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I repeat, you can get a lawyer if you want. I see.Eric.Will murmured. They are now back in the NYPD, at Sellitto's office.This is a small room, mostly gray in color.If the detective's investigation report is used to describe the decoration inside, it will be written like this: a picture of a baby, a picture of a boy, a picture of an adult woman, and a lakeside scene of uncertain location Photos, and a dead plant. Sellitto has interrogated hundreds of suspects in this office.The only difference between these people and the suspect in front of him was that Will's feet were firmly handcuffed to a gray chair with double shackles, and there was a police officer with a gun standing behind him.

you understand? I said I get it.Will said aloud. Thus, the interrogation began. Unlike Lyme, who only specializes in criminal forensics, first-class detective Ron.Sellitto is an all-round cop, able to detect the true meaning hidden between words.He can use the resources of the New York City Police Department and other law enforcement agencies, coupled with his tenacious will to survive on the streets and surpass others, he can always find out the truth of the case piece by piece.Being a police officer is the best job in the world, he often said.It's the kind of work that turns you into an actor, a politician, a chess player, and sometimes even a fighter with a gun and a football player who has to tackle.

One of the most interesting is the detective game.Use your brains to get the suspect to confess, give the names of his accomplices, and where the stolen goods or bodies are hidden.However, the situation at hand is obvious.From the very beginning, the bastard wouldn't say anything. Alright, Eric, how much do you think you know about patriotic comrades? Like I said, I don't know anything.I only read the news in the newspaper.Will replied, lifting his shoulders as high as possible to scratch the itch in his nose.Could you take the cuffs off?Just a minute. No, I can not.You only read the news about the Patriotic Comrades Association?

That's right.Will said, and then coughed several times. Where did you see it? It's like Time Magazine. You are educated and well-spoken.I guess, you should not agree with their philosophical views. Of course not, he said hissingly: In my opinion, they are some stubborn and radical people. In this way, since you do not agree with their political ideas, then you are driven to assassinate Charles.Grady's only motive was money.We want to know who is paying to hire you. Oh, I didn't mean to kill him.The suspect whispered. But you broke into his house with a loaded weapon. That's because I like the challenge of seeing if I can break into a place where no one else can.I don't mean to hurt anyone.Half of what he said was to Sellitto, and the other half to an old camera that was filming in his face.So, what happened to the last meatloaf?Or do you eat roast turkey too?

What? I'm talking about the Riverside Hotel at Bedford Station.I bet you had turkey, but Constable had meatloaf and steak, and the special of the day.What did Jedi eat? who?Oh, is that the one you keep asking me?Barneys.You're talking about the receipt, right?Will hisses: The truth is, I picked up that receipt.I needed a piece of paper to write something on, so I picked one up and used it.fact?Sellitto thought.All right.Are you just writing because you want to? Will shrugged to catch his breath, then nodded. where were you?Ron.Sellitto suppressed the growing impatience in his heart, and continued to ask: When do you need this piece of paper?

I forgot, probably at Starbucks. Which one? Will narrowed his eyes.Can not remember. In recent years, there has been a tendency for suspects to use Starbucks heavily as an alibi.Sellitto suspects that this is because there are more and more of these cafes, and they all look alike.In this way, the suspects can confidently say that they did not know which coffee shop they were in at that critical moment. Why is this receipt blank?Sellitto pressed on. What is blank? the back of this receipt.If you picked up this receipt because you wanted to write something, why isn't there a single word on it?

Oh, because I just couldn't find a pen at that time. There are pens in Starbucks.There are counters where customers have to use a pen to sign credit card statements. The clerk is too busy and I don't want to bother her. What did you want to write down at that time? Well, he breathed like the wind again.Moment of the movie. Reilly.Where is Buck's body? who? The cop who arrested you on Eighty-eighth Street.You told Lincoln last nightRhyme says you killed him and the body is hidden somewhere on the West End. I just wanted to convince him that I was going to attack the circus, and I gave him some false information in order to mislead him.

You admitted yesterday that you killed other victims, all for making false news? indeed so.I didn't kill anyone, someone else did it, someone tried to blame me. Ah, it's the oldest defense ever made, and it's the lame, easiest to say kind of thing. Even so, Sellitto was well aware that the cliché did work a little, depending on how gullible juries would fall for it. Who wants to frame you? have no idea.Obviously, though, it was someone who knew me. Because they take your clothes and fibers and hair and things like that, and they set them up at the crime scene. exactly. Well, you must have a list in mind, now tell me who these people are.

Will closed his eyes.I can't think of anyone, he said despondently: "It's really infuriating. Sellitto could barely contain himself. This boring game lasted for half an hour, and finally the detective gave up.He was furious, and ironically, he thought that when he got home, his girlfriend would prepare him for dinner the same turkey dinner as those gangsters had at the riverside restaurant at Bedford Station for lunch.As for Larry.Officer Buck, it seems that he will never be able to return to his wife.Sellitto put aside his seeming geniality, but insisted on finishing the interrogation before muttering: Enough, get out of here.

He and another officer took the suspect two blocks to the Male Detention Facility, where he was placed on the custody list for homicide, wounding, assault and arson.He also specifically confessed to the police officers in the detention center, telling them that the prisoner has superb escape skills, and they promised to lock Will in the most special cell, where there are many protective facilities that make it impossible for the prisoner to fly. Uh, Detective Sellitto.Will said suddenly in a guttural voice. The detective turned around. I swear to God, I did nothing.He gasped and his voice echoed through the space, sounding like he was speaking from the bottom of his heart.Maybe when I get some rest, I can think of something that will help you find the real murderer.I will definitely help.

Downstairs in the tomb, two police officers from the detention center grabbed the suspect's arms tightly, holding him between them and dragging him towards the registration desk. He doesn't look very scary, Constable Linda.thought Walls.The man was strong, she could feel it, but not as much as some of the beasts they'd guarded, the brats from Alpha City or Harlem, and no amount of cocaine and heroin and beer could make them The perfect physique is slightly weakened and damaged. She couldn't figure it out either, this skinny old guy was named Eric.Will's men, why would they make such a fuss.Hold on to him firmly, and never take your eyes off his hand.Also, never open the shackles. The person looked sad and tired, and appeared to be having trouble breathing.She saw the scars on his arms and neck and wondered what had happened to this man in the past.Maybe she was burned by the fire, or maybe it was scalded by hot oil. Thinking of the pain this kind of injury would cause, she couldn't help but tremble faintly. Walls remembered what he had said to Detective Sellitto at the gate of the detention facility.I will definitely help.The way Will looked at the time, he looked like a child who accidentally let his parents down. Despite Sellitto's concerned look, nothing happened during the process of fingerprinting and taking file photos. The suspect was soon handcuffed with two handcuffs and double leg shackles.Now, Walls and Hank, a burly male guard of the detention center, walked along this long passage with Will sandwiched between them, preparing to take the elevator to the most heavily guarded floor. Walls had guarded hundreds of prisoners. Although she had long been indifferent to their pleas, protests and tears, she was still slightly moved by what Will said to Sellitto just now.Maybe he's really innocent, he doesn't look like a murderer at all.Will's face twitched, and Walls relaxed the pressure on his arm a little. Not long after, the prisoner groaned and leaned to her side again, with a painful expression on his face. What's wrong?Hank asked. I have cramps!he gasped.It hurts oh god.He screamed softly.It's about the shackles! His left foot was trembling, hard as a log, and something was clearly wrong. Hank asked Walls: Do you want to untie it for him? She hesitated.no.She replied, and then said to Will: We keep going, you put your weight on the right side, and I will support you.She jogged a lot and was well aware of cramps.His case doesn't look like it's fake!He wailed so real, and the muscles in his feet were hard as stone. Oh my God, Will cried out in pain.Shackles! We have to untie it.said her companion. no.Once again Walls was firmly against it.Sit him down and I'll take care of it. They sat Will on the floor, and Walls began massaging his cramped, stiff leg while Hank stepped back a little, watching.After a while, she inadvertently raised her head, and found that Will's hands that were handcuffed behind his back had moved to his waist, and his pants had been pulled down a few inches.She sat up straight and looked carefully, and saw that a wound plaster had been removed on the outside of his thigh, and what the hell was that under the plaster?She looked and saw a crack in the skin beneath the patch. At this moment, the celebrity suddenly hit her nose hard with his palm, hitting the cartilage of the bridge of the nose.A burst of severe pain spread from her face immediately, the pain made her unable to breathe for a while. He has the key!He had the key or lockpicking tool with him, hidden in the crevice of skin covered by the wound dressing. Hank, who was guarding from the side, rushed over immediately, but Will got up faster, arching his elbows and stabbing him hard in the throat.The police officer immediately fell down, covering his throat with his hands, coughing violently and struggling to breathe.Will reached for Walls' pistol, trying to pull it out of the holster, but she held it down with both hands, trying to protect the sidearm with all her strength.She wanted to open her mouth to yell, but the blood from the bridge of her nose poured into her throat, causing her to cough continuously. The prisoner held her gun in her right hand, and in a matter of seconds the free left hand unshackled her feet before returning to draw her Garrak with both hands and outwit her. strength. Help!She yelled, coughing up blood.Who is here to help! Will pulled the pistol out of the holster, but Walls was thinking of his own child, and refused to let go of the gangster's wrist.The gun crossed the empty corridor, pointing at Hank who was lying on the ground, gagging and struggling to breathe. Help!A police officer was injured!Come on!Walls yelled. There was movement at the bottom of the corridor, a door opened, and several people rushed out.However, the corridor seemed to be ten miles long, and Will held the gun even tighter.They wrestled on the ground, the prisoner's eyes inches from hers, and the gun was slowly pointed at her.At last the pistol was between the two of them.He gasped, index finger ready to squeeze the trigger. No, please, don't she whispered.The muzzle of the gun was only a few inches away from her face. She stared at the dark hole of the gun, knowing that flames would burst out at any moment, and a cruel smile appeared on the criminal's face. She saw her precious daughter, she saw her father, she saw her own mother Don't even think about it!Walls thought angrily.She kicked her foot against the wall and turned around forcefully.The force sent Will falling backwards, with her on top of him. With a bang, the pistol fired.The heavy recoil numb her wrist, and the loud sound made her deaf. The wall was spattered with a large amount of blood. No, no, no, don't let anything happen to Hank!She prays. But Walls saw her companion struggle to get up from the ground.He was not hit by a bullet.She suddenly realized that no one was robbing her of the pistol at this time, and the Garak was still in her own hand, and Will's hand had already been released.She was startled, and jumped up immediately, away from the celebrity prisoner. Oh my god She saw the bullet go straight into the side of the prisoner's head, leaving a horrific gash on his skull.The wall behind him was splattered with a large pool of blood, brains and bone fragments clinging red and white.Will fell to the floor, staring wide-eyed at the ceiling, blood bubbling from his temples onto the floor. Walls trembled and whimpered: Damn, look what I did!Oh shit!Save him quickly!Someone come and give him first aid! A dozen police officers rushed over.She turned to look at the officers, only to find that their nerves were tense, each crouching down in a defensive stance.Walls gasped.Is there another gangster behind her?She turned sharply, but the corridor was empty.She turned back again and saw that the police officers were still in a squatting position, motionless and on guard.They shouted at her loudly, but her ears were deafened by the gunfire just now, and she didn't know what they were shouting for a moment. Finally, she finally heard.God, Linda, your weapon!Put it away!Be careful who you point your gun at! Only then did she realize that in a panic just now, she was holding this Garak pistol and pointing at the ceiling and the floor, pointing at them like a child with a toy gun. She laughed dumbfounded at her own negligence.She put the pistol back into the holster, but felt something hard on the leg of her trousers.She peeled the piece off and looked down, only to see that it was a bloody splinter of bone, erupting from Will's head.ah.With a cry of surprise, she nodded, dropped the bone fragment, and couldn't help laughing like her daughter when she was tickled.She spat a little on the palm of her hand, and rubbed back and forth on the trousers to wipe off the blood.She rubbed faster and faster until the laughter stopped abruptly, and then she fell to her knees and began to whimper in pain.