Chapter 103 Notebook!

  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 are you at these four time points?"

"I…"

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

   "I'm out on a business trip."

"Yeah?"

  Hearing this, Lacey curled her lips in disdain, and 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 you being fired from the New York docks, your so-called business trip... Hehe, what the **** is going on? "

   That's right, in a notebook that Roan found in Fletcher's bedroom, several pages were filled with the steps of the previous four robberies.

  In the early stage of investigation, I used a reporter to check out locations, and how to avoid the camera after robbing the bank so that the police could not find me.

  How to deceive the police, stick tattoo stickers on some easily exposed parts of the body, and "inadvertently" let 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 Roan'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 in an instant, and he became energetic in an instant, and shouted loudly:

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

   "Script?"

  Luan and Lacey were stunned when they heard this.

   "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 was in a car accident…”

   According to Fletcher, after his favorite 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 disposing of his wife's body in a daze, and inviting relatives and friends to the funeral, Fletcher felt as if he was an outsider, all of which had nothing to do with him.

   Until I was slapped by my 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 were completely unable to change, some people's brains will block this event, as if such a thing never happened, and let themselves move on.

  This kind of thing is very common. For weaker cases, like a girl who was molested when she was a child, or like Fletcher, who suddenly encountered the death of a relative, they will subconsciously ignore the catastrophic event until they suddenly think about it later.

  The more serious case 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 his 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 being silent for a whole day, 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 she married me, she lost the chance to realize her dream.”

   Fletcher stroked the traces of the ring on his finger, with a reminiscence expression on his face.

  His wife has been a devout Christian since she was a child because of her family.

   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 Fletcher's personality and experience 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.

  Fentanyl Toxicity and Addiction…

  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 holding flour on the road.

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

   "Very well, Mr. Fletcher, let's assume that what you just said is true."

  Looking away from the door of the interrogation room 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.

   Now I want you to think carefully, who else has seen 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 in order to seek inspiration.

  Although some people feel that they have misread Fletcher and ignore him.

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

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

   "Among these people, who have entered the army? Is there any police? Or joined special departments such as SWAT?"

"this…"

   Fletcher lowered his head and frowned, thinking for 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."

  (end of this chapter)