The Devil Comes to America

Chapter 181: Why!
Jia Yu cooperated and took notes in the interrogation room.

According to his description, Kendi was a racist who liked to bully others. He was often discriminated against by Kendi because of his skin color, and his roommate was often bullied.

Although the police officer who recorded the video did not care that the black person was a racist, fortunately there was a premise of a bully in the front.

When asked why he appeared there, Jia Yu said that he was an intern at Dark Gold Pharmaceuticals. He needed this job opportunity and heard that Xiong En Bazel would appear there, so he prepared to queue up overnight to see if he could meet his future boss and get a chance to become a regular employee.

How should I put it? It's a bit far-fetched, but it makes sense logically.

When asked why he went somewhere else when he was supposed to go to the queue to see Xiong En, he said that he was troubled by Kendi when he was in the queue, but was stopped by the security there.

And Kendi was scared away by the security guards' guns.

He knew it was not safe here, so he wanted to leave quickly, but he didn't expect that Kennedy didn't leave.

This is easy to prove, as the surveillance cameras near the queue are all there, but as for other places, many of them have been destroyed.

Who are the people gathered there now? Destroying surveillance is already a basic operation.

And Jia Yu was the victim, so just asking these questions was enough. They asked in detail because they hoped to help their colleagues complete the chain of evidence for legal shooting.

Although Jia Yu's expression did not change, when he saw the two police officers packing up their things, he knew that everything should be fine.

However, the two police officers who were about to leave suddenly looked puzzled, then stood up and turned off the camera. Jia Yu looked up and found that the flashing red dot on the camera was gone.

"Can I go now?" Jia Yu asked.

"Theoretically, it's possible," said a police officer, "but someone wants to see you."

Two police officers walked out and one walked in.

Jia Yu knew who this man was, the LAPD chief, the hero Jim.

Jim walked in and closed the door. He sat opposite Jia Yu and suddenly said, "You said it very well, without any loopholes, and it even helped us a lot. But I want to say, it's a very exciting crime, isn't it?"

Jia Yu's expression remained unchanged: "What do you mean?"

Jim laughed. "You have a strong mentality, kid. I can see that."

"If you mean that my expression doesn't change," Jia Yu said calmly, "You may be disappointed, Director Jim. If you check my file at school, you will know that I have an affective disorder."

Jim opened his mouth and looked at the other person's calm face. Jim always felt that this feeling was a little familiar.

But Jim still said: "Since you know me, you should understand that I am different from others. Do you want to hear a story?"

“It seems like I have no other choice.”

"There was a kid who was always bullied. One day, he thought of a way to deal with the guy who bullied him without having to do it himself."

"The starting point of all this is the skin color of the guy who bullied his own people. This kid found a place with poor public security, and then tried to get connected with this place, giving himself a reasonable reason to be there, after all, his school and this neighborhood are not in the same city."

"Because of public security issues, the police patrolling here are more cautious and sensitive. He led the guy who bullied him to this place, and then calculated the time for the police patrol to let himself be caught by the other party, so that the police could see that he was being bullied or robbed, but he had to let the police see that the guy was violent." "Then, when the police car came to stop the incident, he stuffed the gun that he had prepared long ago into the guy who bullied him. He would remind the police that this person had a gun, and the guy's skin color became the reason for his death."

Jim looked at Jia Yu with a smile: "What do you think of this story?"

Jia Yu shook his head: "I don't think it's very good."

"Oh?" Jim looked at Jia Yu who had fallen into the trap and smiled, "What's wrong with that?"

Jia Yu replied: "In your story, the root of all this is that these policemen are a group of racists who want to shoot when they see black people, but this is completely inconsistent with reality, isn't it, Sheriff Jim?"

The smile on Jim's face froze instantly.

What the fuck is this angle???
Jim originally wanted to use a line of reasoning to break this kid's defense. If he did this, then there would definitely be a flaw. If he didn't do this, then all this was a coincidence, and he would say that he was wronged.

But how did you bring this up as a racist thing?
But just from this reaction, Jim could at least judge that this kid must have a strong mental quality.

As for why Jim had to keep an eye on Jia Yu, the reason was simple. Kennedy's identity was not simple, and it was almost impossible for the people behind him to accept that his child was legally shot and killed by his own police officers.

If he wanted to save his police officer, the least damaging way was to find a new target of hatred. That was why Jim came in person. And he didn't think he had done anything wrong. The boy in front of him must be unclean!

At this point, Jim smiled and said, "I'm not done with my story yet."

"You continue."

"However, this child is not a professional after all. He is very smart, but modern criminal investigation always gives people surprises. For example, will there be fingerprints of the child on the gun? The origin of the gun can be traced with modern technology, and the Locard Principle of Material Exchange can let us know who has touched the gun."

Jim smiled and looked at Jia Yu: "So, this is a nearly perfect crime, isn't it? He won all the logic, but he will eventually lose to science."

Jim looked at Jia Yu: "Do you have anything to say?"

"Are you doubting that I did all this?"

"I didn't say that. I was just telling you a story, wasn't I?" Jim launched a psychological offensive.

"Tell the truth." Jia Yu said calmly; "There are actually many loopholes in this, but my major is not law. Reasoning is reasoning, evidence is evidence, isolated evidence is isolated evidence, and trial is trial. Even if it is a trial, your story, even if true, does not constitute any felony. So, if you doubt me, you can issue an arrest warrant for me."

Jia Yu stood up as he spoke: "If you don't plan to send it, I'll leave first."

Jim said calmly, "We need your cooperation in the investigation now. Son, you may have to stay in LAPD for at least 24 hours."

Jia Yu did not resist, but just sat back.

"Let's continue chatting." Jim said, "I like chatting with you."

Jia Yu smiled and said, "You said that you need me to cooperate with the investigation, so I have nothing to say. I will exercise my right to remain silent under the Fifth Amendment of the Constitution and ask the LAPD to notify my school, California Institute of Technology, that I need legal assistance from the school. Other than that, I will not say another word until my lawyer comes."

Jim's eyes widened.

He finally knew where this damn feeling came from!
This is a familiar conversation. Isn’t this what the boss said when he first met him?
Why! Why do these Orientals play with this thing so fancy! And the angles can be so tricky!
(End of this chapter)