DEATH NOTE:NOTE OF DEATH

About ten minutes later, Alex received a call and nodded at me.

"Ryan, I have prepared everything for you. It's already this late, I think you should be able to tell me why we have to wait in the pre-trial room?" Alex looked at me with a very strange look. All this was already within my expectations. After all, if he didn't ask, he would not be the Alex I knew.

I walked over, patted his shoulder gently, and said, "Now everyone knows that this case is not over. The media outside alone are enough to tear the two of us apart. If any more rumors get out at this time, do you think our future will be easy?"

In this world, there is a group that spreads news very quickly. You can even say that any slight movement will reach their ears. This group is the media reporters. However, as to why this matter had escalated to this extent, I had already made some preparations before that.

After all, the police announced in front of the media that the case was solved and the murderer was caught. But the result is still that someone is dead, and the media will certainly come to ask for an explanation. So I am not surprised at all.

Holding the records in our hands, we both went to the pre-trial room but didn't go in.

In reality, the pre-trial room is just an ordinary room with simple furnishings. There is a chair on one side, and aggressive or mentally unstable suspects will be handcuffed to the chair. There is a long table on the other side. There are usually three people present during the pre-trial, two to ask questions and one to take notes.

There will be surveillance equipment in the room, and the entire interrogation process will be recorded. The situation in the pre-trial room can also be observed through video.

But this time it was different, there would only be three people in the huge room: Alex, me, and the mysterious flower shop owner.

Through the glass, I saw the flower shop owner, who was alone in the pre-trial room with his head down. Maybe it was because of the angle, I couldn't see the expression on his face clearly.

This guy is weird; it seems like he looks the same from beginning to end, just like what you see.

Alex said that this flower shop owner was much more difficult to deal with than he had imagined. Most people would be more or less nervous when being taken to the interrogation room, and some people would burst into tears due to their poor psychological quality. However, this flower shop owner did not show any emotion and only answered each question one by one, appearing very calm.

He is indeed a difficult person. But even if he is a hard bone, we have to chew it. After all, I want him to solve the doubts in my heart. What is going on with that vague feeling?

The man I saw in my synesthesia was a man with a dangerous aura, but in reality, he was sitting in front of me right now, but that feeling was gone at all. However, after repeated confirmation, I was absolutely sure that he was the man in my synesthesia, but I always felt that something was strange.

The interrogation officially began. Alex held the record of the previous interrogation in his hand and knocked on the table gently.

"John Doe! It's already this late, aren't you going to tell the truth?"

When I heard Alex growl, I realized that the owner of the flower shop was called John Doe, the man sitting in front of me.

When John Doe heard Alex's question, he only raised his head slightly, then glanced at the two of us with his peripheral vision, and then lowered his head again and said, "I have said everything I can say. No matter what crime you sentence me to, I admit it."

John Doe's tone seemed so calm, as if none of this mattered to him anymore and he no longer had hope for anything, and he had not been nervous from beginning to end.

Although I seldom come to places like the interrogation room, Alex has talked to me a lot about it. Anyone who enters here usually says that they are wronged and will also say that they will find a lawyer to appeal. It seems that few people can accept it calmly.

But these people are often the most terrifying. They have no desire to live and do not refute anything. They have a feeling of giving up everything.

"Bastard!" Alex slammed the table so hard that I could even see the veins on his hands bulging.

"Don't bother talking nonsense to me. Do you think we won't be able to find out anything if you don't say anything?"

Normally, this old trick wouldn't work, especially for someone who wants to go all out. No matter what we say, he will probably choose to remain silent, or just listen quietly and then make a few perfunctory remarks.

But at that moment, although that moment was very short, I still noticed a subtle change in John Doe's expression.

I winked at Alex, and then walked out of the pre-trial room with him. Although Alex's face was full of confusion, he finally suppressed the doubts in his heart.

The two of us came to the surveillance area next door, and Alex grabbed my arm: "Ryan, why did you pull me out? I haven't finished asking questions yet." Alex said with a complaining look on his face.

"I want you to come and see a good show. Let's just wait here quietly. The show is about to start. And the effect I want to see has been achieved. There is no need for anything else. Your three tricks are useless against such a person."

Alex only has those three tricks: loud voice, exaggerating the problem, and being slightly threatening.

If it was against ordinary people, these three moves would be enough. After all, in such a closed environment, coupled with the original design of the pre-trial room, it took advantage of some human weaknesses.

Because if a person is in a closed environment, he will start to have wild thoughts. At this time, as long as he has a little fear in his heart, it will be infinitely magnified. Coupled with the interrogator's indirect questioning, as long as the suspect really has psychological problems, flaws will definitely be revealed.

"Who said I only know those three tricks? I have plenty of ways to make him talk. Besides, in the face of absolute evidence, do you think he has a chance to lie?" Alex said.

Indeed, the crisis we are facing now cannot be explained in just a few words. After all, time is limited for us. If we continue to look for clues day and night, there will simply not be enough time.

"What's wrong with him?" Alex suddenly turned his eyes to another direction. On the surveillance screen in front of him, John Doe was actually banging his head hard on the table.

This action really surprised both of us. Alex kicked open the door of the pre-trial room, and then pressed hard on the neck of John Doe, whose face was covered in blood.

"Ryan, what are you looking at? Come and help me, I can't hold him down by myself." John Doe's reaction became more and more intense. He was definitely not using his injuries to escape us; he was committing suicide. I walked over and hit him hard on the back of his neck with a knife.

Because I know that is a relatively vulnerable part of the human body, and only 5 kilograms of force is needed to make a person faint. This childish trick is not difficult for me, who deals with the dead all day long...