Legendary FBI Detective

Four hours later, in the interrogation room of the No. 5 investigation team.

Fletcher was handcuffed to a chair, his body trembling, and he kept yawning.

"Fletcher."

Roan and Lacey walked into the interrogation room with a bunch of things. After the two sat down, Lacey stared at Fletcher, told the time of the four robberies one by one, and asked:

"Where were you at these four time points?"

"I……"

Fletcher rolled his eyes a few times and replied in a low voice:

"I'm on a business trip."

"Yeah?"

Hearing this, Lacey curled her lips in disdain, took out the notebook that Roan had just brought back from her side, opened it, showed the contents to Fletcher, and said in a cold voice:

"Fletcher, we don't have time to talk nonsense with you, you better hurry up and tell the truth.

The writing in this notebook is exactly the same as what the two robbers did in the four bank robberies!

And we also know about your expulsion from the New York port, your so-called business trip... Hehe, what the hell is going on? "

Yes, in a notebook Roan had found in Fletcher's bedroom, several pages were filled with steps from the four previous robberies.

In the early stage of investigation, the police used the reporter to check the spots, and how to avoid the camera after robbing the bank, so that the police could not find their own shadow.

How to deceive the police, stick tattoo stickers on some easily exposed parts of the body, and "inadvertently" let the witnesses at the scene see...

In short, the content in the notebook contains the entire bank robbery plan, as well as most of the problems that may be encountered during the bank robbery process, and specific solutions.

From Luo An's point of view, the words in the notebook, apart from not writing about how to launder money after robbing the bank, and a few minor flaws.

For the rest, as long as you act according to the contents in the notebook, the chances of success in robbing the bank are very high.

"What did you say?"

After listening to Lacey's words, and seeing the notebook in front of him again, Fletcher's eyes bulged for an instant, and he became energetic in an instant, and shouted loudly:

"It's not me, it's really not me! It's just a script!"

"script?"

When Luo An and Lacey heard this, Qiqi was stunned.

"That's right, it's the script!"

Seeing the expressions on the faces of the two people opposite, Fletcher licked his chapped lips, and began to speak quickly.

"Two months ago, my wife had a car accident..."

According to Fletcher, after his beloved wife died in a car accident, he should have burst into tears.

But for some reason, Fletcher just couldn't cry, and his daily life continued to move forward, as if his wife had never appeared.

After numbly disposing of his wife's body and inviting relatives and friends to the funeral, Fletcher felt like an outsider, all of which had nothing to do with him.

Until he was slapped by his wife's sister.

"I covered my face and drove home that day."

Fletcher trembled, covering his cheeks with his hands and crying:

"The moment I lay on the bed, my tears suddenly flowed down, and I couldn't stop it..."

Hearing Fletcher's narration, Lacey frowned slightly, and tilted her head to look at Roan. Seeing this, Roan was silent for a few seconds, and explained in a low voice:

"A human emergency defense mechanism.

When faced with a catastrophic event that suddenly happened to them and they are completely unable to change, some people's brains will block this event, pretending that such a thing never happened, and let themselves move on.

This kind of thing is very common. In weak cases, like a girl who was molested when she was a child, or like Fletcher, who suddenly encountered the death of a relative, they would subconsciously ignore the catastrophic event until they suddenly remembered it later.

The more serious situation is schizophrenia. The victim imagines a person in his head to bear the suffering instead of himself, and he forgets these things and moves on. "

When Mona pointed to the computer and described the situation before, Roan had this idea, but there was no evidence at the time.

Lacey frowned, nodded, turned to look at Fletcher, her expression remained unchanged, she patted the notebook on the table, and continued to ask:

"What does this have to do with the script you mentioned?"

Fletcher wiped away tears and continued to narrate.

After crying all night, Fletcher learned the news that he was fired from the New York dock the next day.

After a whole day of silence, Fletcher chose to put aside the expulsion, and he had more important things to do next.

"When my wife was still alive, she once told me that because of marrying me, she lost the chance to realize her dream."

Fletcher rubbed the marks of the ring on his finger with a reminiscing expression on his face.

Because of his family, his wife has been a devout Christian since childhood.

As a good girl who believed in God, she never got a tattoo, never stole from another woman, never smoked leaves, never ate flour, never went to a strip club, never...

Never too much.

Not only that, his wife has always had a dream, that is to become a screenwriter, so that the stories she writes can appear on the big screen in Hollywood.

"So, for the rest of my life, I will one by one realize the dreams my wife told me when she was alive."

The content in the notebook is one of the stories Fletcher wrote in order to realize his wife's dream of becoming a screenwriter.

Thinking of the character and experience of Fletcher in the first half of his life introduced by Mona, Roan and Lacey frowned, believing half of it.

Because Fletcher still hasn't said where he was at the time of the four bank robberies.

Seeing Roan and Lacey still sitting on the chairs, looking at him quietly, Fletcher was silent for a while, and finally sighed:

"When the four robberies happened, I went to New Jersey and bought some leaves and flour from the Hyena Gang.

The flour you just saw in the bedroom is what I bought from the Hyena Helper.

At that time, I just bought a small packet, I thought it would be fine if I only ate it once, but I didn’t expect to buy more and more..."

Hearing this, Roan frowned.

No wonder Fletcher collapsed on the ground just now. It turned out that the flour was bought from the Hyena Gang.

The flour in the hands of the Hyena Gang is all fentanyl added.

Toxicity and Addictiveness of Fentanyl…

After listening to Fletcher's narration, the two discussed for a while, and Lacey got up and left the interrogation room.

Fletcher said that he had been living in a hotel in New Jersey for a few days because he was afraid that the police would find him possessing flour on the road.

She is now going to check the surveillance and witnesses of that hotel.

"Very well, Mr. Fletcher, let us assume for the time being that what you just said is true."

Looking away from the door of the interrogation room that was closed by Lacey, Roan returned his attention to Fletcher and said with a serious expression:

"But the text in your notebook is exactly the same as the four robberies, which means that the robbers definitely have contact with you! They may even be your relatives and friends.

I now want you to think carefully, who else has read the contents of the notebook except you! "

"That's too much, Mr. Detective."

Fletcher showed a wry smile, indicating the contents of the notebook. In the past four months, he has sought help from many relatives and friends for inspiration.

Although some people felt that they had misread Fletcher and ignored him.

But there are also some who choose to believe in Fletcher. They have known and helped each other for many years. They don't believe that Fletcher is that kind of indifferent person.

Roan frowned, and continued to ask after a few seconds of silence:

"Which of these people have been in the army? Is there a police force? Or join special departments such as SWAT?"

"this……"

Fletcher lowered his head and frowned and thought about it. After a long time, he shook his head:

"It seems not, Mr. Detective."

Roan raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, and just about to speak, Fletcher suddenly slapped his arm, raised his head and said:

"By the way, Mr. Detective, I remembered something."