Chapter 127 A Slap to Wake Up
Oliver Keith opened his mouth and said with difficulty: "Thank you for your kindness."
He doesn't feel good.
Very bad.
My hands were cuffed, my legs were locked, and I didn’t have a shower for seven days.
He can still remember the scene after he escaped and was caught.
So humiliating.
He could no longer smell the stench on his own body; he only felt uneasy and frightened.
For seven days, no one spoke a word to him!
The folder in front of Jian Ruochen was so thick that it seemed to be able to hold all the crimes committed by a person from childhood to adulthood.
Oliver Keith shuddered.
The long silence made people feel at a loss as to what to do, and they were even more unsure of what the four interrogators in front of them were thinking.
Bi Xianxian said: "Please report your basic information such as name, household registration number, current residence, and native place."
Four video cameras were aimed at the interrogation chair from different directions.
Oliver Keith clenched his fists, pinched his fingers, and numbly reported the basic information. The countermeasures that I had carefully thought of over the past seven days came to my mind.
He must first find out how much information the police have, and then plead guilty based on that information.
His British identity and status are his greatest protection.
If worst comes to worst, there’s still Lu Rong.
They are in the same boat.
He holds Lu Rong's secret in his hand, and Lu Rong will not sit idly by if he goes to jail.
"What are you thinking about?" Jian Ruochen said with a faint smile on his face, "Wondering who can get you out?"
Oliver Keith was startled.
Jian Ruochen had an idea in his mind, "Who can do it? Lu Rong?"
Oliver Keith's breathing became stagnant, his whole body tensed up, his toes retracted, and he almost wanted to jump up from his chair.
His face flushed, "No..."
Zhang Xingzong laughed contemptuously.
Lu Rong?
If Lu Rong hadn't given Jiang Hanyu the key to the bank safe and the MI6 confidential files.
Jiang Hanyu put them together again, and there were piles of benzodiazepine in the bank safe.
How did they get to Oliver Keith?
He really wanted to retort, but it was agreed before he came in that Consultant Jian would control the pace at the beginning.
The rhythm of the first half hour is crucial to whether the interrogation can yield any results. Consultant Jian would most likely not let the suspect feel that all his escape routes were blocked from the outset.
So this point still needs to be retained.
Jian Ruochen lowered his eyes and opened the folder in front of him, saying, half true and half false, "We will inform Lu Rong."
He went straight to the point, "Olivier Keith, you murdered multiple people and plagiarized academic achievements. Do you have any excuse for these crimes?"
Bi Xianxian thought to herself that this was amazing.
This statement was extremely ambiguous, without mentioning any specific victims, and anyone who heard it would not know that they had only confirmed two skeletons so far.
Oliver Keith was sweating profusely, and he stiffened his neck and said, "No evidence. There is no information about the victim. Are you trying to impose a false accusation on me?"
Jian Ruochen sighed.
What a pity, he actually still had some brains and was a little alert.
"No evidence?" Jian Ruochen took out a photo. "Isn't 1209, Building 8, Qingshan Apartment, Sham Shui Po, where you put the evidence? It's all the victims' belongings. How do you explain it?"
"Those are just... just souvenirs." Oliver Keith said as he prepared, "Some were given to me by others, and some were bought by me when I traveled."
"Oh?" Guan Yingjun's cold voice fell, "You mean when you were traveling, you happened to meet nine Chinese astrophysics students from all over the world, became friends with them one by one, had a good chat with them, and then accepted the souvenirs they gave you?"
Oliver Keith met Guan Yingjun's gaze and shuddered uncontrollably.
He suddenly realized that he couldn't admit it, because if he did, it would be the end.
Guan Yingjun threw the document onto the table, making a slight sound. "Answer me."
Oliver Keith shuddered. "No."
"No?" Jian Ruochen raised his eyebrows. "Then how do you explain that the relatives and friends of the nine victims all said that you were the last person they saw?"
"No." Oliver Keith pressed the table top of the interrogation chair tightly with both hands, feeling very uncomfortable. His mind was in a mess. He knew that the West Kowloon Regional Police Department must have evidence of Feng Ye's death, but he didn't expect that they knew so much.
9...
Have you found all 9?
Bi Xianxian took out the skeleton and the test report that Feng Ye had pieced together and placed them in front of Oliver Keith, "Take a look."
The autopsy report clearly stated: [After examination, the deceased died on the spot after suffering a severe blow to the head. It is speculated that the murder weapon was a sharp stone, ashtray or other hard object with sharp corners...]
Oliver Keith's head was buzzing with regret.
If he had left two days later, he could have stopped Du Luo from building a new water gate, and Feng Ye's body parts would have been washed into the sea with the high and low tides as planned, and naturally the current series of events would not have happened!
He clenched the report so tightly that his fingers turned white, his heart full of regret and his eyes full of hatred.
Jian Ruochen: "After you killed Feng Ye, you lied that you were going to England with him, and returned to Feng Ye's house, took his luggage, and left a plane ticket. We found the suitcase in Qingshan Apartment 1209, and we confirmed that the items inside belonged to Feng Ye."
"Feng Ye's father identified the suitcase as Feng Ye's. You said you didn't kill anyone, so how do you explain that the victim's belongings are in your home?"
Oliver Keith couldn't explain it.
He asked back in a timid tone: "Why would I kill people? I am a tenured professor. Even if these graduate students and undergraduates really have something in common with me, why would I kill them? I have no reason to do this!"
Bi Xianxian felt nauseous.
What a thick face!
She was so angry that her lips trembled, and she pursed her lips tightly for a moment, afraid that she would burst into a curse as soon as she opened her mouth.
Jian Ruochen said calmly: "Really?"
He stood up and slowly pulled out a dozen yellowed manuscripts. "This is what Feng Ye's father gave us. After checking, it is a draft of a paper on solar spectrum and electromagnetic radiation. We asked an astrophysics expert to check it and found that it is similar to the SCI paper you published in December 1989, with an overlap rate of up to 90%."
"That SCI paper helped you win two industry awards and added momentum to your tenured professorship."
Jian Ruochen spoke in a flat tone, his light-colored eyes reflecting a dark golden light under the dim light of the interrogation room. Oliver Keith was trembling all over, shaking like a sieve, and when he opened his mouth the only sound could be heard was the chattering of his teeth.
He looked up, not understanding why a person as kind-hearted as Jian Ruochen could be so calm and difficult to anger during the interrogation.
The way Jian Ruochen looked at him was as if he was looking at a stone on the roadside or a leaf that had fallen into a sewer.
He didn't take him seriously at all, as if everyone's reaction in the interrogation room was within his expectations!
Oliver Keith had persistent tinnitus in his ears, and he felt a dull pain in the places where he had been beaten by Guan Yingjun and the guarding police officers two days ago, as if he had been hit hard by someone with a club again.
He heard Jian Ruochen's voice coming closer and farther away: "How could you not have a motive to kill those geniuses in astrophysics? You want to plagiarize their academic achievements."
Oliver Keith sat in his chair in a daze, never feeling so embarrassed in his life.
His forced dignity and conservative underwear were all stripped away in an instant, revealing his nakedness in front of everyone.
How should he argue?
How else can he argue!
"Except for this one... I wrote all the others myself," said Oliver Keith.
"Oh?" Guan Yingjun sneered, "You wrote six different sub-disciplines of astrophysics by yourself? Show me your draft and experimental data."
During this period, they read all the papers day and night, and with the help of experts, they also learned some basic knowledge.
How can a plagiarist have a first draft?
Zhang Xingzong was so angry that he laughed. He sneered, "You published one of Di Qiuhe's two papers in Nature and the other in SCI Zone 1."
He pulled out the two journals containing the two papers and threw them in Oliver Keith's face.
The spine of the journal made a dull sound, then fell down with a crash, hit the table of the interrogation chair, and rolled to the ground.
Zhang Xingzong was so angry that he was shaking: "Di Qiuhe's parents found the information and manuscripts of these two papers in his belongings. After comparison, 95% of the content is consistent with the content published in the journal, and the paper was published half a year after Di Qiuhe disappeared!"
Jian Ruochen patted Zhang Xingzong's shoulder, signaling him to calm down, and then took out a photo from the folder, slowly walked to Oliver Keith and showed it, "This is where you threw Di Qiuhe away, a rat well."
The dark wellhead, like an abyss, is stuck in the middle of the photo.
Oliver Keith shook his head in vain, trying to deny it.
Jian Ruochen said, "You killed so many people, so it's inevitable that you can't sleep well. When you have free time, do you think about the last appearance of these students when you killed them?"
"Are they staring at you with their eyes that no longer have any light in them, as if asking: Why do you have to kill me? Aren't we friends?"
Jian Ruochen's voice was light and flat. As Oliver Keith listened, he stared at the photo in front of him in a trance.
The more he looked at the photo, the more he felt that the wellhead in this photo was like an abyss, with countless hands reaching out from it. As long as he stretched out his head, he would be pulled in and plunged into it.
He tried to hide backwards, but felt a slippery, swollen hand hooking his neck, and it seemed that a broken head was close to his ear, and really asked: Why do you want to kill me?
Oliver Keith's heart was beating faster and his whole body was in pain. He was trembling, dazed and almost crazy.
He tried his best to shrink his hands and feet and lean his body backwards, trying to hide in the cramped interrogation chair.
Outside the interrogation room.
The leaders of the other groups stood and watched, with mixed feelings.
Chen Jincai whispered, "He has killed too many people and he is not mentally ill, so he is so scared."
"I thought he wasn't afraid." Liang Xinyue from Group C sighed, "How did Jian Ruochen know that he was afraid of the people he had killed?"
"Maybe we can judge based on his mental state?" Chen Jincai frowned and stroked his chin. "Damn, if we keep asking like this, Oliver Keith will be driven crazy or even collapse."
In the interrogation room.
Jian Ruochen took out the incomplete skeleton of Di Qiuhe and said, "He was gnawed a little by rats, but it's still relatively intact. Come on, identify him."
He said: "Recognize him, and let him recognize you."
"If you're alive, let him seek revenge on you in your dreams. If you're dead, we'll meet in hell."
Oliver Keith's face was pale as he sat slumped in the interrogation chair, motionless, as if dead. If the chair hadn't held his body in place, he would have slid to the ground.
Jian Ruochen lined up the photos in front of him, lowered his eyes and said, "If you admit it, there may be a chance of commutation of sentence. If you don't admit it, you will have to spend the rest of your life in prison. I know you have a trump card. You think you will not be sentenced to death, and you think Lu Rong will protect you."
Oliver Keith rolled his eyes and regained a bit of life.
The next second, Jian Ruochen said, "But do you know? The clue about you was given to me by Lu Rong."
He took out the bank safe key and placed it in front of Oliver Keith, pressing it on the evidence photos. "Do you recognize it? All the things locked in here are benzodiazepine."
Jian Ruochen said: "I know that you drugged me and my mother."
Oliver Keith was stunned.
Jian Ruochen calmly took out a medical record and said, "My mother's original case showed this item in the urine test. You faked the traffic accident and killed your supervisor. Did you do this just to get this?"
"Since you want to kill the heir of Conant, Conant will no longer allow you to use the funds in the account. Luo Binwen has already completed the procedures for freezing the assets. According to the fund contract we signed at the beginning, if you commit a crime, the contract will be invalid and there will be no bail money. And Lu Rong himself does not want you to live, let alone pay to bail you out."
Oliver Keith felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. He fell into his chair and finally fainted.
Bi Xianxian sneered, walked forward, swung her arm, and slapped him to wake him up.
The noise was so loud that the police officers watching outside shuddered.
Chen Jincai: "Gui Gui, your slapping power is comparable to that of Consultant Jian."
Bi Xianxian called Zhang Xingzong: "Go get a glass of ice water to sober up our murderer."
She was scared to death. It had come to this point, how could she faint when she was supposed to explain something!
Jian Ruochen: ...
This slapping posture looks so familiar...
He looked at the dazed Oliver Keith and said, "Look, if you explain yourself now, the judge may reduce your punishment based on your good attitude of admitting your mistakes."
All the police knew that this was a lie that was created step by step to create a psychological trap and lower the expectations of the prisoners. Consultant Jian wanted to shoot this kind of person with a gun.
But human nature is such that all prisoners will have a glimmer of hope in this situation and cannot help but gamble.
Jian Ruochen smiled and said, "Anyway, you can't come up with the bail, and you can't provide any benefits to the British Hong Kong government. You have no protection value to them."
He lowered his head and said in a voice that would not be recorded: "I have money, do you want bail?"
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