The warden who guards the witches

"Witness protection..." Bruce muttered with absent-minded eyes, as if talking in his sleep.

"Yes, as long as you are willing to retract your confession in Veronica Wolfe's case and accuse the culprit, you can apply to the prosecutor's office for witness protection. Only in this way can you protect your personal safety." Aiden persuaded patiently. road.

"But, then I still have to go to jail!!" Bruce trembled all over.

Aiden snickered in his heart, Bruce's words were an admission of his crime.

"Is your life important?" Aiden leaned closer to Bruce's face and said seriously, "Think carefully about the killer you just met. That killer could escape from my hands. There is no professional to protect you. If so, how are you going to survive from him?"

Bruce's expression changed, and the pressure of the sharp knife against his throat returned again.

He has personally experienced the power of that killer. The killer exudes a suffocating aura of terror. He can put away and take out deadly blades like magic. He also has the ability to lift a knife with one hand. The strange power of an adult man - none of this can be faked by an outsider.

That's why he didn't even think about the possibility that he was being played. After all, such a professional killer can't be found casually - someone took the trouble to hire a professional killer at a huge price to kill him. This explanation is the most reasonable.

However, in fact, he was played by Aiden. He had no idea that Aiden, as the warden, happened to have such a talent at his disposal.

"You have to protect me, Mr. Aiden!" He suddenly grabbed Aiden's arm in excitement, "You definitely won't watch me being killed! Right!?"

"Am I protecting you? What obligation do I have to protect you?" Aiden's reaction was like hearing a joke, "I have my own work, I'm just temporarily assisting in the retrial investigation. I can't be your 24/7 pawn." Personal bodyguard, right? I want to ask the prosecutor's office to protect you, but there must be a reason for them to protect you, right? If you don't provide a confession first, they can't provide witness protection procedures."

Now Bruce has completely fallen into his trap, mistakenly believing that he has been forced to a dead end - confessing the crime to the prosecutor's office will undoubtedly ruin his reputation. But if he doesn't, the "killer hired by Jia Long" will kill him again.

Next, just give him a gentle push on the back.

"Why did he do it so brilliantly!" Bruce fell to his knees, inserted his fingers into his hair and screamed desperately, "He also killed people, and I did everything he asked me to do for him! It's obviously all his fault. ...Everything was caused by him, why are you killing me now?”

Aiden looked down at him and couldn't help showing a look of disgust: "Don't talk as if you are a victim. From the day you chose to betray Veronica, you should have thought that you might reach this point. You Do you think everything will be fine if Jia Long doesn't kill you? Think about it, why would he kill you? Of course it's because the procuratorate has already found you! But if you look at the reality, you have no way to escape. Fortunately, you still have options now..."

Bruce slowly raised his head.

"Go and be a tainted witness. I can help you build a bridge. Although the procuratorate has already found you, as long as you actively cooperate with us from now on. We can create a process in which you voluntarily surrender - just to be on the safe side, you will be killed. It’s better not to talk about the pursuit. Just tell the procuratorate that it was your own conscience that led you to commit the crime. The procuratorate should be able to help you get a lighter sentence.” Aiden’s tone softened a little, and he leaned over and patted him. Bruce's shoulder, "You were just deceived and took a wrong path. The prosecutor's office will definitely understand this. Go and accuse the real murderer. Your life has been ruined by him. Are you willing to die in his hands without knowing why?" ?”

"You will help me, right? You will definitely help me, Mr. Aiden!?" Bruce begged, holding on to Aiden tightly.

People who are cornered will always try their best to grab every life-saving straw. In Bruce's eyes, Aiden is now the only person he can rely on.

"Of course, otherwise. Tonight, you come with me back to my workplace. The prison is absolutely safe." Aiden showed a warm smile. "Tomorrow morning we will go to the prosecutor's office to apply for witness protection. Then you can In addition to cooperating with the questioning, I will help you solve other procedures.”

"Please sir, I can only rely on you now!" Bruce was so excited that tears filled his eyes.

He never imagined that he had been deceived by Aiden. In fact, the procuratorate had not even received the application for retrial, not to mention finding out about him.

Of course, as long as he surrenders to the prosecutor's office as Aiden said, the application will naturally appear there. If the key witness recants his confession, the application for retrial will naturally be accepted.

But this is not enough for Aiden. His purpose is not just to clear Veronica's wrongdoing, he also wants to send Jalon, the real murderer, to prison - a man must keep his word, If he said he wanted to kill the other party, he would definitely not let that guy go.

So Aiden suppressed the urge to laugh and continued to add drama to himself. He helped Bruce stand up, pressed his shoulder, and said sincerely: "Of course I will help you, but to get a plea bargain for you, we'd better provide as many chips as possible."

"What...mean?" Bruce hadn't reacted yet.

"We'd better provide evidence that Jaron bribed you, such as... the gold watch he gave you!" Aiden whispered, "If you can provide that gold watch, your testimony will become very valuable, and we will have room for bargaining."

Although Veronica's retrial and the accusation that Jaron is the real murderer are closely related, they are independent of each other in terms of process.

For Veronica's retrial, it is enough for Bruce to change his confession and make the evidence against her invalid.

But in order for the procuratorate to file another case to accuse Jaron Rodon, they need to provide additional evidence to be put in court to verify Bruce's reversal of his testimony. After all, Bruce has personally destroyed the evidence of Jaron's murder.

The gold pocket watch is the most suitable evidence. It can be said that as long as the gold watch is found, the victory can be locked.

"But what if he says that I stole the gold watch?" Bruce was a little uneasy.

"He is a policeman. Isn't it suspicious not to file a case when someone stole such a valuable thing?" Aiden gestured to him to rest assured.

"But I've sold the gold watch..."

"Who did you sell it to? Maybe we can find out by following the channels." Aiden asked.

"It may be difficult. I didn't sell it to a regular store." Bruce didn't dare to look Aiden in the eye.

"Did you sell it to the black market?" Aiden frowned slightly. "How much did you sell it for?"

It's not surprising. There are special patterns on the gold watch. With Bruce's courage, it should be difficult for him to go to a regular gold shop to sell the stolen goods. It's difficult to find things that flow into the black market. No wonder Jaron Roton couldn't use his power to get the gold pocket watch back.

But Aiden is not completely without a way in this regard.

"Thirty, thirty-five pounds..." Bruce whispered.

"In addition, did Jaron give you any more money?"

"He...after that, he gave me another sixty pounds as hush money." Bruce answered tremblingly.

"Ninety-five gold pounds...that is, you sold your benefactor for two years' salary?" Aiden looked at Bruce with a fake smile.

"I...really need money..." Bruce wanted to argue.

But Aiden interrupted him sharply: "Do you need money to pick up women?"

Bruce was silent.

Aiden roughly calculated in his mind that this was almost a bribe of about 100,000 yuan. This kid actually dared to take risks and do such a heinous thing. It was really not unfair for Veronica to shoot him to death.

"Forget it, I'll send you to the Rose Iron Prison first." Aiden put away his contemptuous eyes and pressed Bruce's shoulders, "Don't worry, at least today, I will definitely protect you."

He looked up as if inadvertently, looked around, and finally saw the figure of the killer just now on the roof not far away - he had returned to his original body and changed his clothes. Evansha waved to him.

"Mr. Aiden?" Bruce looked at him in confusion, and then looked in the direction of his sight.

There was no one on the roof.

"It's okay, let's go." Aiden took the cane, pushed Bruce's shoulder with a "kind" look on his face, and walked to the other end of the road.