Chapter 128 Just Listen
This is actually an inducement to confess, which is generally not allowed during interrogation.
When the judge finds that the interrogator induced or forced a confession during the interrogation, the confession will likely be invalidated as evidence.
But now, only two of the nine victims' skeletons have been found. They need Oliver Keith's confession to continue solving the case, otherwise it would be like looking for a needle in a haystack.
As long as actual evidence can be found based on the confession, then inducement to confess can be "non-existent", because when the evidence is irrefutable, the judge has to pay more attention to the evidence.
Jian Ruochen stared at Oliver Keith's red and swollen profile for a while and waited patiently.
Oliver Keith looked into his eyes with a strange feeling of anticipation.
I don’t know how much his bail will be, but Jian Ruochen inherited a large sum of money, which is Conant’s money…
His upper eyelids, which were covered with fat, drooped and trembled, and his eyeballs moved rapidly under the cover of his eyelids, calculating the truthfulness of the words "I can give you bail."
Jian Ruochen stood in front of Olivier with his arms folded and waited for a while, then suddenly turned around and sat back in his chair.
Oliver Keith saw it out of the corner of his eye and was startled. What's the meaning?
Could it be that he had been thinking about it for too long, so long that Jian Ruo lost her patience?
"How much can you offer?" Oliver Keith asked cautiously.
Jian Ruochen thought for a moment and said, "I'll go ask."
He walked out and smiled at the police outside, "Why are you just standing there? I guess they'll have to question you for a long time. Pull over a chair and sit down to watch."
Chen Jincai: …
How presumptuous.
"Why did you get out?" Liang Xinyue was standing next to the switch in the interrogation room.
If Sir Guan couldn't help himself and kicked someone into the hospital, someone had to turn off the power in time.
Liang Xinyue looked at Jian Ruochen in confusion, and couldn't figure out whether what he said was true or false. "You're not really going to get him bail, are you?"
"How is that possible?" Jian Ruochen said in shock. "Even if my money came from the wind, I won't spend a single cent on scumbags."
There are two kinds of words in the world that cannot be believed.
The promise of bed.
Everything is fine in the interrogation room, you said.
Just listen to it, why do you still believe it?
Jian Ruochen looked at Liang Xinyue lovingly, walked slowly to the water dispenser, made a cup of honey water, drank it slowly with small cookies, and grabbed a handful of candy from Guan Yingjun's drawer and put it in his pocket. When he passed by Liang Xinyue on the way back, he stuffed one into his hand and said, "I came out to drink some water to moisten my body."
Talking too much is laborious and dry.
You have to find opportunities to replenish your energy.
Liang Xinyue thought she was cheated again, she pouted and tore open the candy wrapper, then she shuddered at the sourness and her eyes became much clearer.
The door to the interrogation room closed again.
Liang Xinyue looked inside carefully.
Jian Ruozheng grabbed her phone and put it back in her pocket, as if she had just come back from a call, "I asked, your bail is 400 million."
Liang Xinyue was stunned.
If Jian Ruochen hadn't been eating and drinking in front of him, he would really think that this person had just made a phone call!
This...will this work?
Oliver Keith looked up suspiciously.
He felt that something was wrong. Jian Ruochen knew that he was the one who gave the phenmethylol. How could he still be so kind?
Maybe the police had too little evidence and had to induce him to confess!
Jian Ruochen hid his fingers in his pocket and pinched them, his heart beating faster.
This kind of murderer who still has some rationality is not easy to deal with.
He pretended to hesitate, "It's a bit too much. Although I really want to solve the case, I don't want to find someone who killed my mother."
"… Or just forget it and just pretend I never said anything."
Oliver Keith panicked.
Why just let it go?
He hasn't said anything yet!
Oliver Keith was driven mad.
He hadn't really answered a single question since he entered the interrogation room.
It’s not that I don’t want to, but I simply don’t have the opportunity.
Information comes pouring down one after another, catching people off guard and causing their psychological expectations to recede again and again.
Oliver Keith took a sip of ice water and shuddered. "I... want to..."
He felt so humiliated that he couldn't even utter the word "bail" for a moment.
Jian Ruochen understood what he meant and immediately pressed him, "When did you and Di Qiuhe meet?"
At this point, we should not be impatient.
If they are anxious, it will expose the fact that the serious crime team does not have much information.
"Speak carefully and slowly." Zhang Xingzong held a pen, with four or five pages of confession records filled with words on his hand. "Start from the first time you met Di Qiuhe."
Oliver Keith didn't dare to look at the photo still on the interrogation chair. He tilted his head back and actually remembered Di Qiuhe's appearance in front of him.
He shuddered again. "We met at an academic salon. At that time, Di Qiuhe had just returned to China, and I had just become a professor at Hong Kong University."
"He saw the article I published in SCI and came to talk to me, and that's how we got to know each other."
Guan Yingjun frowned.
From this point of view, Feng Ye is Xiangjiang’s first victim.
Oliver Keith used Feng Ye's thesis as a stepping stone to pry open the door of the Department of Astrophysics at Hong Kong University, and then stepped on Feng Ye's body to harm more returning students.
He pursed his lips and said, "How did you find out that he had an unpublished paper?"
Jian Ruochen glanced sideways slightly.
Sir Guan's questioning skills seem to have improved. In the past, he would not have been so progressive. He might have asked directly: Where did you kill him?
Oliver Keith actually smiled and said, "He wants to enroll in the doctoral program at Hong Kong University, so he naturally needs to find a mentor and exchange academic achievements."
"He trusts you." Jian Ruochen said coldly, "After the salon, you agreed to meet somewhere else. Then Di Qiuhe will bring the manuscript and show it to you."
He clasped his hands together and suddenly raised his voice: "Is that so?"
Oliver Keith shuddered all over and looked horrified.
How much do the police know? How come he knew all the details of that time so clearly?
Then can he still lie and hide things?
Keith was afraid.
Jian Ruochen was also nervous.
After all, this content was not written in the list of evidence and the list of confessions. He speculated based on the few confessions of Oliver Keith in the interrogation room.
Most people would not bring their paper manuscripts to an academic salon. Even if Di Qiuhe was not particular and really brought it, he would not take it out in front of everyone.
In this day and age, paper manuscripts are so precious.
That year, after Di Qiuhe and Oliver Keith had their initial communication, they must have made further appointments. Unfortunately, he didn't know whether it was that day or later, so he deliberately blurred the time of their meeting.
When people hear something similar to their past experiences, their brains will automatically fill in some of the missing content.
As expected, Oliver Keith did not notice this loophole and stammered, "Yes... I saw his two manuscripts in the evening."
As he spoke, he was unwilling to confess everything and wanted to tell a lie to test the police.
But at this moment, he couldn't think of any big lie that could cover up the truth.
There is really no way to tell the difference.
Jian Ruochen raised his eyes and glanced over, "Don't think about hiding it. Hiding it will only waste both of our time."
Oliver Keith stared blankly at the person in front of him.
The rhythm of the conversation was completely controlled by Jian Ruochen.
Sitting on his left was the dormant Guan Yingjun.
On the right is a young man with sharp eyes, looking a little weak, holding a pen and writing furiously.
Across the young man was a female police officer who was sitting cross-legged, leaning back in a chair, with her arms folded, looking down at him condescendingly.
Oliver Keith looked at her and felt a burning pain in the corners of his mouth and a buzzing in his head.
Bi Xianxian sneered, "Why are you looking at me? How do you describe your own case written on my face?"
She was not polite at all and took the opportunity to scold him: "Don't be like the fish head in the bowl, which only moves when you stir it. Can't you even describe how you killed someone? You are a tenured professor, no wonder you want to plagiarize academic achievements, it turns out you can't even speak."
Zhang Xingzong was writing quickly on the side.
Jian Ruochen took a look and remembered that it was full of vigor and indignation.
He was silent for a moment, then reminded: "Don't remember this."
Zhang Xingzong nodded, quickly crossed out the last sentence, and turned the page.
Oliver Keith's face flushed and swollen, and he could hardly muster any resistance. He said, "After reading the two manuscripts, I took the initiative to ask what fun places there were in Hong Kong. Di Qiuhe said Ma'anshan was not bad. He was very enthusiastic and said he could take me there."
"That suits me just fine."
It turned out that Di Qiuhe personally brought the murderer to the crime scene!
He didn't know that the mentor he chose was a devil, didn't know that this man had killed a genius, and yet he still used him as a beacon in his life.
Oliver Keith was lost in his memories, and the more he spoke, the smoother it became. "We went there a few times. The second time, I lied and said that I liked mountain climbing and that my academic thinking would be especially clear when I was mountain climbing, and asked him if he wanted to go with me. Di Qiuhe agreed."
"My accomplishments in astrophysics are not fake. We talked for a long time. I think his advantage is just that his observation point is novel. If I think of it before him, the paper I write will not be bad either."
Jian Ruochen frowned slightly.
There is too much of me in this statement.
One paragraph, 8 me.
This kind of person is arbitrary and domineering, does not care about the feelings of others, has an overly strong sense of self, and is blindly arrogant.
Oliver Keith may suffer from attention deficit or egocentric bias.
He lowered his eyes, "So you killed him and dumped his body in the rat well? And you took possession of the two papers?"
Oliver Keith had an inexplicable look on his face. He stared at Jian Ruochen and smiled strangely, "That well is really nice."
Zhang Xingzong's hair stood on end. He was very familiar with this look, it was the expression of a murderer.
Even at this point, he still wanted to kill Jian Ruochen!
Zhang Xingzong slapped his pen and said, "Where do you think this is? Be serious! I'm telling you, the test reports on the murder weapons are all out, and the families of the nine victims have already taken back their belongings!"
Guan Yingjun said in a cold tone: "Olivier Keith, after you pushed Di Qiuhe into the well and left, did you return to the scene to take a look?"
Oliver Keith said, "No."
Every time he said something, the police would follow up with the next sentence, as if they really knew everything. If it was Feng Ye's case, it would be normal, after all, the process of finding Feng Ye's body was almost open to the public.
But this is not Feng Ye, but Di Qiuhe.
An hour later, Oliver Keith had no more hope.
After saying so much, I only turned a few pages of the thick stack of evidence documents.
The police officers at Kowloon West Regional Police Station must know everything.
He sat numbly in his chair and talked about the bodies of the missing persons that the West Kowloon Regional Police Station had not been able to find.
Outside the interrogation room.
Lin Yazhi assigned the task of handling the remaining six bodies.
The record was finally completed when the sun was setting.
Oliver Keith's voice was hoarse. Jian Ruochen had already eaten all the biscuits that Guan Yingjun had bought and placed in the office, and his stomach was growling with hunger.
"8 hours." Bi Xianxian cleared her throat.
The recording time cannot exceed eight hours at a time, otherwise you will be impeached.
Jian Ruochen stood up by pressing on the table, his legs feeling a little weak.
He thinks that office snacks can be replaced with something like shachima to satisfy hunger.
Guan Yingjun said hoarsely: "Take him back and continue the trial tomorrow."
Everyone collapsed in the office and didn't move for a while.
Zhang Xingzong clasped his hands on his abdomen and said calmly, "I want cart noodles with two eggs, a pig's trotter, and three fried bean curds."
Jian Ruochen swallowed hard.
He wants to eat too.
Just when everyone was getting ready to get up for dinner.
The internal phone in the office rang. Guan Yingjun walked over to pick it up. Le Jinwen's voice came from the inside, "What happened to the professor you arrested? Why did the higher-ups call me to release him?"
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