Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 272 This is the only way.

"Um--"

Milo rested his chin on his hand and exchanged a glance with his colleague next to him who was taking notes.

I've never seen anyone so righteous and indignant even after being in an interrogation room.

His colleague subtly gestured to Milo—pointing to his own head.

It means that this guy might not be in a normal mental state.

But Milo doesn't think so.

David Derby's condition looked very familiar to Milo.

The sustained emotional excitement and agitation, the highly tense demeanor, and the anxious body language were not feigned.

Normally, when a murderer vehemently denies his crime, he should try his best to remain calm in front of law enforcement officers and hide his inner fear. But David did not; he directly confessed to killing his wife.

He simply had a different perspective on his act of killing his wife.

Or, as his colleagues think, this guy must have some kind of mental problem.

Or it's a state where the SAN value is about to drop to zero.

So far, Milo has seen many similar precedents. The symptoms of ordinary people with infinitely low sanity are very similar to those of David. Their behavior and speech are close to madness, and their physiology is also trending towards continuous decline and disease.

……

According to his colleagues, if David had a mental problem, then the interrogation would be pointless, and it would be more practical to send him to the hospital for a comprehensive examination and testing.

If the diagnosis is mental illness, then the case is considered closed.

Just throw them into a mental hospital.

But Milo flipped through the documents in his hand and continued to ask David Derby:

"Well then, how about we talk about your wife?"

He turned to the page with the deceased's identity information and looked at the black and white photo of a young woman who was only in her early twenties at the time—Athena White.

This is a petite woman with dark skin, who is quite pretty, but her eyes appear slightly bulging, perhaps due to severe nearsightedness. However, this doesn't detract from her overall charm; it's just that the expression on her face in the photo is somewhat unsettling…

"Why do you say that if you don't kill her, you'll be the one who dies?"

“No, you wouldn’t understand. You just want to get me to the executioner’s block as soon as possible. That’s how your law enforcement works. I want to see my friend, Justin Joffrey. Only he can prove my innocence. Only him…”

David is in very bad condition.

After a period of excitement and exhilaration, his remaining energy was depleted, and he began to feel listless and weak, both mentally and physically.

Milo noticed the change in David's physical condition and asked, "Would you like me to get you something to eat, Mr. Derby?"

He looked like he might faint at any moment.

David, leaning on the table, was panting heavily.

“No, no need. I just haven’t slept in a long time… I’m afraid to sleep. You don’t understand. I’m too afraid to close my eyes. I have to keep an eye on her. I have to stand guard at the cellar door. I have to make sure she’s really dead. I’m afraid I’ll never wake up again if I fall asleep… Gentlemen, I have to see Justin. He’s the only one who knows. Please believe me. I only made the only choice I could make. She has to die.”

“You mean you smashed Asenath’s skull and then stayed in the cellar guarding her body for days? Why did you do that? Did you think she wasn’t quite dead? Or were you afraid the body would come back to life?” Milo guided David in a very calm tone. “I can’t be sure if I really ended her life, that terrible woman, because I can still hear her voice. She’s smiling at me, even when I smashed her skull, she was still smiling…” David covered his face, his voice gradually weakening, as if some terrible memory was surfacing in his mind, causing him great pain.

"So you smashed her face because she was laughing?" Milo glanced down at the description of the crime scene in the file.

“Yes, she kept talking to me, smiling at me. You can’t imagine how terrifying that face was… She was a devil. My God, why was I so blind to fall in love with such a horrible soul? When I smashed half of her face, the other half of her face was still smiling. What’s even more terrifying is that I can still hear her voice, even… even now, I can still hear it… Please, bring Justin here, please…”

David began to tremble violently, his voice grew weaker and weaker, and his words became increasingly incoherent, until finally only meaningless murmurs remained.

Milo watched him calmly from beginning to end, looking at the extremely unstable murderer who had killed his wife.

He was certain that these strange and eccentric behaviors were not feigned; David had no intention of using madness to evade responsibility for murder.

Milo saw it clearly: the fear in David's eyes was real, without a trace of falsehood.

But that doesn't make sense. He's the murderer, and it's confirmed that he killed Asenath. So what is he afraid of?
……

David Derby's voice grew softer and softer until it finally fell silent.

Milo frowned.

He could sense a subtle, almost imperceptible change taking place in the man before him.

“Mr. Derby, you still haven’t told me why you killed Arcenas,” Milo continued to press.

This time, however, he was surprised to find that David Derby, who had raised his head again, no longer had any fear in his eyes. His pupils no longer trembled slightly, but became focused and stable, giving Milo a strong sense of unfamiliarity.

“Derby?” Milo stared into the other’s eyes.

However, David simply looked at Milo quietly and slowly shook his head.

……

"Ok."

Milo shrugged.

It seems that gently coaxing the other party to tell the truth is no longer working.

He didn't understand why David had suddenly changed like this, as if he had instantly transformed into a different person.

However, judging from the other party's attitude, it was clear that there was no point in continuing the interrogation, because no matter what questions Milo asked, David only responded by shaking his head.

……

"Then that's all."

Milo tore off a piece of white paper and pushed it, along with the pen, in front of David.

"Write down Justin Joffrey's address, and we'll ask him about the rest."

David Derby, who had been silent, looked up at Milo, then reached out his left hand, picked up a pen, and wrote an address on a piece of white paper.

……

(End of this chapter)