Chapter 382: Chapter 239 Borrowing a Gun to Kill (Monthly Ticket Bonus)_2
He exchanged a greeting with the patrolling Keeper.
Pyle was then taken alone to a small room.
Unsure if it was despair for his future or lingering sorrow for little Suliya’s death, Pyle had fresh tear stains on his face; he had clearly cried again after the interrogation.
"It’s clear you really cared about Suliya."
Dean took out a cigarette and tossed it in front of Pyle. "Actually, I understand. Everyone has the right to like someone; it’s just that the person you chose is... rather special."
Pyle looked up, surprised and suspicious. Seeing the sincerity on Dean’s face, his lips quivered, words caught in his throat.
Dean continued, "I saw self-blame, distress, and regret in your eyes... That’s why I decided to see you again, Pyle. I have good news and bad news. Which do you want to hear first?"
"The good news, I guess," Pyle said indifferently.
"Something quite interesting happened after your interrogation. The murderer who killed Suliya and her family turned herself in. Her name is Krami; she’s a lawyer. She voluntarily confessed to killing Suliya’s family, detailed the crime, and disclosed the location of the murder weapon. Although some details are still questionable, your suspicion has been temporarily lifted. So, in principle, you can leave, provided your parents come to bail you out."
At the mention of Krami’s name, Pyle’s eyes twitched, a fierce look flashing across his face. But seeing Dean watching him, he quickly lowered his head and said softly, "My parents aren’t in California. I can retain a lawyer."
"Sorry, a lawyer might not be enough, because you’re also implicated in voyeurism and indecency charges!" Dean rapped on the table. "You know what’s in your room and on your computer! We’re concerned that if you leave, you might harm other minors, so we must inform your parents. You have the right to bail, but you’ll need to wear an electronic monitoring ankle bracelet, you won’t be allowed to leave Los Angeles, and you could face prosecution at any time until a psychologist assesses your risk level."
Pyle was stunned. He mechanically lifted his head. "You looked at my computer, and you’re planning to tell my parents all this?"
"Yes. Not just the files on your computer, but also your browsing history—all of it has been documented. It might be presented to the judge and jury during the trial. After all, it’s part of the evidence."
"NO!" At this moment, a surge of courage Pyle didn’t know he possessed welled up within him. He roared at Dean, "I’d rather you charge me with murder than have all this laid out in front of everyone! You bastards! You’re violating my privacy!"
Dean remained unmoved, shrugging. "Sorry, a criminal’s evidence isn’t considered private. In fact, you’re likely to become a media sensation for a while. Everyone who knows you—your classmates, teachers, relatives—will get to reacquaint themselves with the real you. Then they’ll exclaim, ’Wow, so Pyle was actually *that* kind of person.’ Tsk. I think once you get out, you should look into immigrating. No, that’s not right.
" Dean smiled. "With your particular criminal record, immigration will probably be impossible. Even if you stow away, you won’t be able to legalize your status. You’ll have to live your entire life as a sewer rat, evading everyone’s gaze. Just like..." Dean drew a cigarette from the pack, waving it in front of Pyle, whose veins were now bulging on his forehead. "...just like you thought you could possess little Suliya, but in the end, you could only watch her corpse lie before you. Your cowardice made you lose her forever!"As his inner ugliness was peeled away layer by layer, Pyle could no longer comprehend how Dean knew all this.
"FUCK YOU!" He lunged up from his chair, mouth agape, wanting to tear a chunk of flesh from this detestable man to vent the humiliated fury of his complete exposure.
BANG! Pyle shot up unexpectedly, but was slammed back down even more swiftly.
Dean’s hand, like an iron clamp, gripped Pyle’s contorted face, forcefully pressing him back into his seat before slamming his head onto the table.
Glaring at Dean through his fingers, Pyle struggled desperately. He realized that despite his all-out effort, he couldn’t break free; he only managed to smear Dean’s hand with his snot and tears.
Pinning him down, Dean squatted, his other hand casually twirling the cigarette. He mocked, "I’m quite curious. You dare attack a detective in a police station, yet you just watched your precious Suliya die before your very eyes? What were you thinking? I’m relieved Suliya died without ever knowing you existed. Imagine her despair otherwise. A cowardly clown, claiming to love her, yet you stood by and let her entire family be killed, let *her* be killed, without daring to make a single move."
"NO!!!" Pyle completely broke down. He stopped struggling, his eyes vacant, watching the cigarette waving through the gaps between Dean’s fingers. He murmured, "That bitch lied to me... She said if I tricked them into opening the door, I could have Suliya... But when it was over, all I saw was her corpse!"
So, he was the door-trickster! Dean realized. No wonder there were almost no traces of Pyle at the scene.
Dean’s hand movements continued, the cigarette flicking with increasing speed and rhythm. His voice became hollow, seeming to emanate from everywhere and nowhere at once, an ethereal sound that seemed to speak directly to Pyle’s innermost thoughts. "Then do you want to help Suliya get her revenge? If you tell us everything you know, her killer will receive the punishment they deserve!"
"I don’t know..." Pyle’s vacant, unfocused eyes flickered with turmoil and hatred. "That woman... she found out I was peeping. She threatened me and used Suliya to lure me, making me cooperate. I only knew there was one accomplice with her. He was bald and kept muttering about ’that damned drug lord.’ I don’t know anything else. I don’t even know how to find her to get my revenge! She made me lose Suliya forever! I’ll kill her! I’LL KILL HER! AARGH! I’LL KILL HER!"
Under the onslaught of intense emotions, Pyle’s previously unfocused eyes began to dart around rapidly. Seeing this, Dean knew the hypnotic suggestion had failed. Fortunately, the seed had been planted.
He withdrew the hand that had been pressing Pyle down, wiped it disdainfully, and then said to Pyle, who had regained his composure and was now staring at him coldly, "Glaring at me won’t change the fact that you’re a coward. Contact your lawyer for bail. Coward!"
With that, Dean turned and left.
...
「In the afternoon.」
A dispirited Pyle walked out of the precinct, accompanied by a middle-aged man who regarded him with disdain.
To prevent his parents from finding out, he had paid a hefty sum to hire a lawyer to bail him out.
Even so, an electronic ankle monitor had already been fitted to his leg. He could not leave Los Angeles before his trial. As for the trial’s outcome... Pyle didn’t dare to think about it. My future is basically ruined.
And Suliya! My beautiful Suliya!
Just as he was walking, distraught, through the corridor, a Black police officer passed by, holding a cell phone and complaining, "FUCK! That bitch Krami fooled us! Everything she said was fake. But she applied for bail and will be able to leave soon..."
Pyle froze. Krami, that bitch, is right here in this precinct? And she’s about to be released?
...
「Half an hour later.」
A woman with a grim expression walked out of the central precinct.
That damned detective, for some reason, had decided her power of attorney was a forgery. Consequently, she had been interrogated, and they had used the time to compare handwriting samples.
Although this incident could significantly impact her career, she didn’t care. According to her plan, once the family annihilation case was resolved, she would apply for immigration, settle down somewhere no one knew her, and enjoy a life free of contemptible men.
But now, everything had changed!
I hope that freak Pyle sticks to the plan! the woman sighed inwardly.
Suddenly, just as she stepped out of the precinct entrance, her eyes widened. The man who had abruptly appeared before her left her utterly dumbstruck. She couldn’t comprehend why she was seeing *him* right outside the police station.
The next moment—BANG! BANG! BANG! The sound of gunfire was incessant.
By the time the entrance guard—who had hidden at the first sound of gunfire and only cautiously peeked out after it stopped—tiptoed closer, two bodies already lay on the cold ground...