Looking at the gradually approaching mixture of fragments, Munch picked up Bane and turned around as quickly as possible. Calvin followed closely, and before he even took a step, the sound of debris hitting the ground crackled.
"It's over, it's over. I'm so young and I still don't want to die!" Calvin cried and squatted down holding his head. A round metal decoration landed on his back. Under the protection of the subcutaneous fat layer, it jumped to the side like a spring.
The crashing sound echoed in the empty church and gradually died down. There was no pain as expected. With his eyes closed, Calvin felt something shaking in front of his eyes. He tentatively opened his eyes and saw a brass-colored bullet casing only a few centimeters away from his eyeballs.
"Oh my god!" Calvin was so frightened that he leaned back and sat down, just sitting on a mixture of glass fragments and decorative remains. His glasses almost slipped off. The pain spread from his sciatic nerve to his whole body. He couldn't help it. Shout out.
Monk squatted next to Calvin, looking at his embarrassed look, smiling from ear to ear. "Look how scared you are. You are so cowardly. I don't know how you became a policeman." After saying that, Munch stretched out his hand to pull him up.
What he said just now stung his sensitive self-esteem. He was particularly concerned about the topic of "How did he become a policeman" when others asked him. He angrily pushed Munch's hand away, put his hands on the ground, and stood up. The shards of glass were embedded in the palm of his hand, and he tried not to make a sound.
"Why don't you go out and chase the murderer of the shooting?" Monk raised his eyebrows and said jokingly. He knew that after the episode just now, the suspect had disappeared without a trace.
"Why are you chasing him? Didn't you see that he has wings on his body? Besides, there are patrol aircraft all around. His escape route should be determined soon. Where did the bullet casing in your hand come from? Show me."
Monk handed over the cartridge case, "Bain just found it in the debris pile." Calvin stretched out his hand full of red dots and took it tremblingly.
"This is a regular police bullet. You can see there is an exclusive number next to it. However, it doesn't look too new. It looks like an old item." Calvin turned the bullet case and displayed a row of numbers engraved on the side. coding. "If you go back to the equipment department and check, you will know who the murder weapon belongs to."
Monk laughed contemptuously, how could things be as simple as Calvin said? After the murder, the murderer did not flee the scene immediately, but waited on the clock tower until he left the dome under the watch of the two people. When leaving, he also deliberately left behind numerically coded bullet casings. What’s even weirder is that he did not choose to assassinate Ginger, but instead assassinated her dog, which could attract Sami’s attention, but not enough to touch Sami’s bottom line. Perhaps, as Bobo said, this is a political warning?
"Are you spying on me?" Monk did not show any thoughts in his mind, but bypassed the topic of bullets and asked Calvin directly.
"No, no, I just happened to be walking in the park. When I heard the gunshot, I rushed in. I wanted to exercise my sacred rights as a police officer. I didn't expect... you came too." Calvin hesitated when he spoke, looking around. Wandering.
The embarrassment in the air was saved by the sound of sirens outside the church. The heavy door was pushed open and dust rose. Several dazzling flashlight beams intertwined with each other like a cage, trapping Monk and Calvin inside. Bain carefully hid in the corner, saw the right moment, and ran out from the gate.
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The fourth interrogation room of the City Security Bureau Interrogation Hall.
Munch sat upright in a chair, wearing electrified bracelets on his hands to prevent him from moving easily. The surrounding walls are covered with pure black soft materials, which have strong shielding properties. The first is to prevent the suspect's arm implant from interfering with the interrogation, and the second is to prevent the suspect from accidents.
A white ring-shaped lighting above his head formed a black shadow under Munch, blending into the black ground. The screen behind showed that it was already 8:48 pm.
Directly opposite Munch was a completely transparent glass. Behind the glass sat an old man, a young man, and two policemen.
"Do you know this person?" the young policeman asked in a stern tone, pointing to the image on the glass. That was the moment when a man in black wearing an animal mask and a wingsuit jumped from the top of the church.
"Is this a human? This is obviously a horse." Through the high-definition footage taken by the police, Munch finally saw clearly what animal the man was wearing on his head. It was a wild horse with an exaggerated expression.
"Be serious! Is this a joke?" The young policeman pressed the controller at hand, and an electric current spread from Monk's wrist to his whole body. Although it was not fatal, it was enough to cause him pain, and it was still in his body. In the abdomen, there was some urge to urinate.
He could feel the shadows under his feet, signs of abnormal movement beginning to appear. "Now is not the time. If the police discover the abnormality in his shadow, it will be a disaster!" Munch tried his best to calm down and adjust his breathing.
"I really don't know who he is. I went to the church to find my dog." Monk spoke more cautiously and tried his best to cooperate with the investigation. If there was another electric shock, he could not guarantee whether the little black under his feet would still be under control.
"What about her? You know her, right?" Ginger's head appeared on the glass.
"I don't know him, I just met him when I was walking my dog before."
"Her teddy was shot dead, and you were at the scene and you still said you didn't know her!" The young policeman's voice rose and he glared at Monk fiercely.
"I really have nothing to do with the shooting! If you don't believe me, you can call the surveillance cameras along the street! Or ask that Ginger to come over and confront her! Besides, I have nothing to do with her before, why would I do this?"
"Where is Peroline Avenue? The people who live there are all famous figures. The consent of the person involved is required to call for surveillance. And with her identity, can she confront you face to face? Stop dreaming." The young policeman said more and more The more excited.
The older policeman next to him had not spoken before and just tapped his fingers on the table. After more than ten seconds, a document was placed in front of Munch, which was the police record of Ginger calling the police claiming that the jewelry was missing.
"You still say it has nothing to do with it? You were also responsible for reporting the crime before. Tell me, what is your real purpose?" The old policeman's tone was calm, but the light in his eyes could kill people.
Munch was silent. He knew that no matter how he tried to defend himself, it would only become darker and darker. By the way, look for Calvin. Isn't he spying on me? They should know what happened. "I apply for Officer Yang to be my witness."
"Officer Yang? Which Officer Yang? Do we have this person in our department?" the old policeman turned to the young policeman and said.
"Calvin Young, a first-class police officer in the Logistics Support Section who inherited the position of the City Security Bureau because his father was a hero of the city. The policeman we brought back from church together."
The old policeman stood up, opened the door and went out. During the several-minute wait, Monk was on pins and needles. Since entering the interrogation room, he has never received Bane's biological indicators, and he doesn't know what is happening with it now.
The old policeman returned to the fourth interrogation room. As soon as he entered, he motioned to the young policeman to turn off the real-time surveillance in the room. At the same time, he opened the central glass, walked up to Munch, and patted his shoulder with his hand.
"I have two pieces of news here, one good and one bad." The old policeman took his hands back and crossed them on his chest. "The good news is that the footage recorded through the Calvin police telescope confirms what you just said. You were indeed at a certain distance from Ginger when the crime occurred, and there was no motive for the crime." Looking at Monk's eyes shining, The old policeman's tone dropped, "But..."
"But what? Since everything I said is true, let me out quickly."
"However, because Calvin's access to police equipment was a violation of procedures, the evidence was not admitted. By the way, don't expect him to help you, he has more problems. Now Ginger has a tough attitude and can only temporarily aggrieve you. Yes. You will spend the next time in the detention room until the real murderer is caught and brought to justice..."
Munch's mind was filled with countless questions. What does it mean? Law enforcement compromising with the privileged?
Looking at the expressions of the two policemen in front of him, he quickly understood that the so-called interrogation was just a formality, detaining him indefinitely to vent his anger on Ginger, which was the real purpose.
The young policeman walked up to Monk and said, "Let's go, I'll take you to the detention room. Don't force me to press the controller in my hand again."
Munch was so angry that he was shaking all over, but he couldn't say a word. There is an unbridgeable gap between the Star-marking class and themselves. Looking from one side of the gap to the other, everything seems to have become ugly.
At this time, there was a knock on the door outside the interrogation room.
The old policeman and the young policeman exchanged glances, quickly returned to the questioning area, and reset the isolation glass and real-time surveillance screen.
Soon, the old policeman returned to the interrogation room again. "You go, I don't have anything to do with you here for the time being."
Monk and the young policeman both showed surprised expressions.
"Yes, I heard that right, you can leave now." The old policeman closed the isolation glass, walked to Monk, personally removed the current bracelet from his wrist, and then said something inexplicable in his ear , "Please forget what we just said, I'm sorry for both of our actions."
Munch stood up, moved his wrist, and looked back at the time. It was 12:48, four full hours had passed. Ignoring the two policemen around him, he quickly walked out of the interrogation room. No matter what happened outside the door just now, he was finally free.
Passing by the third interrogation room next to it, Monk looked inside and found no trace of Calvin. Could he really be in trouble?
Monk didn't have time to think about it, he now needed to find Bain's whereabouts. After running out of the city security bureau hall, Munch took the fastest star ring on the station, arrived at the transportation transfer station, took the water drop car, and rushed all the way to St. Mary's Forest Park. According to Bain's positioning coordinates, it had been in that area for the past few hours and never strayed far.
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Bridget Payton's office.
"It has been taken care of according to your instructions. I assure you that he will not be disturbed again for a long time. Don't worry, it will not affect your great plan." Bridge said towards the communicator. , said respectfully.
