"Also quibble!"

Carl shouted loudly and said angrily: "The cheating people always think that the whole world cheats like you, right? You framed Reiner (a young man in the Lotus Community) and blamed all the blame on Brick. Now you point out that you are the physical evidence of the murderer. What do you think is the frame-up? Do you still want to slander us for finding someone to put it in? Want to be added to the crime of slandering public officials?"

Bronchi was detained for about forty hours in a row, and was not as energetic as he was at the beginning. He was afraid of saying the wrong thing, so he simply remained silent exhausted.

But micro-actions cannot deceive people.

He strongly denied that when others framed him, his feet were closed and his hands were closed, and he was extremely guilty.

Carl advises:

"You said now that you still have time, you want to go back and have a good night's sleep, right? Do you know that because of you, many people can't sleep? My colleagues in the surveillance room are racing against time to check the surveillance you have appeared every day. Before you were arrested, you had watched the surveillance for the entire 72 hours. Bronchi, you dare to admit it if you dare to do it! Do you think that if you are stubborn, you can keep your reputation?"

Carl took out a stack of information from the bottom.

This was found by Dalton working overtime.

Pets who have been treated by Bronchi before had to undergo surgery but had no surgery or had a small wound.

It is not difficult to retrieve these medical records. Among these pets, dogs are the majority. They choose a few typical ones and take them back to the forensic department to take a video. After simulating the wound, they found that these pets were not without surgery, but were pierced by sharp sand and stones in a hidden position and cut off the lesions.

No matter how smooth the sand and stone are polished, the hardness is no match for the scalpel and there will be residual ingredients.

"Smart is just mistaken by cleverness. You manipulate the super power of sand, do experiments on animals, and your pet hospital nurses can testify. What else can you make a quibble! Sand super power!"

Carl scolded him with a strong aura and trained the tall Bronchi, who was nearly 50 years old, as if he was a grandson and had a strong aura.

Although Bronchi had no expression on his face and his movements were dull, his eyes were filled with shock and sudden incidents.

His breathing was stagnant, his pupils were dilated and retracted. Finally, he moved slightly, pretending to lean on the back of the chair easily, his movements were stiff.

He was still silent. This time he was not resisting, but had nothing to say.

Yesterday afternoon, he met a lawyer, who was quite confident in him and told him that if he was innocent, he would be lenient and would not be afraid of admitting it if he participated. But don’t say too much, as long as he said it, he would not go out to the gate of the detention center intact.

But now, he was judged by Carl and had nothing to say.

Because these are all true!

No matter how secretly he was, the nurses in the pet hospital knew that Bronchi would avoid everyone and treat dogs that needed surgery. After the treatment, the nurse would occasionally see bloody stone tablets.

But who would have thought of the super-powerful thing?

Even he himself forgot that these experiments he had done on his pets would be used as evidence of guilt.

"Besides the bloody sand, guess what else we found? You've been to the shoe prints of the Bald Tom's shoes."

A powerful army of generals.

Inspector Ka was very satisfied when he saw the shocking reaction in Bronchi's eyes.

Carl slowly put out a few shoe prints photos and said:

"I found a few rooftops in your home. People disinfect and clean the pet hospital every day, and your home can also clean it. The only place you don't want to clean frequently is the rooftop where you smoke. Why? Not long after quitting smoking?"

"Sir, I also said last time that shoe prints cannot explain anything. Different shoe soles are the same. Are they all murderers?"

Bronchi felt his throat tight and his voice was a little fluttering, but he finally found his voice.

"I also said that the sole pattern is not the only, walking habits and wear are the only ones. All the sole wear conditions are the same as those of Tom's shoes. The shoe prints found on your rooftop. Oh, I forgot to tell you that the shoe prints on your rooftop are very clear, and even the gaps burned by smoke are exactly the same. Why? Is it true that someone used the same pair of shoes to frame you on the rooftop?"

Carl said slowly with sarcastic expression:

"About three or four years ago, you reached an agreement with the man in black coat. You helped them make caves and make human oil candles. So after Tom finished killing people, you took away the fat and fat-rich internal organs, and came back and handed them to Brick, boiled oil and made candles. All this was secret. You hid yourself very steadily until Brick was caught. You expected this day, so you explained to Brick in advance. Once you were caught, you destroyed the Sitiserbian building. This was what Brick told us." Carl said too much in one breath, took a deep breath, and continued:

"Mr. Bronge, please tell me if your sand super system comes with it or is it given to you by a man in black coat? How do you know that the super system can be transferred? Where did the vegetable personality Winter come from?"

"I don't know what you're talking about, I don't know anything, I'm not doing anything."

Bronchi repeats his lies.

"Since Mr. Bronge is so stubborn, I think, even if you ask you, you will say that you don't know your wife's condition. I said yesterday that I can give you an answer today."

"What did you do to her?!"

"Legal physical examination, legal biochemical examination," Carl flipped the drawing in front of Bronchi, "Where did the astrocytoma go? What did it become? Are you curious? You are a veterinarian, but you don't understand why your wife is not alive, right?"

"No...you don't touch her!"

"We are compliant and legal. We summon your wife to cooperate with the investigation and will not cause any illegal trampling on the rights of citizens. On the contrary, Mr. Bronchi, because of your non-cooperation, a lot of manpower and material resources have been wasted. Why do you have to struggle more? Gwenter has been shot dead by my colleague on the spot, and the man in black coat was also driven away by my senior brother. Bald Tom, who has been shot dead by my colleague on the road. I believe you have read the news, but Shady, who has a good attitude of confessing guilt, is now in federal prison, continue to study what she likes, Mr. Bronchi, consider clearing

Chu, you did something wrong, but you can repent. The judge will give you a new opportunity based on your attitude of admitting your mistakes. You should voluntarily admit your guilt. Your attitude is good. The law stipulates that you should be lenient. If you give up a scrutiny, you are a smart person with conclusive evidence. Those who make mistakes like you have received the punishment they deserve. Even Brick, who killed so many people, cannot be sentenced to death because of the circumstances of confession. Instead, we will be suspended. If you perform well in prison, you can still be sentenced to fixed-term imprisonment. Your life is so hopeless. Do you have to go against yourself? In the case of conclusive evidence?"

"My wife...what is the case? What did you find out?" Bronchi took Carl's long speech as P and suddenly asked his wife.

"Non-human cells."
Chapter completed!