend came.

The moment Christina threw the purple light over, she took the purple light and shone it down the floor drain on the weekend...

Bang.

At that moment, the weekend was shocked!

The floor drain pipe is surrounded by fluorescence reactions of blood, which means that a large amount of blood is flowing through the pipe. The blood is heavier than water and will adhere to the pipe during the flow. If the blood volume is small, there will be only one blood trace in the pipe, which will definitely not hang around the entire pipe. These guys must have washed the blood on the ground with water and started to brush the floor. At that time, they just aimed the water pipe at the floor drain and rinsed it with chemical detergent for a few minutes, and all the clues would disappear without a trace.

"The moment you decide to take risks, you are destined to be secret. You violate the law of traces of nature, so there is no such thing as the saying "There is no flying in this world that does not need to resist gravity." Brother, I am admiring you for the impossible spirit."

The black man became decadent, and he lowered his head and didn't speak, which was completely inconsistent with the state he had been staring at when he was just explaining on the weekend.

"Hey, tell me what the hell is going on."

The black man sat on the ground holding his knees with his hands, and spoke without making a sound for two consecutive times. Finally, when he spoke for the third time, he said, "I can't say it."

"Why?"

Christina finally knew why her status was getting lower and lower in front of the weekend. The man in front of her could deduce a posture from a drop of blood, and then discover the oil in her hair. Finally, using these and the gangster characters to infer that a large amount of blood in the sewer was found. This is a complete and evidence-supported case deduction. The black man was not refuting but saying "can't say it" to prove that the defense line was completely collapsed.

This guy, this guy... he is going to commit a crime, who will stop him?

The black man looked at Christina with his eyes, but answered the weekend in words: "Your name is Christina, right? Then you must know J. Do you know, he is dead."

"Impossible!" Christina completely disbelief: "I just released him from the police station yesterday."

Asked on the weekend, you mean, "Is the person who died in this toilet J?"

"No." The black man was very depressed, saying like everyone in the police station who explained the case: "Other people outside were circulating J to the police. He was killed by his father. This is the priest's place. What do you expect me to tell you? He has been living in this small town for the rest of his life. He has never been in the cave (prison) for three years at the age of 21."

"Do you want me to have the same fate as J?"

"Even if you can convict me now, I won't say anything, and my family might be safe."

Christina and Zhouzhang looked at each other and they felt that they were being violated. The informant was the police's private property. For the police, they could not give the informant good face or yell at them. If the informant was killed, it would be like someone slapped them directly in the face. The hot feeling was definitely not good even if there was no pain.

Christina said excitedly: "Have you thought it through?!THAT'S-SHIT (that pile of shit refers to evidence) is enough for us to prove that people have died here. As long as the person who died based on the missing person is found, you can prosecuted for murder. Do you want to be charged with first-degree murder or second-degree murder?"

"The difference is that the sentence of second-degree murder is six years to reduce the sentence, and the sentence of first-degree murder is at least twenty years. In Texas, it may also be the death penalty." The weekend asked for a supplement: "What's more, you can't escape at all. Based on the existing evidence, we can arrest you."

Christina, who wanted to solve this matter quickly, made a fool of herself: "Zhou, I have a bad premonition. He is just a gangster. Why didn't he say a word under such a huge pressure? What exactly can make this guy hide it to this level? He is not the murderer who killed Derek's biological son, right?"

If the black man hadn't been stunned by a set of punches before the weekend, he would have ignored Christina's questions. The house no longer had the smell of chemical detergent, and even the newly painted walls were completely dry. In terms of time, this happened at least a month ago. When did Derek's son die? Yesterday!

"You are right this time." Zhou undressed Christina's words and began to frame her together.

Fraudulent accusation of a suspect during interrogation is not to be used as an effective confession. The purpose of interrogation experts is to let you speak, whether it is arguing or denying, when you finish talking nonsense, the lies are exposed, and the rest is what they want. At this time, just open your mouth and don’t expect to stop. The other party will constantly stimulate you, comfort you after stimulating you, and then scare you, comfort you, and comfort you. Only when you tell the real answer will they give up.

The black man yelled and said, "It's not what you think! Any gangster who doesn't know Charlie, the second-generation ancestor of Montek who has only hooked up with women all day long? Two days ago, he walked out of this swagger two days ago. Our regular customer even greeted Charlie. I have his phone number and the girl accompanying Charlie can prove that Charlie was still alive when he left, without any harm, and had not passed through the damn toilet!"

"Then he - mom - who is the one who died here!!" On the weekend, I decided to stimulate him when the black man was irrational: "Anyway, you know that the police chief's son is dead. At this time, you can give you to him. Do you guess he will solve the case little by little or just shoot him directly and find a legal reason to put it on your head in the future?"

"OK! OK! It's Webbe, the weapon dealer who hides in the corner all day long!" The black man must say that he didn't want to take any responsibility for Charlie's death.

The status of blacks in the United States is very interesting. They always think they are discriminated against. When they see the police, they will say "framed" and when they go to the media, they will ask about "bad treatment of blacks". Gradually, the police formed an image in the minds of the gangsters that can only frame them, and this image is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

"Now your family is not important at all, HUH?"

...

Police Department.

When I drove to the police station door on the weekend, parked the car and walked into the police station, Old Aiwald was the first to greet him.

"Where are Zhou, Kerry, Heisenberg and Joey? Didn't you tell the station to go on the mission together?"

"They..." Before the weekend could finish speaking, I saw Edward holding a notice-type thing in his hand: "What is this?"

"Bonus." He continued: "The tyrant has endured it to the limit. In the past 24 hours, neither the FBI nor the town police station have been able to provide him any help. Derek has begun to offer a public reward. Those who can provide important clues will be rewarded $10,000; those who find out that Charlie was killed in the first case will be rewarded $30,000; those who can catch the murderer and be convicted, or those who can indirectly help catch the murderer and be convicted will be rewarded $50,000."

Looking at the reward over the weekend, I asked, "It's right at our police station?"

"Of course not, it's the entire Montek, you can receive this reward regardless of your identity."

"Where does our bureau have so much money?"

"Drek paid out of his own pocket this time."

bass.

I heard this on the weekend and rushed towards the second floor.

Old Aiwald said to his back at the weekend without anyone saying 'THANK-YOU' to him: "WELCOME!"

bump.

On the second floor, I didn’t have time to knock on the door at all. I rushed in very eagerly and said, “Director, I have a major discovery.”

Derek was originally looking forward to the arrest of the murderer in Du Miu Nian's anger. The anger had reached the point where he had to suppress every moment. When he heard the loud noise at the door, he immediately wanted to tilt the overwhelming anger. He wanted to curse immediately. A sentence from the weekend made the director hold everything back and change it: "What did you find?"

On the weekend, something that has nothing to do with Charlie's case will probably be suspended soon. It just so happens that all this is related: "We found a new crime scene, but the crime scene has been destroyed. However, we know where the person who destroyed the crime scene hid the body and caught the person who destroyed the crime scene. According to our interrogation, the black man who destroyed the crime scene confessed that the deceased was a gun dealer, and his death was similar to Charlie, both of his feet were cut, and Charlie had been to him before he died."

Derek's eyes widened in an instant.

"Chief, there is only one problem left now."

“What’s the problem?”

"When we went in, we didn't follow the procedures. We just reported to the front desk and rushed in directly with a breaking hammer."

After several heavy breathing sessions, Derek asked, "Where is that?" He understood the importance of this crime scene too much. If the case could be a serial murder case, the breakthrough that Charlie could not find at the scene was likely to be found in the new scene.

"A...a prostitute controlled by a gangster - the yard."

"brothel?"

"Yes, it has been closed for two days and there is no record of being retrieved. From the archives, it is very clean. Uh, in Area A, Heisenberg and Joey also participated."

"Chou." Derek called out the weekend.

"Ah." answered on the weekend.

"You didn't break into that prostitute's house illegally, and it would never be possible for anyone in the Montek police station to do such a thing." Derek thought for a moment and said, "We merged you and the patrol officers in the District A to deal with this prostitute's house after several consecutive reports, but they had already closed down when we rushed in."

"In addition, tell Aihuad and ask him to think about it carefully. Do you often call in these days unknown calls? Maybe those who make mistakes and hang up after a short time of connection are all reported to the brothel. This old guy always makes such mistakes when he is old."

Derek finally said very cautiously: "Go tell Edward, there is no next time." Everyone could hear it, and this was not for Edward to listen to.
Chapter completed!