Chapter 158: The Trolley Problem: After all, all the victims before you died...
"Unfortunately, that's not for you to decide."
A cold voice rang out along with the crisp sound of leather shoes.
Kim Bonnar came over.
His white hair was meticulously combed back and held in place with gel, and his gray-blue eyes looked at Jess without emotion.
For some reason, Jess, who could be so sharp-tongued even in front of the blonde policewoman, felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over her in front of those eyes, and her arrogance was instantly extinguished.
But she still stiffened her neck, raised her head, and looked at the strange man: "Who are you?"
The man ignored her.
He turned to Judy Stelling and made his request to his nominal colleague: "I need to speak to Miss White alone."
After a pause, he emphasized: "Alone."
Judy looked at the busy staff not far away and understood what her colleague meant: he not only wanted her to give up her seat to him, but also wanted a separate space to talk.
She thought about it and decided that questioning the victim would be best left to a psychologist. So she stood up and patted her colleague on the shoulder. "Then you go ahead. The room next door is empty. But..."
"Get some rest, Jin. You look tired."
The man's dark circles were darker and his face was paler than usual.
Judy is genuinely concerned about the health—both physical and mental—of her colleagues.
Jin nodded.
Jessie White felt something was wrong and asked loudly, "Who are you?"
Sensing that Judy seemed to be leaving, she hurriedly said, "I'm scared. I don't want to be alone with you..."
Judy Stelling stopped dead in her tracks.
It suddenly occurred to her that this Miss Jessie had just come out of the basement and had been tortured by an adult man for three days.
Would leaving her alone with another grown man now cause her further psychological trauma?
Jin wouldn't have thought of this, right?
She cast a questioning look at Jin.
As a result, the white-haired man spoke directly, blocking the rest of Jie Qian's words in his throat: "Lin Xi asked me to come."
Lin Xi... The Japanese pronunciation of this name is actually not too difficult. Jessie White didn't understand why the man told her a code name.
But she liked that code name.
One day, she will also give herself a numerical code.
She looked at the man again.
As expected, he was someone Eleven knew. No wonder he exuded a...
The breath of a predator.
Jie Qian suppressed her deliberate panic and regained her composure. "Okay then."
Judy gave her colleague a complicated look.
How could she not know that Miss Lin had asked Jin to contact Jessie White?
This guy probably made it up.
However, this girl didn't seem to have any psychological trauma towards adult men, so she didn't bother him anymore.
.
Half a minute later, inside the room.
"Eleven, do you have anything to tell me?" The woman sat at the table with her hands folded, looking very calm.
But her right thumb was unconsciously rubbing the back of her left hand, a small movement that would not have escaped Jin's eyes.
She's nervous, Jin thought indifferently.
He didn't answer Jess's question, but just stared at her.
The look was so condescending and inhuman that it gave Jessie goosebumps all over her body.
"What are you looking at?"
Jess stuttered.
After a while, the white-haired man spoke.
To Jess's surprise, he didn't ask her about the dead Ripper, but instead said:
"Ms. White, please describe in detail what happened after you and Ms. Lin were trapped in the glass device."
Jess: “…didn’t she tell you?”
The "she" here refers to Lin Xi.
The white-haired man said, "We need two confessions. After all, the victims before you are all dead. If we want to make the file thicker, we have to prepare a few more."
For a moment, Jess wasn't sure if this was a joke.
If so, then this joke is too hellish.
She hesitated and said, "Well, after being locked in, the valve above was opened after a while."
"The device started taking on water. We were slowly being submerged—"
Jin interrupted her: "During this process, did you notice any noteworthy behavior from Miss Lin?"
Jess was stunned for a moment.
Jin stared into her eyes and said slowly, "For example, using an inconspicuous little device to communicate with the outside world?"
An inconspicuous little device?
Jess thought of the communicator in the girl's ear and her "friend in the ear."
It is known that the girl had denied that she was in cahoots with the police.
It is also known that the person in front of him is either a police officer or an FBI agent.
The question this person asked now clearly showed that he was suspicious of Eleven... but he knew Eleven...
So how should she answer?
Should I hide the fact that I had communicated with other people from Eleven, or answer truthfully?
Jessie White's eyes were blank, her mind racing.
In short, her CPU burned out.
Her mouth opened. "Sorry, I don't know."
This is the answer that is least likely to go wrong.
Anyway, the basement is so dimly lit and Miss Lin is so smart, it's normal for her to hide something from me, right?
Jin didn't comment on her vague answer: "...Go on."
Jess took a breath.
This conversation made her more nervous than she had expected.
"...Then the water filled up. Miss Lin and I were both submerged. Then, after a long time, when I was about to lose my breath, the glass suddenly broke."
"Was it broken by Miss Lin?" Jin asked.
Jie Qian hesitated for a moment and continued to answer: "I don't know...but I saw Miss Lin kicking the glass with her shoes."
It's because the glass is too fragile, it's definitely not because Miss Lin has extraordinary strength.
"Then, Miss Lin dragged me out of the basement."
Kim: "Didn't the Ripper stop you?"
Jessie: ...
It was blocked, why wasn’t it blocked?
The result of blocking is to fall into the basement with a pile of iron sheets.
She racked her brains. "He...the basement stairs were made of rotten iron. He stepped on them and they collapsed along with him."
"I didn't see what happened to him afterwards because Miss Lin pulled me up."
Thinking of the sudden sunlight she had seen not long ago, even now, Jie Qian's nose still felt sore, and her tone was filled with tears of sincerity: "I didn't dare to look back... Miss Lin kept pulling me forward, and I didn't know what happened."
"It wasn't until I escaped and was sent here by you that I learned that Jack... Jack died in the basement."
King nodded and asked calmly, "What role do you think she played in the Ripper's death?"
Jessie: ...
She didn't dare to say it, she really didn't dare to say it.
In fact, she felt that although Eleven looked like the prey who had strayed into a trap, Mr. Jack should actually be the one.
Eleven seemed to be coming for Jack, and Jess White really suspected that the ground shaking at the end... was done by Eleven.
She seemed to be waiting for an opportunity, so she didn't break the glass or subdue Jack at the beginning.
"Ms. Lin was by my side when the explosion happened," Jie Qian said cautiously. "I was a little scared at the time, and she kept comforting me. I didn't see her do anything before she left."
"Besides, I have no idea why the explosion happened in the basement... I thought it was the police's job to figure that out?"
The implication is that if you don't know why the basement exploded and why Jack died, then go and investigate. What answers do you expect to get by asking the victims?
"Ms. White, we just need you to provide some 'relevance,'" Kim Bonnar said calmly, something that would have shocked Judy Stelling if she were present. "Ms. Lin's visa is a tourist visa. If there's a case requiring her cooperation, we can allow her to stay in the United States."
"Although Ms. Lin is currently an external consultant and technically my colleague, if she is suspected of having a direct connection to the suspect's death, we can change her from an external consultant to an observation subject," Jin said. "As for the position Ms. Lin promised you, it will of course remain the same—but if you provide crucial evidence, we can arrange a better position for you."
He looked at the stunned girl and waited patiently for her reply.
This time, Jessie White was silent longer than before.
Her mind was racing.
If she understood correctly... the FBI wanted her to admit that Eleven was related to Jack's death in exchange for... a better job?
What a joke! The cops were so cunning—the FBI was a cop, too. In Jess's opinion, just because a dog's pedigree was pure didn't mean it wasn't a dog.
Are they going to do something bad to Eleven?
But, but...a better position does sound tempting, if it's not just a blank check from the cops.
Moreover, if I didn't do what they wanted me to do, would it be...
You will also be...
After a while, Jessie raised her head.
"I am absolutely certain that Ms. Lin, like me, is just an innocent person who was unfortunately chosen as prey."
"I don't know what you want, sir." The title of sir sounded particularly ironic when used by a woman. "I only know that we are victims and, luckily, we survived. The only suspect in this incident is dead, that's all."
"I've only spent a few hours with Ms. Lin. Unfortunately, I don't know her that well, so I can't provide you with more information."
Jin looked at her. The woman stared back without hesitation, and Jin was surprised to find that the nervousness she had shown when she first entered the room for questioning was now gone.
This was beyond his expectation.
In fact, many things that happened today were beyond his expectations.
In Jess White's eyes, the FBI's originally indifferent expression suddenly relaxed, and the tense atmosphere in the room also eased.
Before she had time to think about the reason, she heard the white-haired man say:
"Tonight at 11 o'clock, west of house 21, Berleming Street."
Jessie:?
Do you mean to let her go?
Eleven o'clock... Is it eleven o'clock that I have to meet her?
Was the question just now a test to join them?
Jess White was glad she hadn't told him about Eleven's involvement in Jack's death just because she had a better-paying job, even though she believed it was true.
Jin fell deeper into thought.
Things definitely didn't go the way he wanted.
The woman who is still alive before us is an example.
So what should we do next?
/Hehe... an indecisive guy./
The voice in my head said.
/I told you before, she's not the type to be taught a lesson easily./
/It will take enough pain for her to learn her lesson. /
Maybe, Jin Moran thought.
But he could never really do those cruel things to her.
A bomb remote control lay quietly in the pocket of his gray windbreaker.
That was the evidence of his guilt that he was unwilling to reveal for the time being.
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