New Gods of North America.

Chapter 483 Metaphysics
When Wayne returned to the temporary base of the detective agency, he saw Mr. Molière, the current security target and financial sponsor, pestering Lina with Frank's greasy love words.

This guy's condition is actually a bit similar to Tom Hagen's. Both of them are injured and can't calm down. They have to cover their wounds if they move a little. However, Tom Hagen goes to work with his injuries, while this guy picks up girls with his injuries.

The big spider Peter poked his head out from behind Lina's blonde hair, and imitated Wayne's previous move, using one of his long legs to quietly make a "neck-wiping" gesture.

Wayne was a little confused about what it wanted to express, and he didn't dare to nod randomly. He could only think of it as saying hello to him.

It was past dinner time, so Doug asked Liam, who had rushed over from Georgeburg, to be smart and go to the kitchen to work, reheat the vegetable soup for Wayne and the returning agents, and fry some bacon to go with the bread.
Wayne hadn't even had time to warm up his chair in the restaurant when three new pieces of news were waiting for him.

"Sir, Sanders has followed the carriage you indicated earlier and found the other party's destination. It looks like a trading company. The address is 97 Marshall Street."

After finishing the first piece of news, Doug then handed over a note, "This was sent by Reverend Tyrell, saying that you should understand what it means. But the person who came also conveyed Reverend Tyrell's original words, asking you not to reveal any news related to him for the time being."

Wayne took a look and saw four names and corresponding addresses on it. He thought that this should be the clues that Mr. Walter's men currently had about the accomplices of the assassination case.

My goodness, the game of "catching the undercover" was completely spoiled by them.

Of course, Wayne had no intention of increasing his strength. Now that he had already obtained the strategy, the next step was to capture the person in time.

On the contrary, Reverend Tyrell's request was a bit troublesome.

The assassin and his accomplice who has been arrested so far have not revealed any useful information except their sexual orientation.
No matter how smart and capable the detective agency is, it is hard not to suspect the source of the information when they arrest so many people at once for no reason.

After nodding his head in confirmation, Doug continued, "Finally, let's talk about the transfer of agents you arranged today. Damon said that 'that Peter' happened to show up in public at Georgeburg recently, and the other agents couldn't control Miss Emma, so Liam and 'Chameleon' were temporarily sent over. If you specifically request him, I'll send a pigeon over and he can come over tonight."

Wayne had no objection to this. When it came to stealth tracking, Damon's "fiddler crab" was no match for Liam's "glass" and "chameleon".
He just thought about it and asked again: "Where is Conor? He went to track down the people who attacked Mr. Morrie. What happened next?"

"Conor had come back earlier, but after seeing the note, Miss Inessa sent him out again, asking him to at least keep an eye on the person at the top of the list on the note. Judging from the address, Miss Inessa thought that guy was most likely the leader of this group."

Not bad, not bad. You can’t wait for me for everything.

Soon Liam brought the food over with a grin on his face. Wayne ate it first and Doug was tactful enough not to stand by and watch.

Before leaving, Liam imitated Wayne's usual naughty behavior and tried to tease the parrot on the windowsill. Then the parrot bit a pecan with a crunch, and he was so scared that he quickly retracted his hand.

Don't think this parrot is not a bird of prey just because it doesn't dare to mess with owls and peregrine falcons...

That thing can eat macadamia nuts as rations. If it weren't for its weak flying ability, it would be like a flying vice.

……

After dinner, more than half of the personnel in the temporary base gathered together, leaving the reluctant Lina and several agents to guard the house and serve as bodyguards for Mr. Morrie, and continue to scan fingerprints from the evidence.

A few people went to the designated location to keep watch, and the rest followed Wayne to the police station, intending to make a show first, and then turn around and arrest people. To be honest, if there were no additional sources of information, the detective agency could catch the murderer gang in one fell swoop with just the clues that were now on the surface. This kind of thing would always seem a bit suspicious and magical to outsiders.
But Reverend Tyrell had given such an important clue, and it would be unreasonable for the detective agency not to give him this face. So Wayne thought about it for a while and felt that this play could only be performed in the direction of "metaphysics".

When we arrived at the police station, we met Sheriff William again. He was a little surprised to see the scene at the detective agency. "Did you find any new clues?"

Wayne tried to get into character and started to act mysterious. “I actually know a special interrogation method. It was originally kept secret, but this case has been investigated for so long without any progress, so we can only give it a try.”

The news quickly spread in the police station by this big mouth.

Perhaps it was because the detective agency's previous ability to use fingerprints to solve cases attracted a lot of people's attention, so when the accomplice of the assassination murderer who Wayne specifically asked to be interrogated first was brought to the interrogation room, many police officers on duty followed him.

Wayne was sitting in the interrogation room when he suddenly looked back and saw a bunch of heads sticking out from the door frame. He almost had a stress reaction out of shock.

In other words, he was still relatively calm, otherwise Sheriff William would have to take the blame for this "headshot case at the police station".

Inesa sat beside him, and Doug stood behind him.

The assassin's accomplice named "Steve" was shackled and locked across the interrogation table from Wayne.

Wayne recalled the movies and TV series he had watched and began to compose lines:

"Steve, right? I know you don't want to reveal the situation of you, your partner, and your companions, but we now have a preliminary understanding of the situation and know that you should be a gang."

The guy looked at the situation inside and outside the interrogation room, seemed quite alert, and directly refuted, "I don't have any accomplices! It's useless for you to induce a confession. I don't know anything irrelevant."

Well……

Wayne could tell that this guy was probably not from a wealthy family, otherwise his lines would be something like "I won't say anything until my lawyer arrives."

Maybe there is a little bit of prejudice and discrimination, but nowadays people's knowledge level is almost linked to their family background. If ordinary people want to grow, they mainly rely on "self-study" and "experience".
It's not that it's impossible to become successful. In fact, people who grow up like this are often more capable than those from wealthy families. But if we talk about the comprehensiveness of their knowledge, it's inevitable that they will be a little biased.

Taking advantage of the fact that there were onlookers who could help with publicity and testimony for free, Wayne tried to lead the other party into the ditch:
"Have you heard of 'micro-expressions'? It's normal if you haven't heard of them. In the 'academy', this is still a new subject that needs to be further explored by scholars.

"The principle is actually very simple - people will inadvertently reveal their true inner thoughts under the influence of their subconscious mind. Just like you are trying to touch your nose now, which is a typical reaction of guilt.

"Ah? A poker face? Actually, this is useless. Just like the masters in the casino can see the size of other people's cards, whether it is the unconscious twitching of facial nerves, changes in breathing frequency, or the shrinkage of pupils, in the eyes of professionals who study micro-expressions, they are no different from direct confession.

"Hmm... your surprise lasted more than a second, which means you were probably pretending. Since you don't believe it, let's try and find out."

(End of this chapter)