After 100,000 simulated crimes, I became an ace detective.

now.

Su Ming, who had just walked into the bedroom with extreme caution.

Hearing what the professor said, he narrowed his eyes instantly and looked at him very seriously.

Professor, some time before he came, he committed suicide by taking a highly poisonous cyanide capsule?

Su Ming was not actually surprised that he chose to commit suicide.

Because, K, who was captured alive and brought back to Longguo, is actually in a good situation. He is protected by Longguo's laws and regulations. In addition, most Longguo police are relatively law-abiding. So before he is tried in court and receives a free peanut, K's life will be pretty easy. At least he will not suffer all kinds of abuse.

But as the professor said, since all his crimes took place in the United States, he has no criminal record in Dragon Country.

Therefore, Su Ming would naturally not bring the professor back to Dragon Country. The final result would be to capture him alive and hand him over to the Morgan Consortium.

But if it falls into the hands of old Morgan, as the head of the poker organization and the alternative father figure who adopted and trained J, the professor will definitely not have an easy time.

Even if the final result is death, it is estimated that he will only be able to die completely free after being tortured by old Morgan in various ways.

In this situation, it is undoubtedly normal for the professor to choose to commit suicide.

Not to mention, now that he was trapped in the Bear Mountain Villa, he couldn't escape at all.

Rather than being tortured to death by old Morgan, or being shot to death with no chance at all when making a desperate attempt, feeling the pain of the blood draining from the body and being unable to breathe.

Compared with these two options, cyanide capsules, which take effect quickly and are not painful, are undoubtedly the best choice. They can even be considered an alternative form of euthanasia.

......

I stared at the professor's expression carefully.

Su Ming quickly concluded that...the professor did not seem to be lying just now.

I have seen too many people before they died, and I have killed too many people with my own hands to count.

Su Ming actually knew very well...when a person is less than a minute away from death, the professor's current calmness is another extreme compared to madness and fear.

lie.

But I can't fake this kind of calmness that comes from completely giving up on everything.

However, even though it was confirmed that the professor had taken a highly toxic cyanide capsule, Su Ming had no intention of letting his guard down.

He still pointed the submachine gun at the professor, ready to shoot at any time if there was any unusual movement.

Looking at the professor, whose expression was calm and whose brows twitched slightly due to the effect of the poison, he nodded slightly, signaling him to speak.

Seeing that Su Ming did not fire the first shot and was willing to give him the last thirty seconds, the professor obviously breathed a sigh of relief and spoke slowly.

"Chief Su Ming."

"I lost this time. I didn't expect... that you could follow the clue of little Morgan and trace it to this extent."

"After more than 30 years of preparation, everything fell through in just a few days because of you. To be honest, I have some hatred towards you, but more of it is regret."

"If I had given up either King or Jack earlier, my poker organization wouldn't be where it is now."

"At least, the loss of only one member will not completely destroy my ambitions that I have been preparing for for more than 30 years."

"I regret it, but there's no point in regretting it."

"I prepared carefully for more than 30 years, but failed completely in a few days. I was in pain, but my life and energy did not support me to start another 30 years, so I chose to end it."

Speaking of it.

The professor paused for two seconds, looked at Su Ming with extremely confused and puzzled eyes, and some unspeakable doubts, and continued.

"Although my plan failed, what I don't understand is... Sheriff Su Ming, how did you do it?"

"How could you dig into my poker organization to such an extent in just a few days?"

"I feel that... even if you are the best police officer in the world, you can't have such excellent reasoning ability. It's as if every step of our actions is in your hands."

"I don't understand, how did you do it? I feel... that I lost unfairly, and I think you were just lucky."

Su Ming was not too surprised that the professor asked this question.

Because, it is indeed too exaggerated to uproot such a huge poker organization in just a few days, especially in the United States where they are unfamiliar with the place.

Su Ming did not show any expression, as if he was just expressing a trivial matter, and answered.

"The answer is simple."

"If we compare criminal experience, even if you add up all the people in your poker organization, they can't compare to me alone."

"In my eyes, your methods are no different from those of a three-year-old baby."

As soon as these words came out.

The professor couldn't help but be stunned, as if he couldn't understand this sentence.

But the next second, his eyes suddenly widened, and he seemed to be in some confusion and astonishment.

"Criminal experience?"

"How is it possible? How could Longguo allow a criminal to be a police officer?"

"Besides, you look so young, but you have more criminal experience than the rest of us combined? This is absolutely impossible. Even if you have been committing crimes since you were born, it is impossible..."

Before the professor could finish speaking.

"Cough—cough—Puchi—"

The professor suddenly started coughing violently.

After coughing twice, a large stream of scarlet blood spurted out of his mouth.

See this scene.

Su Ming understood that the professor didn't have much time left. The cyanide had completely dissolved into the blood, and the highly toxic component could cause cardiac arrest at any time.

Looking at the professor who was on the verge of death, Su Ming shook his head and spoke slowly.

"You may still have a chance to leave a final word."

After spitting out a large mouthful of blood, the professor fell powerlessly on the table. He pressed his blood-stained palms on the Bible beside him and spoke weakly and intermittently.

"Sheriff Su... Sheriff Su Ming, please... please... please help me put this Bible... put it... put it in my grave."

"In this way, God... God will forgive... forgive the mistakes I made over the years..."