Chapter 84 81.Are you mistaken?

10:33pm

The police station was particularly deserted at night, with only an oil lamp still burning in the interrogation room. Sitting in front of Werther was a thin young girl with tattered clothes and a wrinkled coat, covered in blood.

Her husband's blood.

Facing such a murderer, Werther did not take coercive measures against her, because when he arrived at the scene, he saw the girl guarding the gate alone. She was obedient throughout the whole process, neither escaping nor resisting. She didn't say anything on the way back to the police station.

, the mood is much calmer than Werther thought.

But her slightly trembling little hands kept telling others that this was her first time killing someone.

"May I have your name?"

"Nora, Nora Sedmonas Arigo."

"What is your relation to the dead Mr. Fleurney Baynes?"

"We were husband and wife two hours ago."

"You have been living at 155 East Nellington Street, where the crime occurred?"

"right."

"Tell me about the situation."

The girl had already prepared her excuse: "There is nothing much to say about the situation. I killed the person and it had nothing to do with Dr. Kawei who came to examine my wounds."

Generally speaking, when the questioning reaches this point, there is no need to continue.

Put the person in jail, and then send the recorded case file to the director's office together with the subsequent autopsy records, and Witte can close the case. As for the subsequent verdict, it has nothing to do with him, it is just a murder case.

But he knew that there must be a deeper reason for this case, and the conscience in his heart was blocked there to prevent him from hastily ending it: "I know it has nothing to do with Kawei, and he has been begging for you, but begging for mercy is useless, I need to know

Cause and process.”

Nora touched her belly, which was still tightly bandaged, and recalled what happened before. Although her emotions calmed down a lot, the adrenaline generated still remained in her body.

She tensed her muscles and suppressed her tremors [1]: "The reason was that he had a big argument with me and hit me with a stick, and then he hit the knife in my hand."

"Um?"

".Bumped repeatedly 24 times."

Nora looked very calm. She didn't feel any shame or much anger about Fuleny's death, because she had vented all her anger. Now she only felt the pleasure after venting her anger, and nothing else.

Faced with such a woman who didn't care about life or death, Werther had no choice but to plead for a reduced sentence to get her to speak: "If you tell me the story and the reason for the murder, I might be able to help.

You, at least I can help you get the chance to see your child for the last time."

Nora thought of the newborn child and hesitated for a while before saying: "What's the point of talking about this now."

"Yes, of course! You are only 19 years old, you are a minor! You will not be sentenced to public hanging."

Witte reminded: "Actually, even if you are an adult, as long as there are sufficient reasons, the hanging sentence may be changed to life or 30 years' imprisonment. Believe me, this is not a picture I imagined, but an example. The higher-ups are more and more strict about the death penalty."

We are becoming more and more conservative.”【2】

Nora wanted to die, but she didn't expect that what she was facing was not the death penalty: "Really?"

"From my experience, as long as you provide conclusive evidence, you will most likely only be sentenced to 5-10 years. Of course, if you don't say anything, they will determine that you are a pure perpetrator. I'm afraid this time will be longer.

More than 20 years.”

They are both sentenced to fixed-term imprisonment, but the difference in years will be particularly obvious.

Nora was somewhat touched by her earnest words. No one wants to wait for death in prison: "He is a beast! He comes home after drinking every day and asks me for money. If he doesn't give it, he will beat me. After taking the money,

I immediately went to gamble. I escaped, but his friends found me after I escaped twice. Later, I had children and I really couldn’t escape."

Just after saying a few words, Nora’s eyes became moist.

Werther wrote down all this and followed her words and continued to ask: "Even so, you never thought of killing him, right?"

Nora nodded: "A few days ago, he said he wanted to sell me. After the sale, the child would be thrown into the orphanage. I really collapsed. I don't want this, I just want to live a good life, be poorer and tired.

It doesn’t matter, I can find a job, and so can he.”

"Then what?"

"He mentioned this matter again at noon today. He hoped that I would be discharged from the hospital as soon as possible and live a good life with the buyer."

After hearing this, Werther could hardly write anymore with the pen in his hand. He knew that it was useless to curse a dead man, but he still couldn't help but use swear words on his lips.

Nora let out a deep breath: "I made the decision after he left. I've had enough. I have my freedom, why should I become a commodity in the hands of others? I was discharged from the hospital early in the afternoon and gave the child to him on the way.

I met a good sister. Then I bought some food with the money given by others, and prepared to go home and cook his last meal before saying goodbye."

There was indeed no sound of the child crying in the room. Werther thought he was asleep at first, but now he realized that he had been sent away.

"You will die sooner or later if you stay in this house, and it will harm him if you stay here." Nora said very calmly.

Werther was not too surprised by Nora's choice. The shelter was already overcrowded, and sending the child away as soon as possible was a kind of "mercy" for the child. This situation was in a Catholic country like Austria, which was particularly taboo on abortion.

Extremely serious.【3】

"After I got home, I started to prepare food, but he sat on the chair and cursed. He kept saying that the child was not his, and the face didn't look like him, so I hurriedly gave it away, and then said that I had another man outside!

"

Noila couldn't help but retorted from a distance: "I never, never"

Werther gave her a glass of light wine, "I know, I've already written this down, please speak slowly and don't be in a hurry."

"Flenny owes a lot of money and his legs are lame." Nora drank all the wine and calmed down a little. "The other party was eager to ask for money, so he wanted to get me

Sell ​​it and pay back the money."

Witte knows that there are a lot of loopholes in the current security system. Before there is a fait accompli, their power is infinitely close to zero, and women have no status at all. Men have the final say in everything they do.

But he still wanted to say one more thing: "Actually, you can choose to call the police."

Nora was stunned and put down the glass of wine: "Do you think I don't have one? If calling the police is really useful, I should hold my son and lie on the bed of the Municipal General Hospital to take good care of myself!"

"Okay, pretend I didn't say that."

A bitter smile gradually appeared at the corner of Nola’s mouth, and she really couldn’t understand why her man could do such a thing without any scruples: “He found a buyer two days ago, specially waited for me to come back, and then let the German

He offered a good price. He was guarding the door with the stick he usually used to beat me, and I couldn't resist."

Werther also knew that it was stupid to repeatedly ask a question that he knew the answer to, but the transcript was like this. He had to ask the other person to answer it himself: "Then you took a kitchen knife and killed him?"

"Yes."

Nora looked at her hands that were stained with blood. The dried blood seemed to be covered with a layer of scab on her hands.

She recalled the whole process. In just half a minute, she released years of pressure. Even when describing the process, she felt much more comfortable: "He was standing at the door at that time, and I had an ordinary knife in my hand.

The kitchen knife for cutting meat just rushed over. I know I'm crazy, but please believe me, it's really great."

Witte looked at her and couldn't believe what this 19-year-old mother had gone through: "His stomach is rotten."

Nora picked up the wet towel just sent by a patrolman on duty and wiped the blood on her body: "I killed the person, and I don't regret it. The only person I'm sorry for is probably Dr. Kawei. I didn't expect to give him to him."

Get involved."

Werther took out a meat cleaver wrapped in a handkerchief from his hand. The tip of the knife was broken and the blade was chipped. It must have cut into the bone: "Is this the knife you used?"

"right."

Werther read the story again, and after feeling that there were no mistakes or omissions, he asked again: "Where is the German?"

"That naughty little guy? That guy is nothing, but I didn't want to do anything to him at first. I only did it when I was forced to do it."

When talking about Li Ben, Nora's eyes were full of disdain: "He kept touching me. When Dr. Kawei knocked on the door, he thought a competitor had come and wanted to take advantage of Fuleni's absence. I was so anxious.

So I grabbed the knife at hand and chopped him a few times."

"How many knives?"

"I can't remember clearly either."

"Where exactly should it be cut?"

"Legs, arms and neck, that's probably what I remember."

Vittor nodded and wrote everything down in the transcript file.【4】

At this time, someone knocked on the door of the inquiry room, and it was forensic doctor Musil who poked his head in. He yawned twice, looked at Nora with interest, and then asked: "I heard there was a murder?

"

"Well, the body has been sent to your place."

"Oh." Musil didn't know who the murderer was yet. He only thought that Nora was still a child, so he asked, "Is she a witness?"

Witte was immersed in writing his report. When he heard this, he turned around and said with a smile: "She is a suspect."

".she?"

"What's wrong?"

"Um, it's nothing."
To be continued...