The Brain Science Case 84

Chapter 84:

To Elena Larsen, the death of her husband, Andrew Chomsky, was a distant fact—she knew it had happened, but it was also hazy, without much of a sense of reality.

She still remembered the night she had received the notification from the other side of the Pacific. At that moment, she had not been shocked, and had not even realized her grief, until after she had hung up the phone and her eldest son, who lived with her, had asked her why she was crying and had held her tight, that she had realized her emotions had already broken down.

Should she be sad? Although they had been separated for a long time, and after their children had grown up and started their own families, there was not much real affection between them, but whenever she looked at the wedding ring on her hand, the still-shining diamond seemed to silently tell of the wonderful times they had once had.

How much she had once loved Andrew.

And now, he was gone.

Charlotte. The scholar who had been in active contact with her had told her that Chomsky had committed suicide, by shooting himself.

And before he had committed suicide out of guilt, he had killed his assistant with a knife.

She also highly suspected that he had been suffering from some kind of brain disease, and that before his death, he had been threatened by some unknown organization…

And even their close friend, George Miller, had been involved.

A series of shocking and terrifying facts had pulled her into this bottomless pit. After Chomsky’s brain had been autopsied and actual evidence had been obtained, the illness that had been plaguing him for so long was finally made public.

However, it was not over yet.

After Chomsky had been cleared of the stigma of a deliberate murderer, and with pathological evidence to support it, she had made a major decision—she would personally take him home.

At the same time, Charlotte had made a solemn request to her.

Miller had stated his motive and had expressed his long-hidden feelings for her, another surprising fact. And because of this, she was seen as the key to breaking through Miller’s defenses.

‘Are you willing to talk to George Miller? Although I understand this is a difficult request, at this point, the only person who can get the truth out of him is probably you.’

Only her? As Andrew’s wife, and the object of George’s affection.

A strong voice suddenly appeared in her heart—find the mastermind who had threatened Chomsky.

Uncover the secrets hidden in Miller’s heart.

“Alright…” she had answered, “let me talk to George.”

Amidst Charlotte’s overjoyed thanks, a question also arose in a corner of her heart, asking her why she had accepted such a request. After all, she was about to face the murderer who had framed Chomsky.

Was she moved by Charlotte’s earnest plea? Or was it due to her still-unextinguished love for Chomsky? She thought for a long time, until she looked at herself in the mirror and clearly saw the determined gaze hidden in her tears.

She wanted to know the truth. Not for anyone else, but for herself.

That was all.

**

After a long flight, Elena Larsen was greeted by Yingli’s warm and sincere embrace.

Elena admitted she was tired. She had lived for over seventy years and had never flown so far in one go, and to a strange and wet, cold island.

But when Yingli asked her if she needed to rest for a night, and emphasized that “the interrogation can be done anytime,” a strange strength instantly woke her up.

“No.” She quickly composed herself. “Can we do it right away? I want to get this over with as soon as possible.”

Yingli took a deep breath and nodded. “Okay. In that case, let’s go back to the station right away.”

As for how to conduct the interrogation, Yingli had quickly explained it to her on the way. Although she had stayed awake the whole time, she hadn’t really understood. Now she was just holding on with willpower—only because she wasn’t sure if she would still have the courage to face Miller after she had rested.

Arriving at the hotel was when she most wanted to rest, but when she arrived at the station and felt the cold wind, Elena was wide awake again.

“George Miller is already in the interrogation room.”

Through the glass, she finally saw him sitting in the room.

“George…” The person before her was indeed the same George Miller she remembered, but there was an indescribable sense of disgust.

Was it because she knew what he had done?

“He only knows he’s about to be interrogated, but he doesn’t know he’ll be meeting you.” Yingli handed her a hidden earpiece. “I know you’re tired, so we won’t delay. I will be listening to the entire conversation. It’s fine if you forget all the steps I’ve mentioned. I’ll give you instructions through this.”

Elena put on the earpiece. “What if I can’t get him to confess… what then?” Unlike her husband, Miller, and the others, she was not a neuroscientist, let alone an expert in interrogation—she was just an ordinary middle school teacher.

Knowing the pressure Elena was under, Yingli gave a gentle smile.

“Then our Taiwanese police will definitely find the mastermind through other means.”

Looking at her smile, Elena’s mind went blank for a moment, but what followed was a fearless courage.

“Don’t worry. As long as you say the test content through your mouth, I’m confident I can successfully break through his defenses.”

This elegant girl had once again convinced her with her eyes and her smile.

“Yes… I’m ready.”

Taking a deep breath, Elena pushed open the door to the interrogation room. In that instant, she suddenly felt like a gladiator stepping into an arena, about to fight a beast.

“E-Elena?” George Miller jumped from his seat, staring at her in disbelief.

No… it’s not an illusion.

“Long time no see, George.”

She was indeed fighting the beast that had killed her husband.

**

To escort Tang Yingli, Cai Yuwei had driven all afternoon, so the driver for the evening surveillance was Xiangrong.

“By the way, Keys is coming to Taiwan the day after tomorrow, right?” The three girls had gone upstairs to get ready, leaving the two of them to guard downstairs. Leaning out the car window, Xiangrong sighed at the fifth floor. “Oh, these good days of having something to eat and something to look at are almost over.”

He lay flat, closing his eyes to rest. “You’re sad to see them go?”

“Of course. Although my favorite is Kim Hyun-joo, after almost a week of close contact,” he closed his eyes in admiration, “I found that Xiao Xun is also very beautiful. Her skin is fair, her voice is pleasant, and her smile is not at all artificial. Oh, and she has that ‘natural’ beauty unique to Taiwanese people.”

“Are you implying something?”

“No, I didn’t say anything about plastic surgery.”

“Damn it.” Cai Yuwei laughed and punched him. “Be careful what you say. She’s the daughter of a cosmetic surgery clinic director and the director of the Criminal Investigation Bureau.”

This glib-tongued Xiangrong had only recently been transferred to the investigation team. In name, he was a year younger than him and Zhou Jinglin, but in terms of age, Xiangrong was a year older than him. The two of them had quickly become friends.

But don’t be fooled by his usual glibness. When he was serious, he was quite capable.

“Ah, so you can only look but not touch.” He rested his head on the steering wheel, looking regretful. “But you don’t have this problem. I know Ah Wei doesn’t like delicate girls like Xiao Xun.”

“Who says? I was her fan before this.”

Xiangrong raised an eyebrow. “Because you like Senior Little Zhou, don’t you?”

A single sentence made Cai Yuwei’s eyes fly open and he jumped up. “W-W-What are you talking about?”

“Haha, I guessed right, didn’t I?” his nose was high in the air, “don’t be embarrassed. It’s normal to like her. She has a great figure, and she’s pretty. Any man would be moved. It’s just that she’s very fierce sometimes, and she drives very fast.”

“I-I said I don’t…” he blushed, his voice getting smaller and smaller.

“But don’t you think it’s strange?”

Xiangrong suddenly became serious. “She and Xiao Xun, they shouldn’t have anything to do with each other, right?”

“Uh… what do you mean?”

“I mean, they have no relationship at all, right? Besides both having the surname Zhou.”

Cai Yuwei was stunned for a moment. “Y-Yes, and?”

“But after I’ve compared them in detail many times,” he continued to stare at the window with the light on, “I think they… look more and more alike. It shouldn’t be possible, but I checked before, and they both have 1.2 vision.”

He smiled a little. “Are you just overthinking it?”

“Don’t you think so?” Cai Yuwei shook his head. “Okay, you’re close to Jinglin. Do you know who her mother is?”

“Her mom is said to have been a very powerful club owner before, but because of a case…” Cai Yuwei quickly recounted it and emphasized, “Hey, just listen. Don’t be so clueless as to bring this up with her.”

Xiangrong nodded. “Then what about her dad?”

“Her… dad?” his brow furrowed, and he rested his chin on his hand in thought, “her dad… I’ve never heard her talk about him.”

“So I was thinking, could it be…”

“Could it be?”

Xiangrong said slowly, “Her dad is actually…”

“Is?” Cai Yuwei looked at him, the atmosphere growing more and more tense.

Suddenly, the car door was knocked on.

“Hey, hey, hey.” The two big men turned to the source of the sound and cried out in unison—“Jinglin (Senior).”

“You two, are you working hard? You’re so engrossed in your conversation…” The person who had suddenly appeared before them was that pretty, thick-browed, big-eyed girl. “Get ready to go. We’re going to Raohe today. We’ll eat first, and you two can figure it out.”

“Got it.” They nodded vigorously.

Zhou Jinglin stared at Xiangrong for a moment, then smiled and walked to the car.

“Hey, did she hear us?” he was in a cold sweat.

“I don’t know.” Cai Yuwei shook his head. “Let’s just follow.”

“Oh.”