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Chapter 136 - 120 So You’re the Holy Mother, Right?

Chapter 136: Chapter 120 So You’re the Holy Mother, Right?

Brian and Sylue were led to a small cell where Hader was being held.

Hader was sound asleep, occasionally smacking his lips, looking foolish and thick-headed.

Anyone would find it hard to believe that such a simpleton had killed the mistress, beat the master to death, and thrown a child into an oven, baking him alive.

Sylue disdainfully glanced at the shabby cell and Hader on the bed.

She directly said to the patrolling officer beside her, "Open the door, and please leave, I don’t like having a third party present during a psychological evaluation."

"Ma’am, are you sure?"

The patrol officer looked at Sylue as if she were a fool.

Did this woman not realize how cruel this seemingly simple-minded fellow was?

He had heard from his colleagues about the brutal crime scene.

Normally, psychological evaluations are conducted in interrogation rooms with the criminals in handcuffs and someone watching to prevent any violence.

Unperturbed, Sylue replied, "I’ve made myself quite clear; if you’re worried about the big fellow inside hurting me, there’s no need—I am an expert and authority in this field, and no one understands mental illness better than I do. Now, please open this door and leave with this pretty boy!"

She was indeed a fake, merely going through the motions, which is why she did not like having outsiders present.

Of course, Sylue planned to irritate Brian, the pretty boy who had refused her invitation, so there certainly couldn’t be any outsiders.

Seeing no alternative, the young officer looked at Brian.

Brian spoke casually, "Miss Sylue is a psychology expert specially appointed by the headquarters; she is an authority in this field. We should trust the authority."

With that, he walked away.

Sylue had not even looked closely at Hader’s information previously and probably underestimated the gravity of the situation, misled by Hader’s appearance.

Brian was rather keen on seeing how this would unfold.

The young patrol officer, still showing some responsibility, continued to advise earnestly, "Ma’am, this man is very dangerous. It’s best if someone watches over him outside, or as usual, bring him to the interrogation room for questioning, otherwise..."

Seeing his hesitation, Sylue’s perfectly maintained face displayed a look of disgust, "Are you discriminating against the person inside? Mental patients are also people with human rights. We should treat everyone equally. If you continue displaying this discriminatory attitude, I’ll complain to your superior!"

Their commotion woke Hader from his slumber.

He got up, looking somewhat confused, "May I go out now?"

The young patrol officer looked at the simple Hader, thinking it should be fine.

He sighed and unlocked the small cell door, "Hader, this is Miss Sylue. She wants to ask you some questions. Please cooperate well."

After saying that, he also left the temporary detention place.

...

Sylue disdainfully walked into the cell and then covered her nose.

There was even the smell of urine and feces!

Besides that,

The makeshift temporary detention room, aside from a bed, had absolutely nowhere to sit.

Sylue somewhat regretted relocating the psychological evaluation to this filthy, disgusting place, just to avoid the surveillance and eavesdropping of the interrogation room.

There were surveillance and eavesdropping here too, but they could not be used as evidential proof unless there was an issue.

Sylue was well aware of these things.

Seeing her remain silent,

Hader scratched his head, "Ma’am, what would you like to know?"

Sylue stood at the doorway, dismissively saying, "Just briefly talk about your background, like your mother, your family, and also mention your hobbies."

Hader nodded and began to recount his background.

About ten minutes later.

Sylue, with the information she wanted, quickly called Brian and the young patrol officer back, standing impatiently by the railing:

"Mr. Brian, from my evaluation, Mr. Hader, due to his childhood experiences with his mother being a prostitute, shows symptoms of schizophrenia.

He should not be held criminally responsible and should not be tried by law!

Also, when Mr. Hader is normal, he is a good, honest person.

He is very kind.

Before the court’s judgment, keeping him in such a place is extremely inhumane. As a member of the Prisoners’ Care Association, I question your actions!

I suspect you are abusing an innocent person!"

The young patrol officer thought his ears were malfunctioning.

Otherwise, how could a seemingly intellectual, educated lady say something so idiotic?

However, when he heard the name "Prisoners’ Care Association," a look of realization and disgust appeared.

He got it!

Those were the sanctimonious Holy Mothers who always advocate for prisoners’ rights!

Brian was also speechless, "You’re saying let out a man who murdered a family of three and could lapse into sickness any moment, to roam free before his trial?"

Seeing Brian’s reaction, Sylue knew he was upset and felt quite pleased.

She nodded, "Is there a problem? If the trial hasn’t started, then legally, Hader is an innocent civilian, entitled to human rights and freedom. What you’re doing now is abuse!"

Coldness flashed in Brian’s eyes.

This woman was truly irritating!

He really wanted to wring her neck!

Brian took a deep breath, suppressing the unknown fury inside, "But he murdered a family of three, and there is clear evidence proving that he did it. We’re all following the proper procedures; leaving such a dangerous person out could harm innocent people at any moment."