"What are you shouting for?"
Clark also stood up abruptly, trying to overwhelm Max with his voice,
"It's just a drop of blood!"
"That's all? Don't you know about this drop of blood? What does it mean?"
Max asked back.
"Of course I know it means a lot of things, but everything has to wait for me to collect evidence a little bit before I can make a conclusion, what if the blood is not from the deceased or the police did not move the deceased properly ? May be they weren't careful about dripping down blood at that time ?"
"Mr. Clark, please don't question our ability to work, our police are not so stupid as to 'bleed everywhere when moving the corpse'!"
Obviously, Clark's words aroused the dissatisfaction of the two accompanying police officers.
"Okay, let's put aside the matter of the blood stains first, now the time is up, I hope the police can quickly escort the prisoner back to the prison!"
Clark was still issuing orders.
However, Max cut off Clark's voice with one sentence!
"Let it go first?"
He walked towards Clark, and the distance between the two was only one step:
"You say to let go of such important evidence? Are you really a detective?"
"It's not your turn to speak here . You, a layman, are not qualified to question me!"
Clark said angrily.
"Yes, I am indeed an outsider. But at least I know that if there is a pile of uncoordinated dust under the warehouse door, it is necessary to investigate why you turned a blind eye at that time. "
Max said.
" It's been a long time, who will remember it? Let's talk about it! Maybe I didn't see it!"
Clark explained.
"Didn't see it? Good! Then, I, who was drunk and frightened, and was unconscious, can still get up in the middle of the night, lift such a big iron rod, and accurately kill Drake. Don't you think it's weird to poke a person's heart in that state ?"
" Well, it's not impossible."
Clark's tone seemed a little weaker.
"Oh? Is this your explanation? Then, what about the forensic doctor's appraisal report? Those forensic doctors just stay in the autopsy room, they won't come to the scene to investigate in person, so, the direction of their autopsy. Most of them are based on the opinions of detectives, but you only gave a cause of death of 'broken heart, excessive blood loss' . Under such suspicious circumstances, didn't you think of any other possibilities in your mind? !"
"Bastard! Pay attention to your tone of voice!"
Finally, Clark exploded, like a balloon that could no longer stretch, he burst open, roaring and cursing. Even, wanting to push Max without caring about his image
Suddenly someone put a hand on Clark's shoulder.
This hand was slender, fair, and the slender fingers looked fragile, but such an understatement of pulling made Clark stagger.
"Clark. Please pay attention to your identity."
Lisa's voice was the same as her hand, it seemed gentle, but it forced Clark's anger back.
"What are you doing? Whose side are you standing on ?"
Clark stared at the woman in front of him, but his morale seemed to be a bit shorter. In fact, his height was indeed not as good as her.
"I'm on the side of the truth."
Lisa said lightly.
"Crazy! Everyone is crazy! Believing in a death-row prisoner!"
Clark was still yelling, and then looked at the two policemen:
"Hey! What are you looking at, take the prisoner to the car!"
He yelled at them hysterically.
However, the two police officers did not act immediately.
Some people who had gathered around earlier cast different glances at him and the whole street only echoed the angry curse of Clark
After half an hour.
The police car drove towards the prison, Max was still sitting in the prison car.
His mind was bewildered.
It was probably because he was too excited just now and shouted at the top of his lungs that he was hypoxic. It was not until the door of the prison car was opened and the night wind blew in that he finally regained his senses.
With the handcuffs still on his wrists, the two police officers took Max back to his cell and locked the door as required.
Everything is the same as when he left.
But Max knew that this situation could not last for long. Lawyer Joe has already gone to deal with the corresponding affairs. If there is no accident, the photo of the blood dripping is enough to exonerate himself.
Max sat against the wall and thought about everything that has happened to him till now. Looking back on the experience of these three hours now, Max still had a little aftertaste.
" From the beginning, the anxiety when I first arrived at the warehouse, to the confident reappearance of the scene of the crime, and then to overturning the case with a drop of blood, the whole process was like reading a novel.
In fact, thinking about it now, if there is no [Luminol Reagent] in this world, will I really have no tricks at all?
Fortunately, the world is not completely hostile to me. "
Max closed his eyes tiredly.
It might be because he had consumed too much mental power during this period, and coupled with the ups and downs of his experience, his mental consumption was extremely high. Before he knew it, he fell on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.
And when he opened his eyes again, he was awakened by the sound of the bars shaking.
Raising his head, he saw outside the fence, the vicious looking prison guard using a key to open the iron gate.
"You're out on bail."
he said, eyeing the death row prisoner inquisitively.
Originally, this guy was going to be executed tomorrow. Who would have thought that at this moment, he would be released on bail all of a sudden?
In the past 20 years of his prison guard career, this is the first time.
Max watched as the cell door was opened.
"Can I go out now?"
"Yes, there are people waiting for you outside the door."
The prison guard said, and at the same time, he did not forget to uncuff Max's handcuffs and ankles.
This was the first time since Max was reborn that he had completely let go of the shackles on his body. For a while, he felt a little uncomfortable.
Taking a slow pace, Max came to the gate of the prison area.
To his surprise, it was not Lawyer Joe who was waiting for him outside the door.