Chapter 277 The Cruel Truth

"You can't do this!"

"I want a lawyer, I want to protest!"

In the interrogation room, the middle-aged man struggled uneasily as he watched the door being closed and the surveillance camera above his head not flashing.

Blaine knocked on the table: "Because of you, all of us are working overtime. You know what I mean, Mr. Muggsy!"

Muggsy is the current owner of the house where the eight bodies were found.

He should be mixed-race, with white skin, decent looks, wearing a pair of old glasses and a worn-out suit, with the temperament of a down-and-out scholar.

Muggsy used to work in an agency, and the eight victims had submitted their resumes to that agency before Muggsy left.

The only problem is that before the victims died, Muggsy had not rented the current house on the surface.

There should be some little stories hidden in the middle.

Muggsy is a little helpless.

He cried, "I'm sorry that the body was found behind my house, but it really has nothing to do with me. I bought the house with my own savings when it was auctioned because I thought it was cheap. I have nothing to do with this matter. I have never done anything to hurt others, but you brought me here without even legal procedures. You can't do this."

Anyone who sees such a gentle-looking man so helpless would find it hard to believe that such a man would be a brutal criminal who brutally killed eight innocent people.

Green looked at Brian with some uneasiness, and the meaning in his eyes was very clear: Boss Brian, why do I feel like I caught the wrong person?

Brian glared at him and said directly: "Green, don't look at the suspect's external performance, but learn to believe in evidence and judgment."

Seeing that Green was still a little entangled.

Brian, who was originally prepared to use some means, was ready to teach Green a lesson.

This little brother is not stupid, but he is a little inexperienced and does not understand the meaning of the term "human face and beast heart".

He stood up and walked to the helpless Magsi:

"After our investigation, the eight victims were all temporary workers at the bottom of the society.

Some of them were homeless people without a fixed residence, and some were illegal workers. They had submitted their resumes to your agency.

They were killed, but you bought the house where their bodies were buried.

Do you know the movement required to bury eight bodies?"

Hearing this, Magsi said emotionally: "Impossible, after I bought the house, I asked someone to renovate the backyard and planted some flowers and plants. I didn't see it at all. "I didn't find a body." "Because it was buried very deep!" Brian laughed and said, "There are too many coincidences. After our inspection, the time of death of those victims coincided with the time when you rented and bought the house. You can't explain this even in court!" "Impossible!" Muggsy became more excited: "You are slandering me!" "Oh?" "The evidence is there, what do you say I slander you for?" Muggsy glared at Brian: "I didn't kill anyone! You are wrongly accusing me, you bad policemen, wait, I will sue you , don't try to slander me!"

"Then explain to me why the bodies of the victims were buried in the backyard of the house after you moved in, and buried very deep?"

Brian said in a sarcastic tone, with a look that deserved a beating:

"You must have been very surprised when those bones were found!

That should be your first time killing someone.

Too crude, too stupid.

You only know to throw far and bury near, but you don't know how to bury them at all.

When the body is underground, it will be affected by the movement of the land and deflect. So even though you buried it very deep, some bones still accidentally exposed the ground. To solve this problem, you must plant some plants with deep roots on it and use the roots of the plants to fix the body.

In addition, there are modern instruments that can roughly determine the time of death of the deceased.

These are your flaws.

These evidences can prove that you are a suspect, understand?

If you don't understand these, what are you doing killing people?

Give us performance?"

In terms of deliberate ridicule and sarcasm, Brian, who was a keyboard warrior in his previous life, was not inferior to others in his life.

The effect is good.

Muggsy blushed: "Fuck you! You are a low-IQ person. How could those people be killed after I moved in? You are slandering me. You are a bitch-raised rubbish, a shameless stink bug, a maggot raised by stinky cheese, you"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, you are really low-IQ.

You are so unsophisticated in scolding people, not aggressive at all.

People like you are a waste of air.

Crimining is to lower the average IQ of the criminal world"

"Fuck you!"

Muggsy looked at Brian's face, and felt his head swell. His face turned red with anger. He stood up suddenly and punched Brian.

Pah~

Brian didn't let him get away with it this time.

After a slap, Muggsy flew up and stuck to the wall of the interrogation room in a large font. After sticking for one or two seconds, he slowly slid down and hit the ground.

Brian used clever force. He walked up to the stunned Muggsy, looked at him, and smiled condescendingly: "So, since you are not the murderer who killed those people, why are you so sure that the victims were killed before you moved into the house?"

Muggsy:

Oh no, he realized that he was being tricked.

This pretty boy is really cheap!

Muggsy sat up from the ground, holding his swollen cheek and lowering his head: "I refuse to speak again before the lawyer arrives."

Brian was indifferent to his pretending to be dead.

He returned to his seat and patted Green on the shoulder: "Green, come on, tell me, why is he so sure that I am slandering him?"

"Because he knows the truth of this matter, so he is so sure."

After Green finished speaking, he stood up speechlessly.

He was actually deceived by the performance of a murderer!

Damn it.

Let Boss Brian see the joke!

Green twisted his neck: "Boss Brian, leave it to me next!"

Brian took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, took a deep breath, stepped back, put on the tripod, posed a comfortable posture of watching the show, and nodded: "Well, watch your performance."

Green had a grim smile on his face.

He walked to Muggsy, dragged him back to the chair, and locked him directly.

Muggsy said uneasily: "What are you doing!"

"What?"

"Fuck you!"

Green said viciously.

He has been in the NW organization for several months.

He has been a good patrolman who abides by the law, but now he has been influenced to become a bad policeman, and he knows a lot of tricks!

The other party deceived him like a fool!

Then there is no need to treat the other party as a human being!

After Green fixed Muggsy's body, he turned on the dazzling spotlight on the side and pointed it fiercely at Muggsy who was still threatening to check his injuries: "Don't worry, I promise that you won't be injured next time!"

This spotlight is a magic weapon.

Once the light is on, it's useless to close your eyes. If there are a few lights, it's useless to lower your head.

One by one, the lights were turned on.

Muggsy was fixed on the chair and yelled angrily: "You beasts are committing a crime. I can't see, I can't see! You are killing me!"

Green, wearing sunglasses, explained to Muggsy kindly: "Calm down, man, this thing is called a blinding light. If you shine it for more than ten minutes, you will become blind, so you won't die, at most you will be blind. You see, I didn't do it. I just thought the room was a little dim, so I turned on two more lights."

Muggsy: What do you mean you will only be blind but not die?

He was scared and begged for mercy: "I plead guilty. I killed them. I had a conflict with them, so I found an opportunity to shoot them, and then found an uninhabited house to bury them. Later, I was afraid that the matter would be exposed, so I bought that house. I plead guilty, God, I plead guilty, turn off the lights!"

Click~

The sound of turning off the lights sounded, and Muggsy opened his eyes in surprise, but there was still a red mist in front of him and he couldn't see anything clearly.

Green was not in a hurry.

Waited for a few minutes.

Seeing Muggsy's tears and eyes rolling, he knew that he had recovered.

Green took out a piece of paper and a glass of water, and said with a smile: "I'm glad you plead guilty, but I don't accept it. You are playing tricks on me. I'm angry, so I'm going to play some new tricks on you!"

Muggsy blinked his still blurry eyes hard, and said helplessly and desperately: "I have already pleaded guilty, you... um..."

A piece of paper was covered on his face, and then cold water was poured, quickly soaking this special paper.

The paper absorbed water and adhered tightly to Muggsy's face, blocking his mouth and nose, and he could only use his throat to make struggling sounds.

Green was indifferent.

He slowly covered it with pieces of paper to prevent Muggsy from struggling and tearing the paper.

This trick was a method he learned from Boss Brian.

Green had tried it himself before.

It can only be said that it is very scary and desperate, and it is also very suitable for use in an environment like an interrogation room.

The purpose of this method is not to kill the interrogator, but to make the interrogator's willpower constantly disintegrate and the mind despair in an environment of continuous lack of oxygen, which is conducive to the next interrogation.

Of course, this is torture.

When Muggsy's legs stretched out and the blood vessels in his neck bulged hideously, Green tore off the papers and threw them on the ground.

"Huff, huh, huh~"

Muggsy breathed very quickly.

He used his mouth and nose, and felt that he had climbed up from hell again.

In Green's hand, new papers and water appeared.

He smiled at the terrified Muggsy:

"Wrong information is the key to overturning the case. We can also apply for judicial intervention to deny all the suspicions we have found and get rid of the crime.

It seems that before committing the crime, you have considered being caught.

It's a smart move.

Of course, your cleverness angered me!

You took me for a fool!"

As he said, he slowly covered Muggsy's face with paper again.

"NO!"

"No! For God's sake, don't do this!"

Muggsy was about to break down, crying, "I said, I'll say whatever you want me to say, don't torture me, I have many underlying diseases, I feel like I'm going to die..."

"Wrong answer!"

Green's eyes flashed with anger, and he repeated the previous action again!

This bastard, he still wants to trick him!

So cunning, so disgusting!

On the interrogation table.

Brian crushed the cigarette butt and watched Green's actions with satisfaction in the smoke.

Not bad, really good.

Although this guy is sometimes soft-hearted, he finally looks a bit talented under his training.

Brian is very pleased.

After repeating several times.

Muggsy was almost dead.

He felt like his head was going to explode, and he was in a trance.

It felt like the time was almost right.

Green wiped his palms and asked again: "Tell me, how did you kill those poor people?"

"Using medicine... I asked them to dig a pit, and then asked them to drink spiked wine."

Muggsy said in a daze.

Anger flashed across Green's dark face.

This guy is really disgusting. Before killing someone, he asked them to dig a pit...

After repeated questioning.

Brian and Green finally knew the truth behind this old case.

The reason is very simple, it's for the house.

Muggsy's life is not satisfactory.

Although the agency makes money, it is seriously involuted. He is not the boss, but just an employee of the company, so he also rents a house and can't save much money.

As he gets older.

He wants to buy a house of his own.

Houses in ordinary communities in Los Angeles are actually not expensive, and the cheap ones are only 70,000 or 80,000 US dollars.

The problem is that Muggsy has no money.

He did some calculations. If he bought a house with a mortgage, most of his income in the future would be dragged down by the mortgage, house insurance, property taxes, and property fees, leaving little for his normal expenses.

The key is that he will not be unemployed.

Once he loses his job, he will face the risk of bankruptcy.

This calculation made Muggsy tangled.

He is not good at making money, and buying a house means becoming a cow and horse who may go bankrupt at any time due to an accident.

If he doesn't buy it, he will feel uncomfortable.

Is there any way to have a house of his own without having to bear expensive mortgage loans?

There really is!

When doing business, Muggsy accidentally discovered that some owners of rented houses do not live locally.

If at this time, there is a house damage or community public facilities repair, if the tenant intercepts the bill sent by the community, the owner of the house will not know about it for a long time.

Interesting things will happen: in order to recover the account, the community property company will find someone to sue the owner of the house, and then it will be a house auction...

It's that simple.

Who told you not to pay?

Of course, the owner of this kind of house must have a characteristic, that is, the house has been rented out for a long time.

For this kind of house, the owner generally rarely leaves his email address on the information.

If you find a way to get the other party to change the phone number.

This means that the bill notification must be sent by mail.

The next thing is easy.

Muggsy first selects the house that will belong to him.

Because of his business, he is very familiar with the residents in the community.

In order to avoid expensive labor costs, these residents often look for agents to ask for cheaper labor.

Coincidentally.

Muggsy found that one of his partners, the original owner of the house, the Mexican, was reported for illegally carrying black workers, so he was ready to run away in advance.

So he immediately found a homeless man he had worked with before, saying that he could let him live in a free house, and asked the other party to come forward and find the Mexican, saying that he wanted to rent the house.

After all, it was an extra income, and the Mexican agreed.

Muggsy began to pay the rent on time.

This process lasted for more than a year.

The stable rental income also made the owner of the house relax.

In addition, he moved to a new place and a new circle of life, so he didn't pay attention to Los Angeles.

Then he acted according to the plan.

Everything went smoothly.

The only problem is that even if the house is auctioned, the price will be very low, very low, but it is also a sum of money.

So how to get this money?

Here comes Muggsy's trick.

When he felt that the time was right, he called the homeless man he cooperated with, and the two of them dug a big pit in the backyard under the pretext of looking for the cash buried in the backyard by the owner of the house.

Then they drugged, dismembered, and filmed videos.

The poor have always believed that they are penniless, weak and sick, and no one wants their organs, and they are worthless.

In fact, they underestimate themselves.

The heavy-mouthed bloody video can be sold for a lot of money on some curious websites.

Next.

Muggsy did the same thing, constantly luring those fools who trusted him into the house, and then let them dig holes, drug, dismember, torture, and film videos...

Muggsy made more than 50,000 US dollars from eight people.

In the end, he successfully bought the house he had always dreamed of.

But in the backyard of the house, there were eight more corpses of people who died tragically and no one cared about them.

"What a beast!"

Green looked at the dying Muggsy and wanted to do something more ruthless.

Brian smiled and comforted him: "He won't end well."

It just so happened that his research institute had just opened and needed some materials.

For high-quality talents like Muggsy, just give a call, and after the trial, they don't even need to be sent to prison, they can be directly pulled into the research institute for digestion.