Chapter 29 Chapter Twenty Eight

The Pittsburgh Police Department has as many as thirty-two interrogation rooms, none larger than forty square feet.This is yet another one of the "genius" responses implemented by the authorities to deal with the economic crisis.The original large interrogation room was divided into two, no one-way mirror was installed, and only microphones and cameras were used for monitoring. For the first time in his life, McCarthy sat on the other side of the interrogation table. They treated him like a felon, his hands were handcuffed tightly to the two iron pipes on both sides of the table, and his ankles were chained to the chair rung. on the shackles.The tables and chairs were nailed to the floor, and if the interrogating police detective wanted to sit, he had to move the chairs in by himself.The chair the suspect sat on had a slightly forward slope, and McCarthy had to keep moving his hips backwards to keep from sliding off the chair.The design is said to keep criminals on edge, keeping them too busy adjusting their posture to make up lies.

Jason Gregg pushed the door in with an old-fashioned tape recorder for recording statements, closed the door behind him, locked the safety, turned the two switches on the wall to the "off" position, and put the tape recorder on the table. Putting his hands on the table, he looked at McCarthy across the table. "I've turned off the surveillance microphone and camera, and nothing that you and I say will be transmitted. Ian, if you have anything to say, do it now." McCarthy readjusted his sitting posture, and then said slowly, "Jason, how long have we known each other?"

Jason wrenched his fingers and counted: "It's been almost ten years. When we met, you were still partnering with old Malcolm. Later, after you broke up, you started partnering with me. I remember it was in 2000. " "Can you believe that I'm that kind of psycho killer? Jason, you know me, can you believe it?" McCarthy suddenly became excited. But Jason was unmoved at all: "It doesn't matter whether I believe it or not, the key is whether the jury believes it or not—they have evidence, Ian." "Just a pubic hair? Well, I slept with her, so what?"

"Can I start recording?" "No, don't record, put the machine down. If you record, I will deny it. Recordings without a lawyer present are invalid." "Okay." Jason put down the tape recorder, "Tell me what happened?" "I didn't do it, Jason, the murderer was Frank Kepler, that's right! Check the previous two cases, check that car." "Ian, I'll just tell you a little bit more, there's an FBI from Quantico, he's here for you, I think you already know that. He released his A-18 clearance to help We checked the GPS track of your mobile phone and confirmed that you were present at the scene before the first two cases, and Frank's record is clean."

"I told you, the scene was all faked! Frank falsified the scene, as well as his own records! Have you forgotten his relationship with Aximo?" "The car, the fake scene, it's all your idea, Ian, how do I know if it's a feint or not?" McCarthy stared at his former partner for half a minute, as if he didn't know him at all.Jason looked at him, and a smug expression could not be concealed from his face. "Jason, you son of a bitch!" McCarthy almost squeezed the words through his teeth, "It was all your idea, right? You suggested comparing my DNA, trying to put It was you who I put to death. Thanks to me, you are my best friend."

There was no guilt on Jason's face: "You can only blame yourself, Ian. Yes, we were indeed best friends and good partners until you kicked me away." "What the hell are you talking about?" "The Kilgore Trout case, don't tell me you've forgotten it, you only worked on that case in thirteen days, and closed it just the day before I was discharged from the hospital. That's a neat trick, Ian, The credit is all yours, no one can take it, because the only partner who risked his life to help you stop the murderer is lying in the hospital!" "So you've always cared about this." McCarthy was stunned for a while, then suddenly seemed relieved, "Jason, you got what you wanted, this case is yours, a 'sweet revenge', Isn't it? Well, you and I both know that the murderer is not me, let me go now, give me a more comfortable chair, and I will help you figure out the ins and outs of the whole case, you solved the big case, and I Don't want to, what do you think of my wife being my detective?"

"I think you've made a mistake, Ian, and now you're the number one suspect in the 'Coin Killer' case. It's not up to me whether you can get out of here. My job is to ask for a statement, but even if you Not to mention, the evidence compiled by the crime lab and the intelligence and information resource group is enough to prosecute you." McCarthy stood up abruptly and shouted at Jason angrily, "What are you going to do? Do you have to destroy me before you give up?" "You know Kilgore Trout is innocent, right?" Jason Wen answered incorrectly.

McCarthy fell silent suddenly, and slowly sank back into the tense chair. "Remember last year's Thanksgiving? The time I told everyone that I went to the Caribbean for vacation?" Jason continued, "Actually, I didn't go at all. The place I really went was the Ashercliff criminal on the isolated island Mental Asylum. I'm not willing to let the Kilgore Trout case go. It was so rushed, you must have missed something. I brought a A big turkey and a nice bottle of champagne." "Kilgore"--what an affectionate name, McCarthy looked at his former partner without saying a word, and got to know him again.

"Things were easier than I thought," Jason continued unhurriedly. "I thought he was a tough guy, but he's actually very talkative. After a little wine , he was very excited that day, and told me everything about the 'timequake', about the mysterious killer, and about fate - some you know, some you don't. If you know as much as I do, Maybe he wouldn't be sitting here now. "Do you think that Kilgore never tried to save those victims? In fact, he tried many times, but none of them succeeded, and the victims died without exception. Almost took his own life. Besides what you know, he has accumulated a lot of data on 'Timequake', which is stored on a network drive. He told me the username and password, and only told I am alone. That file records all the failed rescue experiences, and the theoretical text he summarized on this phenomenon. You know those papers written by university professors, full of "entropy increase" A word that I don’t understand. After reading it for five minutes, one of my brains was as big as two. But the conclusion is very interesting: He said that it is impossible for human beings to make their destiny develop in a good direction through 'time shock' , if you force it to change it, it's only going to make it worse. Guess what? He's on point, you know the guy who won the million dollar lottery with him for breakfast? I'll check According to his information, the unlucky ghost died in a swamp on the outskirts of Miami three weeks after winning the jackpot. The police only found part of his body-head, one hand and half of a leg. It's all in the crocodile's belly. That case is still unsolved. Well, the story is over, Ian, do you understand what I mean?"

"That's why you muddled things through in the investigation—they couldn't be saved anyway, so why not put yourself in?" "Not only that, but it's also the reason why I turn off my phone at critical moments. Okay, Ian, stop talking nonsense, do you really understand?" "Understand what?" "Understand what? Of course it's your current situation. You want to change history, and you messed up things yourself. Don't blame me or anyone. Even without me, someone else will push you to where you are now , this is a fate that no one can stop, it is God's arrangement. Hey, don't forget, I was not the one who found that pubic hair. Do you know what you are facing? Once you are found guilty, the lightest punishment It's also a life sentence, and they won't grant you parole until you lose all your teeth and have to walk in a wheelchair. And Aximo sent a team of twelve barristers to make sure that Frank Cape Le's charges can be cleared, they will spare no effort to weave all the charges on you alone, because it is related to the confidential information service contract of hundreds of millions of dollars with the government every year, you can't let a fly like Frank Kepler Broken pot of soup. So your best choice now is to cooperate with me and tell me the truth - the truth that you and I can understand, how exactly the Japanese woman died, what happened in that vacation cabin What. And of course I'm going to program it to your best advantage, you know I'm capable of that. Now, Ian, what do you think of that idea?"

McCarthy closed his eyes and let out a long sigh. A minute later, he said wearily: "I'll tell you everything, before that, let me make a call," "You can call after you finish speaking." Jason Gregg took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket and put it on the table. "You can call as many as you want, even if it is my special treatment for my old partner." "I fucking need a lawyer, you bastard!" Jason Greg put away his smile and said slowly: "You know, Ian, if you insist on doing this, then I can't help you with anything." McCarthy's tone began to soften: "Okay, okay..." An hour later, second-level detective Jason Gregg walked out of interrogation room No. 3 with a tape recorder.That confession on tape was enough to make him headlines tomorrow and make him the new rising star of the Pittsburgh Police Department.He left the mobile phone to McCarthy as promised. Anyway, the mobile phone is almost out of battery, and it may be able to make a call for a minute, or two or three minutes. Nothing to lose, why not do it? Of course, in that statement, the tacit understanding between him and McCarthy made them say nothing about the "timequake".