10:33pm
The police station was particularly deserted at night, with only an oil lamp still burning in the interrogation room. In front of Werther sat a thin young girl, her clothes were in tatters, she was wearing a wrinkled coat, and she was covered in blood.
Her husband's blood.
Faced with such a murderer, Werther did not take coercive measures against her, because as soon as he arrived at the scene, he saw the girl guarding the gate alone. She was obedient throughout the whole process, neither escaping nor resisting. She didn't say anything on the way back to the police station, and her mood was much calmer than Werther thought.
But her slightly trembling little hands kept telling others that this was her first time killing someone.
"May I have your name?"
"Nora, Nora Sedemonas Arigo."
"What is your relationship to the dead Mr. Fleurney Baynes?"
"We were still a couple two hours ago."
"You have been living at 155 East Nellington Street, Eucalyptus?"
"right."
"Tell me about the situation."
The girl had already prepared her excuse: "There's nothing much to say about the situation. I killed the person, and it had nothing to do with Dr. Kawei who came to examine my wounds."
Generally speaking, when the questioning reaches this point, there is no need to continue.
Put the person in jail, and then send the written notes to the director's office together with the subsequent autopsy records, and Witte can get married. As for the subsequent verdict, it has nothing to do with him, it is just a murder case...
But he knew that there must be a deeper reason for this incident, and the conscience in his heart was blocked there to prevent him from hastily ending it: "I know it has nothing to do with Kawei, and he has been begging for you, but begging for mercy is useless. I have to Know the why and the process.”
Nora touched her belly, which was still tightly bandaged, and recalled some of what had happened before. Although her emotions calmed down a lot, the adrenaline generated still remained in her body.
She tensed her muscles and suppressed her tremors [1]: "The reason was that he had a big argument with me and hit me with a stick, and then he hit the knife in my hand... "
"Um?"
"...repeatedly hit 24 times."
Nora looked very calm. She didn't have any shame or anger about Fuleny's death, because she had already vented it all. Now she only felt the pleasure of venting her anger, but nothing else.
Facing such a woman who didn't care about life or death, Werther had no choice but to plead for a reduced sentence to get her to speak: "If you tell me the story and the reason for the murder, I might be able to help. You, at least I can help you get the chance to see your child for the last time."
Noila thought of the newborn child and hesitated for a while before saying: “What’s the point of talking about this now.”
"Yes, of course! You are only 19 years old, you are a minor! You will not be sentenced to public hanging."
Witte reminded: "Actually, even if you are an adult, as long as there are sufficient reasons, the hanging sentence may be changed to life or 30 years' imprisonment. Believe me, this is not a picture I imagined, but an example. The higher-ups are more and more strict about the death penalty." We are becoming more and more conservative.”[2]
Nora wanted to die, but she didn’t expect that what she was facing was not the death penalty: “Really?”
"From my experience, as long as you provide conclusive evidence, you will most likely only be sentenced to 5-10 years. Of course, if you don't say anything, they will determine that you are a pure perpetrator. I am afraid that this time will be More than 20 years."
They are both sentenced to fixed-term imprisonment, but the difference in years will be particularly obvious.
Nora was somewhat touched by her earnest words. No one wants to wait for death in prison: "He is a beast! He comes home after drinking every day and asks me for money. If he doesn't give it, he will beat me. After taking the money, I went to gamble right away. I escaped, but his friends found me after I escaped twice. Later, I had children, and I really couldn’t escape..."
Just after saying a few words, Nora’s eyes became moist.
Werther wrote down all this and followed her words and continued to ask: "Even so, you never thought of killing him, right?"
Nora nodded: "He said he would sell me a few days ago. After the sale, the child would be thrown into the orphanage. I really collapsed. I don't want this, I just want to live a good life, be poor and tired. It doesn’t matter, I can find a job, so can he..."
"Then what?"
"He mentioned this matter again at noon today. He hoped that I would be discharged from the hospital as soon as possible and live a good life with the buyer."
After hearing this, Werther could hardly write anymore with the pen in his hand. He knew it was useless to curse a dead man, but he couldn't help but use the curse words.
Nora let out a deep breath: "I made the decision after he left. I've had enough. I have my freedom. Why should I become a commodity in the hands of others? I was discharged from the hospital early in the afternoon and gave the child to him on the way. He married a good sister. Then he used the money given by others to buy some food and prepared to go home and cook his last meal before saying goodbye."
There was indeed no sound of the child crying in the room. Werther thought he was asleep at first, but now he realized that he had been sent away.
"You will die sooner or later if you stay in this house, and it will harm him if you stay." Nora said very calmly.
Werther was not too surprised by Nora's choice. The shelter was already overcrowded, and sending the child away as soon as possible was a kind of "mercy" for the child. This situation was in a Catholic country like Austria, which was particularly taboo on abortion. Extremely serious. 【3】
"After I got home, I started preparing food, and he just sat on the chair and cursed. He kept saying that the child was not his, and the face didn't look like him, so I hurriedly gave it away, and then said that I had another man outside! "
Noila couldn't help but retorted from a distance: "I have never, never..."
Werther gave her a glass of light wine, "I know, I've already written these down, please speak slowly, don't rush."
"Flenny owes a lot of money and his legs are lame." Nora drank all the wine and calmed down a little. "The other party was eager to ask for money, so he wanted to get me..." Sell it and pay back the money.”
Witt knew that there were a lot of loopholes in the current security system. Before there was a fait accompli, their power was infinitely close to zero, and women had no status at all. Men had the final say in everything they did.
But he still wanted to say one more thing: "Actually, you can choose to call the police."
Noila was stunned and put down the glass of wine: "Do you think I don't have one? If calling the police is really useful, I should hold my son and lie on the bed of the Municipal General Hospital to take good care of myself!"
"Okay, pretend I didn't say that."
A bitter smile gradually appeared at the corner of Nola’s mouth, and she really couldn’t understand why her man could do such a thing without any scruples: “He found a buyer two days ago, specially waited for me to come back, and then asked the German He offered a good price. He was guarding the door with the stick he usually used to beat me, and I couldn't resist."
Werther also knew that it was stupid to repeatedly ask a question that he knew the answer to, but the transcript was like this. He had to ask the other person to answer it himself: "Then you took a kitchen knife and killed him?"
"Yes."
Nora looked at her hands that were stained with blood. The dried blood seemed to be covered with a layer of scab on her hands.
She recalled the whole process. In just half a minute, she released years of pressure. Even when describing the process, she felt much more comfortable: "He was standing at the door at that time, and I had an ordinary knife in my hand. The kitchen knife that was cutting the meat just rushed over. I know I’m crazy, but trust me, it’s really great.”
Witte looked at her and couldn't believe what this 19-year-old mother had gone through: "His stomach is rotten."
Nora picked up the wet towel just sent by a patrolman on duty and wiped the blood on her body: "I killed the person, and I don't regret it. The only person I'm sorry for is probably Dr. Kawei. I didn't expect to give him to him." Get involved.”
Werther took out a meat cleaver wrapped in a handkerchief from his hand. The tip of the knife was broken and the blade was chipped. It must have cut into the bone: "Is this the knife you used?"
"right."
Werther read the story again, and after feeling that there were no mistakes or omissions, he asked again: "Where is the German?"
"That naughty little guy? That guy is nothing, but I didn't want to do anything to him at first. I only did it when I was forced to do it."
When talking about Li Ben, Nora’s eyes were full of disdain: “He kept touching me. When Dr. Kawei knocked on the door, he thought a competitor had come and wanted to take advantage of Fuleni’s absence. I was so anxious. So I grabbed the knife at hand and chopped him a few times.”
"How many knives?"
"I can't remember exactly."
"Where exactly is it cut?"
"Legs, arms, and neck...that's probably what I remember."
Vittor nodded and wrote everything down in the transcript file. 【4】
At this time, someone knocked on the door of the inquiry room, and it was forensic doctor Musil who poked his head in. He yawned twice, looked at Nora with interest, and then asked: "I heard there is a murder?"
"Well, the body has been sent to your place."
"Oh." Musil didn't know who the murderer was yet, he only thought that Nora was still a child, so he asked, "Is she a witness?"
Witte was immersed in writing his report. When he heard this, he turned around and said with a smile: "She is a suspect."
"......she?"
"What's wrong?"
"Um, it's nothing..."
Witte stretched and said, "I'll give you the transcripts and on-site investigation records later. I'll work overtime tonight and get things done as soon as possible."
Musil walked in, took a few sips of Werther's coffee, leaned over and glanced at the contents on the paper, and shook his head repeatedly: "Little girl, you are too cruel. If you kill two of them at once, I don't have to sleep anymore."
"What two, there is obviously only one."
Witte added "one dead and one injured" at the end of the content, and then said: "The other one should be seriously injured, not dead yet."
"It's impossible." Musil read the transcript again and said with a smile: "Don't be kidding, you cut so many times and hurt your neck. By the time you arrived at the scene, the blood would have dried up. I said you were Isn’t it because your eyesight is wrong?”
"If I really looked at it, I would indeed see it wrong, but in fact there is no need for me to look at it." Witte shrugged and said, "Kavi is right there, and he should be in the hospital by now."
"Kavi?"
"Yes, the young man who lowered the price of your body, the new student of Ingnatz."
The name Kawei is like a fly, which makes Musil feel bored when he hears it, but his news is overwhelming these days. Musil, who often drinks tea and reads newspapers, cannot ignore him: "Why is that kid running there? Really? No, why did he send someone to his own hospital again?"
"The person is not dead yet. The guy was still waving to me and saying hello when we arrived. It is not necessary to send a living person to the morgue."
Musil really couldn't figure it out: "This is so strange..."
Witte joked: "Why do you care so much? Hurry up and write down the autopsy results. With such a big eucalyptus, the director will definitely ask about it tomorrow morning."
...
The scene at No. 155 was far more tragic than the content of the interview.
Moreover, Nola was completely out of control at the time and had no memory of exactly how she cut or what she had done. Only those like Musil who truly examine autopsies, or those like Kavi who truly save lives, can get a glimpse of the truth from the wounds of the dead and injured.
There was not much to say about Fleurney. He looked uglier than the pigs in the slaughterhouse.
At any rate, the meat cutter will also be able to cut some patterns according to his own preferences. If he meets someone who is a little more ambitious, his knife skills will also bring some artistic sense, and he will die faster.
However, due to Nora's height, except for two knives that stabbed Fleni into the thigh and four knives into the groin, most of the knives that stabbed Fleny went into the lower abdomen. It is far away from the liver and spleen, and there is no heart or lungs. Only the deep and central abdominal aorta and its main branches can achieve the purpose of rapid blood loss and death.
Fleni's legs and feet were inconvenient. Even if he could resist with his hands, he couldn't stop Nora who was lying on him while he was lying on the ground. He watched himself being stabbed to pieces.
He did say some soft words, such as "Give you money", "I won't sell it", "It was my fault", "Let me go", etc., but he received highly similar replies: Knife.
Multiple ruptures in the jejunum and ileum, multiple ruptures in the colon, three rupture wounds on the lower edge of the spleen, rupture of the liver, rupture of the superior and inferior mesenteric arteries, damage to the inferior vena cava and abdominal aorta, rupture of both kidneys and bladder, and the narrow ureter was even severed. It doesn't look like it.
Musil opened the abdominal cavity riddled with holes, and what could be seen with the naked eye was a viscous mixture of blood clots and internal organs mixed together after being poured with feces and urine. Seeing that he didn't even bother to check, he just wrote "Multiple internal organs were ruptured, he lost too much blood, and he died on the spot."
But it is much more troublesome here in Kawei.
He first asked the neighbors who were watching to go to the police station to call someone for a car. He put his coat on Nora, picked up the equipment box at his feet and walked into the house first.
Fleni was already dead, and it was not up to him to decide whether Nora should escape or leave. But Li Ben, who narrowly escaped from Nora's first wave of attacks, was still quite energetic and kept shouting for help inside. As a doctor whose "responsibility is to save lives and heal the wounded," Kawei had to take care of him.
Li Ben was sitting by the wall of the corridor from the kitchen to the house, looking very injured.
There were stab wounds on his face, nose, neck, legs and arms, and thick blood continued to flow down his body. He subconsciously covered his most important thighs and neck, looked at Kavi as if he were watching a hero arrive, and said with difficulty: "Doctor, help me quickly..."
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