The Brain Science Case 74

Chapter 74: Another Voice in the Brain – 11

“This is the perfect script you arranged, am I right?”

Miller’s expression changed slightly. “Charlotte, you…”

“Not only that, you played a very important role in the whole case. As Chomsky’s close friend, you were well aware of his physical condition, so you switched his nutritional supplements with aspirin, and at the same time, you assisted an unknown organization in stalking and mentally pressuring Chomsky.”

“That’s absurd. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Really? The next part is even more absurd.” She crossed her legs. “The photo from the bar the night before the incident, you specifically asked Müller to take it, right? And you used it as an excuse to frame Müller. The next morning, you used the brief window when Müller was back in her room to get ready to go to Chomsky’s side, and through pressure, you forced him to kill Müller. Then you convinced Chomsky to flee and rearranged the scene, including making the alarm clock go off to attract attention, and deleting the data from Müller’s phone.

“But your plan had a variable.” She pointed to herself. “What you didn’t calculate was me, who had rushed to the hotel to find him. You were still at the scene at that time, and you knew that after the murder was exposed, the police would definitely thoroughly investigate Müller’s phone. If you hadn’t deleted the records, you would have quickly been linked to this case. In your haste, you took her room card, climbed over the balcony, deleted the communication records, and put the phone in her room, then you came out of her room as if nothing had happened and appeared before me.”

Miller’s face instantly turned ashen.

“That’s why you were walking toward me, and not from your room 612, that is, from behind me… as for the evidence of your involvement, Professor Chomsky has already provided his testimony, right before he committed suicide.”

“If a murderer’s testimony can be trusted.”

“Perhaps his testimony is not trustworthy, but what about the call records?” Tang Yingli took out Chomsky’s phone. “He recorded the entire call with you earlier today. Want to listen?”

“No… no.” Miller reached out to grab it, but Tang Yingli nimbly dodged. “Charlotte… you can’t.”

“I just want to know why you did it.” She bit her lip and glared at Miller. “Why did you frame your own friend, and even frame him as a murderer?”

Miller’s expression was as if he had been sucker-punched. “Yes, Andrew and I were friends for many years. We not only studied together, participated in clubs, hunted, and traveled, but we also did a lot of crazy things that good friends should do together, including…”

Falling in love with the same girl.

“He was a football star in college, and Elena was my classmate. I had a crush on her for a long, long time, but she…”

She had her eyes on Chomsky.

He had been jealous of Chomsky for that, but in the end, he had chosen to let his friend and Elena be together.

Only because he wanted to see her happy.

At first, Chomsky and Elena had not let his efforts go to waste. They had gotten married, had children, and had lived a happy life. At the same time, his academic status had also been on the rise. His research on the criminal brain had been fruitful, and he had become a world-renowned scholar.

Until Meta Müller had appeared and had torn apart this illusion.

“Andrew shouldn’t have fallen for her…” Miller gritted his teeth. “But he was completely smitten. No matter how I tried to persuade him, it was useless. His betrayal of his marriage really, really hurt Elena’s heart.” He gritted his teeth, revealing a side of him that Tang Yingli had never seen before. “So, I had no choice but to do this…”

“Ha.”

“What are you laughing at?”

“You sold out your friend’s privacy, switched his medication, colluded with an unknown organization, and even went so far as to frame your friend as a murderer, all because of your inner jealousy?” Tang Yingli shook her head. “And you still have the nerve to pretend to be sad about your friend’s passing in front of others. This tragedy was all your doing.” The truth was finally out.

“Since you were once my advisor, I’ll tell you… the professor didn’t record your call.” She showed him her phone screen. “I did. That last part will be your confession.”

Miller shouted frantically, “Charlotte.”

“Compared to Chomsky, who bravely faced his mistakes, you, who plotted against your friend, are even more despicable. I’m truly ashamed of you.”

Tang Yingli turned to leave, and a strong wave of dizziness suddenly hit her. She was weak all over and immediately fell to her knees.

“I was wondering when the drug would take effect.” He drank the wine in his glass, and with a tap on the edge of the table, he broke it, creating a sharp edge.

She touched her forehead, realizing that her vision was quickly blurring. “M-Miller?”

“Before I decided to plot against my friend of many years, I struggled for a long time… Meta Müller’s appearance before she died also made me take sleeping pills for a few days.” He approached with the wine glass. “Give me his phone.”

This was the only evidence that could prove George Miller’s involvement. “N-Never.”

“Charlotte, my most brilliant student. You are an outstanding neuroscientist, and now you have proven that you are also an excellent agent… but I absolutely cannot let you destroy me. Give me Andrew’s phone, now.”

The sleeping pills were so strong that she was almost about to pass out. She held on with sheer willpower and slowly crawled to the door.

“Don’t even think about escaping.” Her coat was stepped on, and she couldn’t move any further. He grabbed her by the collar and forced her to look up. “Don’t make me do it. Give me the phone…”

When he pressed the broken edge to Tang Yingli’s chin, the corners of her mouth were still lifted, her smile straight and fearless.

The door was unlocked.

The person who rushed in was the young female detective with the long ponytail. She raised her gun and aimed, saying to him in perfect English, “You’re under arrest, George Miller.”

**

Without a doubt, the entire trap was planned by Tang Yingli.

She had originally wanted to find evidence of Miller’s involvement on his phone, but she had found nothing but a record of a call to Miller’s number.

Tang Yingli knew that Miller was definitely involved, and to convict him, she needed evidence. Since there was none, she had created it herself.

Jinglin had visited the Moose Bar, and the owner and bartender had mentioned that of all the foreigners who had been there the night before the incident, only one could communicate with him a little. It didn’t take a genius to figure out it was George Miller.

Perhaps her and Jinglin’s words had made him wary, which was why he had put sleeping pills in her wine beforehand, but Jinglin was the insurance she had for herself. They had been on the phone the whole time, so besides the recording she had, Jinglin was also a witness.

Rushing into the room, Jinglin held the weak her tightly, and Chen Huomu and the others who had followed quickly subdued Miller.

“Teacher, are you okay?” Jinglin frowned and kicked away the glass.

Leaning into Jinglin’s embrace, she looked up and gave a weak smile. “Yes, I’m fine…”

Before Miller was taken away, their eyes met for a moment. To Tang Yingli, the old man before her was no longer the kind and humorous old professor she had known. His scheming and ruthlessness had gnawed away at the illusion he had so carefully created… perhaps this was his true self, hidden deep inside.

“What did he give you?” Jinglin slipped under her arm to support her. Don’t be fooled by her slender figure; she was actually quite heavy.

“Probably… a stronger dose of sleeping pills.”

“No wonder… hold on. Don’t fall asleep here. At least wait until you’re in the car.”

“I’ll try.”

To keep her awake, Jinglin continued to find topics of conversation. “So why did he plot against that professor? Weren’t they friends?”

Tang Yingli recounted the reason for the crime to Jinglin. “Love is so scary. How many cases related to love have we been through?”

“It’s human nature that’s scary, right?” Both professors were considered good people in the eyes of ordinary people, but one had lost control due to a mental illness, and the other had been blinded by his own selfishness. “Here, watch your head…”

Finally getting Tang Yingli into the car, Jinglin carefully buckled her seatbelt and then went around to the driver’s seat to drive.

“This… you keep it.” Chomsky’s phone, which contained important evidence. “If you don’t understand, ask Dr. Tao to translate. I can’t… the rest is up to you…” she closed her eyes, her voice fading.

“Hey, don’t talk like you’re giving your last words.” Jinglin took it with a smile and started the engine. “I’ll take you home first. How long are you going to sleep like this?” she turned to the passenger seat, and that baby face had already closed its eyes, completely still.

“Tang Yingli?” She was asleep. Jinglin took off her round-rimmed glasses and hung them on the collar of her dress.

“Snore…”

“She even snores when she sleeps.” So cute. She covered her mouth with a small smile and stepped on the gas.

She swore, this was definitely the slowest she had ever driven.

**

In that musty, dim, old apartment, Wu Jianxiong was typing on the keyboard, logging into the Dartmouth College database.

They held their breath, but the anticipation only lasted for a moment. After the loading screen, the database was blank.

“Empty?” he asked, his eyes wide in disbelief, but the person next to him burst out laughing.

“He was prepared. As expected of Chomsky. In the end, he would rather give up years of research than hand it over to us.”

“And you’re still laughing.” Wu Jianxiong spat. “All that effort for nothing.”

“Not necessarily. Didn’t someone shine because of this case?”

He chewed on his betel nut. “Who?”

His mind flashed back to the confrontation in the coffee shop, the woman in the black coat who had completed an unexpectedly difficult task.

Compared to a scholar with only theories, if he could get her help, it would surely be more beneficial to his overall plan.

Taking off his sunglasses, he revealed a smile filled with interest.