Los Angeles Detective

  Chapter 107 Interrogation

   Luke and others escorted Benjamin Naxi back to the police station.

  Deputy Director Ruide personally greeted him downstairs.

   "Luke, I've heard it all. You did a great job." Reid took the lead in applauding, "After two days of busy work, I must buy you a drink and listen to you talk about your experience tonight."

   Luke smiled, "One cup is not enough."

   "Then you won't get drunk or go home. I like you the most in the entire police department, bar none." Reid praised without hesitation.

   "Wow..." Luke is a little flattered.

  Xiao Hei stood beside him with a look of envy.

  He really hoped that the dog met him.

  The deputy team twitched, "Rett didn't lie, you are indeed his type.

   You can guarantee the detection rate, and you don’t need overtime pay. He loves you to death. "

   It is the captain level who really wants the players to work overtime.

  Because their primary responsibility is to ensure the detection rate.

   It's different again at the level of the bureau chief.

  The case detection rate is one aspect, and the funding is also one aspect.

  The Los Angeles Police Department has more than 10,000 police officers, and the annual overtime pay is astronomical. How to save money is the primary concern of each department.

   This is why lapd likes to engage in prosecution and defense transactions, the fundamental purpose is to save money.

  A very realistic question.

  Red came here not only to praise Luke, but also to supervise the handling of the case.

  The case is closely watched by the higher authorities, and the sooner the case is solved, the better.

  Under Rhett's urging, they could only interrogate overnight.

  After resting for half an hour.

  Luke and Xiao Hei entered the interrogation room with coffee cups.

  Actually, Rhett and Susan hope that the deputy team will interrogate the suspect together. Although this old man is not popular, he has rich experience in handling cases and is safe.

  The deputy team is unwilling.

  Before, he had always suspected that Badman Pall was the murderer, and he even argued with Luke about it.

   Well, before it was over night, Luke arrested Benjamin Naxi, and he didn't say anything, feeling a little embarrassed.

  Since Luke is very capable, let him be in charge of the interrogation.

  What is his interrogation now? Those who don’t know think he wants to take credit.

  He is an old man, and he can still work for a few years, why bother?

  Luke turned on the law enforcement recorder and asked sternly, "Name?"

   "Benjamin Nassi."

   "Do you know why you were arrested?"

   "No."

   "Banjamin, you know what you have committed.

  These charges are enough to put you in the electric chair, and the only way to reduce your sentence is to cooperate with the police. "

  Benjamin Naxi probed, "Detective Luke, what crime have I committed?"

   "You killed Haiyan Zhang, the owner of the white long-haired dog, as well as Riley Harry, Badman Pall, and Santos Mending.

  The case has been investigated very clearly, so it is useless for you to quibble. "

  Benjamin Naxi closed his eyes, pondered for a long time, it was hard to quibble, "You're right, I killed these people."

   After speaking, he himself breathed a sigh of relief and slumped on the chair.

   Luke strikes while the iron is hot, "Why kill them?"

  Benjamin Naxi let out a long sigh, "Because they don't belong to this city at all."

   "Do you have a problem with immigration policy?"

  "Yes, Los Angeles has enough population, and there is no need to immigrate. Even if immigrant, it should be to introduce some scientific and technological talents, such as big shots like Musk, who can increase local employment.

   Instead of introducing some people with low education and low quality, their arrival will only take away the original few social resources. "

  Luke followed his words and asked, "You mean Santos Mending."

   "That's right, don't look at his honesty on the surface, he is actually a terrible guy. When he first arrived at the car repair shop, his skills were very average, and he couldn't do many things well. He was often scolded by the car repair shop owner Carus.

  I taught him a lot of things, he studied very seriously and was very polite to me.

  After he learned it, I was fired by the car repair shop. "

   "You think you got fired from the garage because of Santos?"

  "Santos worked very hard. He never fished during work, worked hard without complaint, and his salary was only three-fifths of mine. Carus, a miser, likes such employees.

  I know you might want to say 'Hey, it's not Santos' fault, you didn't work hard and that's why you got fired. '

   But I am not an isolated case. A large number of immigrants enter Los Angeles. If they want to live, they will grab the jobs of the aboriginals. Unemployed aboriginals like me abound.

  We could have lived a good life, had a stable job, a loving family, and spent time with our wives and children after work.

  It’s different now, we have to compete with immigrants, put in more effort and take up more time, but the income is reduced instead.

   It's unfair and it shouldn't be.

  Why don't they live in their own country, they can work hard in their own country, why go to Los Angeles to take our jobs.

  I hate Santos Mendin, I taught him the skills, but he made me lose my job.

  My wife left me, and my daughter doesn’t want to see me, so I have nothing left?

   Isn't it his fault?

   Shouldn't he be dead? "

   Benjamin Naxi put his hands on his forehead and covered his eyes, but tears still flowed down the corners of his eyes, "My family and my life have been ruined."

   Luke waited for him to stabilize, and handed him some tissues, "When did you kill Santos?"

  "In the early morning of the 29th, I came home from the bar and saw this bastard's car, and the **** was honking at me. I stopped the car in a fit of anger and killed him."

  Luke can probably guess the situation. A drunk man is walking on a catwalk by the side of the road. He might also honk the horn to remind him.

   "How did you kill him?"

   "Use a gun."

  Luke looked at the notebook, and the time was wrong. According to the forensic doctor, Santos died between the morning of March 30 and the early morning of April 1.

   According to Benjamin Nassi's description, the crime was committed thirty hours earlier.

  Luke drew the mark and asked calmly, "How did you dispose of the corpse?"

   "After the shooting, I was also taken aback, and my head came to my senses, knowing that it was over.

  I shouldn't be drinking so much, and I shouldn't be carrying a gun, I screwed up.

  I have conflicts with Santos, and now that he is dead, the police must suspect me.

  At first I wanted to bury the body on the spot, but I was afraid that the body would be found by the police and find me.

   Later, I decided to dispose of the body and create an alibi for myself.

   To this end, I also made two plans. "

Benjamin Nassi sighed, as if he didn't want to recall it himself, "I dug up the bullets from Santos' body and put his body in the freezer. I watched it on TV, which can change the body's appearance." temperature and delayed death.

   Then, I'm ready to go out and have some fun while creating some alibi for myself.

   Even if the body is found by then, I will be exonerated. "

  Luke nodded, "The idea is good, why didn't it come true?"

   "A little accident happened.

On the night of the 29th, I packed my schedule, eating and drinking loudly, chatting with a group of frustrated people, criticizing current politics, blaming the inaction guys in the White House, and... Riley Harry .

  She vigorously advocated the immigration bill and turned Los Angeles into a mess. She is a traitor to Los Angeles and a disgrace to Los Angeles.

  So, I decided to teach her a lesson, what better alibi? "

   Luke asked, "What lesson? Kill her?"

  "No, killing Santos was already an accident. I didn't think about killing another person at the time. I just wanted to teach Riley Harry a lesson. I smashed the glass of her house with rocks and painted graffiti on the walls. That's all.

   But when I found Riley Harry's house, I saw something interesting from the window.

   That woman was sitting on the driver and playing poker, wow... You didn't see her at the time, like a wild cat in a tantrum.

   I find it ironic when I think about the prudishness of her speech.

   I know the driver, she talks about this guy a lot in her speeches, black **** she got from Africa.

  The high-sounding speech he said was to help the impoverished African people, promote the common progress of people all over the world, and let the whole world contribute to the development of Los Angeles.

  Shit, she just wanted a young slave to play poker with.

  I see through her, she doesn't deserve to be an Angeleno. "

   "So you made a video to blackmail her?"

  "No, I made the video to make it public, so that the people of Los Angeles can see her true colors, so that no one will believe her nonsense anymore, and no one will support the immigration bill.

   But, I was too excited to be discovered.

  I want to run, but I've been drinking, so I can't run that black ball at all.

   That **** stopped me and wanted to grab my mobile phone, but he dared to hit me if I refused to give it to me.

  I threatened him, and if he did anything else, he would call someone to make the video public.

   Riley Harry chased out to stop the driver. She knew very well how much the video would affect her if it was released.

  Let me go to her house to talk.

  I won't be fooled, as long as I step into that yard again, the bad woman will definitely destroy me.

  These insidious politicians are favorite to play these tricks.

  When she plays a fake show on TV, no one will sympathize with me. "

  (end of this chapter)