Free Web NovelChapter 782: Chapter 740: Good Cop, Bad Cop
Kara tapped her high-heeled foot on the ground a few times, finding it somewhat amusing.
Since so many police officers were dispatched to apprehend him, and they employed direct means, it completely indicated the police already had ample evidence, with numerous clues pointing at him.
From an experienced perspective, it is already certain that Slade is the perpetrator. If it weren’t for the need to obtain a confession for the prosecutor before court proceedings, they wouldn’t have needed this interrogation.
"Where were you around 10 last night?"
"I, I should have been at the newspaper office, catching up on drafts. Right, there are security cameras in the newsroom, and the office system’s backend definitely has my activity records."
Su Ming looked up, seeing hope.
But Kara merely looked at him with a teasing smile and lightly shook her head: "Mr. Wilson, do you think the police would issue an arrest warrant if your alibi was proven?"
"What does this mean?"
"You should tell me. Whether it’s the video footage, company computer backend, or your own computer, we’ve checked everything, and nothing proves you were at the Daily Planet during that time!"
"How is that possible?!"
"This is our investigation report. The cameras inside the Daily Planet were all damaged yesterday, and all the footage was wiped clean. Before 9 p.m., the server showed your computer went into sleep mode, only awakening after 11, when you uploaded the report at half past 11."
"This... I don’t know."
"Hmm, assuming you were in the newsroom, did you leave between 8 and 11:30, only to write less than a hundred words for the report?"
"I...."
"I guess it was you who did it. There are clear fingerprints on the damaged security system that belong to you. Did you destroy the security records then leave the newsroom unnoticed to go to the editor’s home and kill them all?"
"No, it wasn’t me." Su Ming shook his head continuously.
Kara looked at him mockingly. She had seen many criminals like him, who deny their guilt at all costs. She wasn’t in a hurry, instead, she showed more crime scene photos.
"The forensic team extracted 166 bloody footprints from the scene, and earlier, your shoes have been sent to Star Laboratory for testing. What do you think the result will be? Anyway, I’ve just received the preliminary report. You seem to have not changed your shoes, right?"
"I, I don’t know!"
Su Ming’s toes curled up, realizing they took his shoes for this purpose? But it didn’t matter, he was sure he was being framed!
Kara nodded again, even if he didn’t know, as breaking the company’s security system isn’t handled by the homicide unit. But it’s different now; she tossed out a few charts.
"The crime scene was covered with your fingerprints, including the safe storing valuables, the fridge and cabinets in the kitchen, and on the clothes and skin of the seven corpses. Can you explain this?"
"Who would commit a crime without wearing gloves nowadays? Just by watching TV shows, everyone knows gloves are essential for bad deeds! Leaving fingerprints all over, this is definitely a setup! I am innocent!"
Kara crossed her arms: "Everyone knows not to leave fingerprints during a crime, and you deliberately did the opposite, manipulating police tactics, creating a false portrayal of being framed to exonerate yourself?"
Historically, many high-intelligence criminals have used similar methods.
Specifically leaving their fingerprints at the scene, then remaining silent during interrogation, making the police believe they’ve secured conclusive evidence with certainty.
However, when in court, the defendant’s lawyer suddenly presents a pre-prepared alibi.
Because the culprit’s silence bought enough time, this alibi could be made into irrefutable proof, whether through bribery or silencing witnesses, it often succeeded.
During a surprise attack, the prosecution often found itself without countermeasures, leading to a chaotic situation, ultimately resulting in the criminal’s release from the courtroom.
Thus, the best method now is to obtain a confession directly from the suspect, as a confession ensures there’s no turning the tables in court.
Whether through darkness, strong lights, including using force, these are just preparatory work; the true interrogation starts upon her entry.
Darkness causes an inability to gauge time, while intense light leads to extreme discomfort. Physical torment induces fear or anger, allowing subsequent officers to leverage these emotions. freeweɓnøvel.com
Displaying the corpse photos is intended for Kara, watching from behind the wall, to observe the suspect’s changes in eyes, emotions, and psychology.
Actually, they should have waited longer, allowing the suspect to be hungry, tired, and thirsty before interrogation. Unfortunately, it’s impossible to determine if there’s a collaborator outside falsifying evidence; time is precious now.
The earlier methods used by the King’s brothers were calculated, injuries are guaranteed to be indiscernible.
Don’t let their appearance fool you; behaving like brainless fools is just a disguise, underestimating them is a grave mistake.
Fatty and his brother are genuine elite police officers, not only possessing strong skills but also being excellent actors.
Look at how unwilling and disappointed they looked when they left just now, as if they would come back to continue the fight if given a chance. It’s all an act.
They are martial arts masters who studied in India, even growing their beards like Indians. They know how to inflict maximum pain with minimal force without leaving evidence; they have plenty of experience.
In a reality without superheroes, such martial arts masters are the superheroes of the police force.
They are playing good cop, bad cop, but in reality, both of them are playing the bad cop, while Kara is the one playing the good cop. This is a play within a play, a trap within a trap.
The two officers didn’t present any direct evidence, precisely to let the suspect harbor a fluke. Then when Kara comes in, she will use evidence to slowly shatter that false sense of security, creating a strong psychological gap and fear, leading the suspect to believe that the police know everything, causing a total mental breakdown.
Attitude, methods, behavior, gender, everything suddenly changes, giving the suspect no time to adjust! This is the way to uphold justice in Metropolis!
This is all a routine that never fails on civilians unaware of police tactics. And since Slade has no criminal record and clearly has no military or police experience, he should have already fallen into the trap by now.
However, this suspect is very stubborn. He isn’t silent; he keeps denying and tries to use trickery to lure the police into a trap.
The opponent uses the opposite of police thinking, so Kara needs to counter with the opposite of that, using an overwhelming amount of evidence to make him confess rightfully.
Kara is prepared; the suspect doesn’t seem like an intelligent criminal, but she won’t relax her guard. Moreover, a psychopathic killer warrants a top-level response from the police.
She pulls out a stack of photos from a thick file folder, screenshots from the Metropolis traffic surveillance system, including not only locations but also timestamps.
"These are surveillance system screenshots of the city streets after 9 PM last night. There’s the license plate of a used Ford, and the driver. Take a look for yourself."
Su Ming was speechless. It was his car, and he was the one driving it, except in many of the photos, he had his right eye closed, looking very peculiar.
Just by looking at the photos, you could feel the terrifying murderous aura emanating from that person, as if he were a devil that looked exactly like him.
But the biggest problem is, he doesn’t remember going out.
Clearly, after getting off work yesterday, he was at the newspaper office typing and has no memory of going out!
"No... that’s not me!"
"Oh?" A glimmer flashed in Kara’s eyes: "Look at the time and then the route. I’ve already organized it for you: 12th Street, King’s Avenue, White Flower Road... Oh my, how coincidental, why did you park in the community where Mr. Feisher lives?"
"I... I don’t know, I..."
"It’s okay, let’s take a look at the parking lot’s CCTV. Here, you got out of the car. Hmm, here you are looking around. Here you take something out from your bag. Hmm, it seems to be a dagger."
Kara, as if playing a cartoon, placed each photo in front of Su Ming, and it was as if the people in them came to life.
There, Su Ming got out of the car with a cold expression, observed the pedestrians around him, then secretly took out a dagger and tucked it behind his waist. The direction he left in was towards the editor-in-chief’s house.
Kara took out her phone and started playing a video: "Mr. Feisher’s house indeed did not have a security system, but at the street corner supermarket not far from his home, there’s a surveillance camera. Let’s take a look at what it recorded?"
With that, her slender fingers pressed the play button.
Su Ming watched in disbelief as he saw himself striding across the intersection, passing several dubious-looking youths, as if a conflict broke out.
Then, to Su Ming’s astonishment, his video counterpart used amazing fighting techniques to knock down more than a dozen people within seconds.
Afterward, he took out the dagger and held it to the neck of the leader of the ruffians, saying something to him. Those people fled as if they had seen a ghost.
Kara coldly put away her phone, her fingers fiddling with it: "So, Mr. Wilson, are you still going to say you don’t know martial arts?"
"I really don’t know martial arts!" Su Ming shouted.
Kara laughed, and for the first time, her cold face showed an expression, as if a hundred flowers bloomed in an instant, yet her words sent Su Ming into an icy abyss.
"Oh, Mr. Wilson, why are you denying now that you don’t know martial arts? Shouldn’t you first deny that you weren’t there?!"
"I... I wasn’t there, and I don’t..."
Kara’s smile faded, as if the previous expression was an illusion: "In any case, we have over a dozen eyewitnesses waiting outside to identify you, each one able to confirm that you entered Mr. Feisher’s premises during the time of the murder last night."
"Impossible, I am being framed."
"In fact, not only the social scum you had the confrontation with, but also my witnesses include the cleaner, Mr. Feisher’s neighbors, passing taxi drivers, and many more."
"...."
