The police officers didn't slow down in the slightest. They carried Max and walked towards the prison car.
They are just the police. Whether the criminal has committed a crime is a matter for judges and detectives to decide, and they will not intervene.
It's enough for them to do their job well.
But they glanced curiously at the condemned prisoner beside them. In fact, from the very beginning, they were curious why this guy insisted that he can prove his innocence . Now, although he was very close to proving his innocence but unfortunately he still failed in the end.
Now seeing him closing his eyes and murmuring something to himself, one of them asked his partner.
"What is this kid doing?"
" May be he is really sick?"
The other policeman said.
But Max didn't pay attention to them. He was currently looking for the last hope for himself. There were many chaotic thoughts going on in his mind at the moment.
" The execution should not be executed at this time, at least there is a problem with the case "
Indeed, the death penalty will definitely be canceled temporarily, but if there is no evidence, then his own inferences will become less and less convincing, and may be repeated over and over again . After several years of tossing, the original judgment would finally be upheld.
Therefore, Max can't gamble. He must come up with real evidence!
" Is the body still there? Are forensic doctors in this world so unreliable? The characteristics of a dead body with a pierced heart and massive bleeding are completely different from those of a heart attack. And the wound before death is completely different from the wound after death.... "
Thinking about this, a trace of helplessness flashed between his brows.
Regrettably, the interval between the relapse of the deceased's heart attack and the stabbing of the heart was too short, but judging from the plaques and the stiffness of the corpse, it was impossible to deduce that the corpse was a dead body before the heart was stabbed.
So, whether it was because of the clever cover-up technique of the cause of death, or the unreliable forensic medicine in this world, in short, there is no way to find clues from the corpse now.
Because it is impossible for the police station to keep a dead body for so long. It must have been returned to the family a long time ago and cremated.
In fact, Max has already scolded those autopsy people ten thousand times in his heart, but now complaining is useless, and problems don't resolve themselves with complaining.
So he kept looking thinking.
In fact there was another thought going on in his head.
"There is no hope, just wait for death! "
But Max wasn't reconciled. After he got another chance at life , he didn't want to loose it just like that. Max cast it aside quickly.
"Okay, it's time to get in the car."
Suddenly, a guard beside him said.
Max raised his head, and he found that he had already walked in front of the prison car. The closed prison car was like a huge mouth, waiting to devour him.
"Can you wait for me for a
while? Just for a while?"
Max asked.
"Brother, don't make it difficult for us. "
another police officer said, and at the same time, his arms began to exert force, pushing Max into the car.
Max knew that the current resistance was meaningless, all his hopes were on evidence.
He got into the prison car, the door closed slowly, and the sunlight outside the door became narrower and narrower with the door.
At the junction of black and white, the light is extremely dazzling. It shines on his face.
At this moment, Max's pupils suddenly enlarged!
A series of thoughts emerged in his head .
"Blood."
" Luminol reaction? "
Max's mind buzzed! ! !
For a moment, he finally figured out the original question.....
"The dust under the door! "
"Wait!"
He shouted suddenly, jumped up, and pressed hard against the car door that was about to close.
"What are you doing?!"
The two guards yelled, their hands stretched to their lower backs, where there should be batons, maybe even guns.
But no matter what it was, Max would not be afraid. Facing the setting sun, he slammed the car door open and jumped out of the prison car recklessly.
"Evidence! I have evidence!"
The evening sun was extremely dazzling. Not far away, Clark, who was about to get into the police car just now, froze for a moment.
"What are you doing! What are you doing , who do you think you are? "
he shouted.
However...
"Wait a minute, he said he found evidence."
Lisa interrupted Clark.
"He can find a fart, the police, put him in the car!"
Clark shouted.
However, Lisa stood in front of the car door and looked at Clark solemnly.
"No matter what you say, let the prisoner finish his sentence. If he is just delaying time, it will not be too late to push him into the prison car."
Clark obviously didn't want to listen to Lisa, but this stinky bitch was standing in front of the car, and Clark couldn't beat her. In the end, he had to suppress his anger forcefully.
"Okay - 5 minutes, I'll give him five minutes, if after five minutes, he still can't explain why, and you still let him mess around here...."
"I will take responsibility for this !"
Lisa said lightly .
" Alright then."
Clark exhaled heavily, and then strode towards Max:
"Come on, I want to see what tricks you have!"
"It's not tricks, but the truth."
Max looked directly into Clark's eyes without showing any weakness, as if there were thousands of horses standing behind him with confidence:
"I found the evidence. Dust!"
"Dust?"
Clark was startled:
"Hehe, don't you want to say, what you yelled about at first [the dust under the crack of the door]? Stop making trouble, that dust is your paranoia!"
"No, that dust is real."
Max said,
"Yes, yes."
Clark seemed he was too lazy to argue with Max, and he pointed to the crack of the door before continuing.
"Come on, whether you want to turn back time or reenact the scene, anyway, you hurry up and show your superpowers, and present the evidence to me. Oh, by the way, I have to tell you, even if you turn back time, the [dust under the door] alone won't explain anything!"
"Of course, the dust under the door alone is meaningless . The dust is thicker, so it can't explain anything, and I don't have superpowers to turn back time either."
Max nodded .
" Then why are you wasting our time here ? "
Clark roared as if he no longer cared about his image as a detective.
" Because , I know the reason for the thickening of the dust! And this reason is evidence! Evidence that will never be erased even after a long time!"
Max said, and then slowly spit out a word:
"Blood! "