In view of the results of judicial spirit appraisal, the perpetrator with limited criminal liability, although Brick's confession can be adopted when the guardian is present, the procuratorate and the court have also sent a mental physiological expert to assist them in the interrogation.
Carl and Forgetful Lao Mo sat in the observation room drinking tea, watching Lao Mo's slightly fat agent Rodolph Henson interrogate.
The crime facts were not controversial. There were hundreds of millions of eyes across the country, watching Brick commit evil deeds and knock down the building, killing and injured countless times, causing heavy economic losses and bad impact.
Strawberry Nose Brick nodded slowly and confessed to the crime of the couch.
But no matter what Rodolph Henson asked, Brick shook his head, or was expressionless and drowsy.
"Where did your super power system come from? Who gave it?"
"Who asked you to attack the Shiman Xiti Building? The name of the instructor."
"How long have you planned it? Why did you attack this building so far away from you."
"What benefits can you get after the attack?"
"Whose corpse in your yard is?"
"Woman with pigtails, who is you? Where is she?"
"Who taught you how to make candles for human subcutaneous fat?"
"Who taught you about anatomy?"
"Do you feed all the human internal organs you cook to the three mixed-race Canary dogs in your yard?"
"Do you know that this is wrong?"
"If you answer these questions, take the initiative to admit your mistake and surrender yourself, the judge will reduce his sentence as appropriate."
"Where did the funds from the animal rescue station come from?"
"What is your relationship with Bronchi Erser?"
...
No matter what the squid agent asked, Brick was silent and dull, as if he couldn't react, immersed in his world.
But everyone here knows that Strawberry Nose Brick does understand.
Especially when asked about Bronge, Brick's expression flashed a few times.
"Bronchi Erser, is the actual operator of the animal rescue station? Did he instruct you to attack the building?"
Agent Rodolph Henson asked with all his last bit of patience.
Brick was stunned, and the answer was written on his dull face - as Carl's inference, Bronchi was indeed an instigator.
"Bronchi Urser, now interrogating next door, cannot guarantee that he will say anything in your favor. If you report him, you can get a commutation of sentence."
The micro-fat agent was not sure, and Brick could understand what a commutation of sentence was.
Such a weak person in society has government subsidies outside, three meals of food and beds in prison, and doesn’t even have to cook by himself. There is actually no difference between inside and outside the prison.
The only difference is the immediate execution of the death penalty and the probation.
Living is the same price as dying.
Does Brick care?
Brick, who was straightforward and simple, was not afraid of life and death, and only thought that he could not betray Dr. Bronge, and remained silent.
But his expressions and actions have betrayed everything.
If you deny it, the corners of your mouth will twitch, and you will definitely open your mouth.
It's indeed much more honest than the cunning Bronchi!
The slight fat agent Rodolph adjusted the direction of the interrogation according to the instructions of the psychiatric expert and Rikar, and said:
"Tell me about your relationship with Dr. Bronge."
Brick replied in his heart: The doctor is the best person in the world. He is very good to me and very good to dogs.
But he vaguely felt that saying that knowing a doctor would cause trouble to the doctor, he was still silent and dull.
Even if you lie, I can pry your mouth open... The slightly fat agent Rodolph complained secretly.
Rodolph opened Brick's family investigation report.
"Your parents are not very good to you? They often hit you?"
After taking the warm route, Brick's confession finally improved. He looked up at the slightly fat agent and said excitedly:
"They called me a fool!"
Empathy really worked!
According to Carl's instructions, the slightly fat agent Rodolph began to make up stories:
"When I was a child, my parents often beat me, saying that I was greedy and had poor grades. I often didn't give me food, and in the end I didn't let me study..."
"Your story has been made up! You can still get into a public employee if you don't want to study. Come back!" Carl reminded through the microphone, "Tell me more about frostbite in winter, he should have grown a lot on his hands."
Old Mo next to him smiled.
The slightly fat agent Rodolph changed his mind and began to have a lie in the inspirational mode:
"Later, I studied by myself and got into college. That time was very difficult. Every winter, my hands were covered with frostbite and I had to do my homework with my tablet until very late..."
“…Uh…Rodolph…let me in.”
Only then did Carl realize that it would be too difficult to make a perfect tragic story for a child from a well-off family.
A comfortable life limits imagination.
Carl left the observation room, put on the earplugs at the door, and pushed the door in.
The slightly fat agent gave up his seat, sat next to him, and asked the agent who was taking the transcript to go out.
"Hello, Brick, my name is Carl Brian. The wounds on my head and eardrums are all in the building you pushed to, hurt, but I saved many people without regrets. I am much lucky than those who died in cement blocks and ruins."
Carl was moral shackles as soon as he opened his mouth.
Brick's eyes rolled and struggled.
It seems that the surname is still undead... Carl thinks this bone is much easier to chew than Bronchi.
"But my colleague, in order to save a child trapped in the elevator, injured his spine and shoulder spine. The doctor said that he might not be able to wake up, and even if he wakes up, he can't stand up."
"What do you... want to say."
Brick twisted a few uneasy times, and the handcuffs and shackles made a loud voice of metallic Lingling.
The dull interrogation room has a little turbulence and ripples.
"I want you to say something, Brick, we know, you were ordered!"
Kartu reveals his dagger and points directly to the point.
Strawberry Nose Brick returns to his stubborn state.
The mouth is tight, like a manhole cover with tight threads.
Carl said slowly without any haste:
"The winter in Mala District is not very cold compared to the north, but before installing floor heating, I don't have the habit of burning the kang. I often get frostbite with my hands. When I wake up in the morning, my nose and ears are frozen unconscious. Are you sleeping in the inner room or the outer room?"
"I'm sleeping with...Rhubarb."
Strawberry Nose Brick, being pulled back to the winter he hated by Carl Atmosphere Master.
Every winter, my peers sleep in the house and share the same kang with my parents and brothers.
He can only sleep in the dog house.
Dogs are very warm animals and do not beat and scold Brick.
The young Brick survived meningitis, but could not escape the malice of family and society.
He couldn't understand why his parents always called him a fool, why he didn't give him enough food, and why he didn't give him a meal to go to school.
Even his brothers and sisters bullied him one by one.
One winter, my drunken father broke the bone joints under my knees.
He had a long pain before he healed. No one treated him, so he pressed his feelings and endured the severe pain, and hit the protruding broken bone.
He hates winter, his parents, brothers and sisters, and wishes they all died.
In this way, he can monopolize all the food in the inner room and divide it with rhubarb.
A dog is his family, and a human is not.
One year, my family was in a difficult situation and I wanted to throw the fool Brick into the mountains, but the big yellow dog found him back.
After that, my life was even worse than that of a dog.
Chapter completed!