Chapter 1189: The Lamb's Cry (Part 1) _2

"So where do you think his first stop is?" Talya, with black hair, walked out behind William, looking at Bruce with interest.

"I'll say it again, I'm not a detective, let alone an agent, it's your responsibility," Bruce gently shook his head, spreading his hands as he spoke: "I'm just providing a clue you might have forgotten, the rest is not up to me."

Having said that, he slowly strolled over to a semi-circular table, propped his hands on it, and looked at the group of people: "I pay so much tax every year to support you, not so that you can ask me where the killer killed."

Davis cleared his throat, adjusted his glasses, and began: "I'm sorry, Mr. Wayne, none of us wanted this tragedy to happen. We need to talk to the suspect alone now, please wait here."

After saying that, Davis gestured with his eyes, two agents stepped forward, handcuffed Shiller, and led him out of the hall, while Davis, after glancing at Bruce who had taken his seat again, also left.

No sooner had Bruce sat down than he noticed a shadow covering the ground in front of his feet.

He looked up to see a sexy woman with long black hair standing next to him, bending down so that her hair brushed across Bruce's forearm.

"Got a smoke?"

Just before Talya's hair moved away, Bruce hooked her hair gently with his finger.

"...Of course."

Shiller walked through the long corridor into a real interrogation room, with nothing in the center of the room but a single chair.

Without anyone's instruction, Shiller walked over and sat down, placing his handcuffed hands on the crossbar connecting the two armrests of the chair.

Davis followed closely behind. After the agent guarding the door shut it, Davis turned on the lights in the room and looked at Shiller: "Professor Rodriguez, let's not beat around the bush... there are people who want you to shut up."

Before Shiller could respond, Davis extended a hand as if to calm him and said, "Of course, I know you have the ability to expose everything. We could embark on a long legal battle to scrutinize whether you have indeed abused your students and whether you have committed murder or illegal detention."

"But please think rationally, what good would that do you?" Davis stood in front of Shiller, looking down at him.

"Yes, those two children who accused you may not have any substantial evidence. Even whether you killed Jimmy, there is no decisive evidence, but that's not the point, do you understand?"

Davis took out a pen from his pocket, looking at Shiller: "You should have already noticed a pen that doesn't belong to you, placed in your coat. This is just a small trick, not a remarkable frame."

"But if you insist on fighting with us, these small tricks will continue to appear in your life for the next few decades until you die."

Davis sighed gently: "Professor, you should understand that we have been very merciful. We respect your academic standing and achievements, considering you one of the few rare talents of the Federation, that's why we didn't resort to more forceful means."

"Otherwise, why do you think a left-wing scholar, who has openly admitted his connection with the events in the Americas, would be treated so leniently?"

Davis's gaze gradually turned icy. Shiller looked into his eyes and said, "It seems you're not doing this for the first time."

"You know that I care about my educational career. You instigated my students, using their ignorance and foolishness, to level some minor accusations against me. You didn't expect these accusations to defeat me."

"As long as I come here, there are layers of traps waiting for me. You found a very righteous, well-liked chief judge and killed him, then blamed me. As a suspect under his investigation, I have both motive and ability to kill him. As for the evidence..."

Shiller's gaze moved to the pen in Davis's hand, then he said, "For you, evidence is not important. You have plenty of ways to fabricate evidence that convinces the media and the public."

"If this is still not enough to defeat me, the next one to die should be Rhomann or Thomas. I will be painted as a ruthless killer who murdered his own students in order to escape guilt."

"If this still can't drag me down into the abyss, you will show Bruce Wayne, who you deliberately attracted, that I might threaten the interests of Wayne Enterprises. You will use Wayne Enterprises to manipulate the media and nail me to the pillar of shame."

"Just as you said, if all these still can't shake my position and make me shut up, in my future life, this kind of drama will be repeatedly staged. One day, I won't be able to evade it."

"Professor Rodriguez, I admire your wisdom and foresight greatly." Davis started pacing, then continued: "You anticipated all this and pleaded guilty openly in the hall as a strategic retreat, intending to negotiate terms with us."