Return to Africa to become a tycoon

Chapter 8: The Crushing of Cattle and Horses in the 21st Century

"Send him the gallows!"

This guy is getting way too excited!

Is this a standard interrogation tactic?

No, like many others, Liu Yide also learned a lot of strange and unusual knowledge from movies and novels.

Shouldn't there be a good cop/bad cop dynamic in interrogation?

Even without the cooperation of two people, it should still be considered inducement, using words to trick the suspect and induce him to confess.

Who would start by saying they're going to send someone to the gallows?

As this question subconsciously surfaced in Liu Yide's mind, he also sized up the pre-trial judge in front of him.

This guy looks to be around forty years old, maybe even a little younger.

After a brief observation, Liu Yide discovered that his current observational skills seemed significantly different from before—becoming more meticulous and detailed.

It seems that's how it is in the bar, otherwise, how could they discover Hyde's illness from such a distance?

For example, the judge's shirt collar and cuffs showed signs of wear, and there seemed to be some dust on his shoulders.

Although these traces are not obvious, it is still clear that this was a frustrated fellow.

At least, this guy is a penniless wretch!

Poor bastard?

Instead of being a poor wretch, why are you spouting nonsense here?

Without asking any questions, they immediately try to convict someone and even want to send them to the gallows.

Is this how a prosecutor should act?

But why did you do that?

Looking directly at the other person, Liu Yide began to make plans in his mind.

A person's actions are often driven by self-interest.

For a prosecutor, his KPI is sending people to prison, not to the gallows. Why would he be so focused on getting himself hanged?

Or rather, what are the benefits of him doing this?

benefit?

You can indeed learn something from watching movies. The movie depicts a similar situation—a prosecutor wants to execute someone, either for justice, for fame, or for money.

So what is this so-called pre-trial judge after?

Would you send yourself to the gallows for the sake of justice?

After a moment's thought, Liu Yide, who had already sat down, looked directly at the pre-trial judge:

"Your Honor, what do you want from me?"

What?

The sudden question startled Alessandro. Before he could react, the other person gave the answer:

"It's for fame, right? That's right, you need fame to stand out from your peers, so you see an opportunity—in me."

Deadly Doctor.

"That's certainly a sensational title. Sending someone like that to the gallows will definitely attract attention from the outside world, and of course, it will also attract the attention of higher-ups. And I'm just your stepping stone, aren't I?"

A casual "Isn't that right?" sent chills down Alessandro's spine. This guy... is he even human? How could he know what he was thinking?

Alessandro felt his face burning as his inner thoughts were exposed. He wanted to retort, but the words that came out were:

"You, you bastard... what nonsense are you spouting! I'm doing this for justice!"

Even he himself felt that this statement was weak and powerless.

justice?

He did think about justice, but that was before the name "Deadly Doctor" even entered his mind.

"oh."

Noticing the judge's evasive look, Liu Yide's lips curled up slightly, and he asked again.

"If it's for the sake of justice, then... have you visited the patient?"

His confidence stemmed from the fact that everything would be fine once they recovered.

As for what if?

The sailors survived the most dangerous moment, so what is there to worry about?

It will simply take a few days to fully recover.

However, the only problem is—what if this guy is determined to frame me?

Turning the plaintiff into the defendant, turning white into black!

This kind of thing isn't uncommon in Europe!

After running the business for several years, if there's one thing Liu Yide has learned, it's this: never underestimate the darkness of human nature!

And don't underestimate what people will do to succeed!

Having figured this out, Liu Yide became even calmer, because... there was no way out!

Since it's a dead end!

Then—fight your way out!

Liu Yide's heart, which had been hardened by the 996 work schedule, was now filled with fighting spirit. This was the kind of defiance that all animals have, from the bottom of their bones!

With a slight smile playing on his lips and his eyes fixed on the judge, Liu Yide said, "Do you know how strong the mentality of a business whiz can be?"

"You've come here without even being there before, haven't you? Why don't you go and see them first? Perhaps then you'll make a wise decision."

A wise decision?

For some reason, even though Liu Yide's voice wasn't loud, Alessandro felt an invisible pressure coming at him.

For a fleeting moment, he even felt his heart skip a beat!

My God, what's going on?

He, he's just a prisoner... well, if that's the case.

After a moment of panic, Alessandro regained his composure, his eyes fixed intently on Liu Yide:

"Aren't you worried?"

There wasn't a trace of worry on his face.

"Why worry?"

Liu Yide smiled:

"They're almost fully recovered, what do I have to worry about?"

"Recover? What a joke! No one can cure syphilis, and you can't either..."

Alessandro, who wanted to refute, suddenly became uncertain when he looked at the composed other party.

"Can you really cure syphilis?"

His tone was full of questions.

Liu Yide didn't answer, he just smiled:

"Shouldn't you visit the victims first?"

"Impossible! Unless a miracle happens, no one can cure syphilis!"

Alessandro wasn't stubborn; he was simply following common sense—after all, this idea had been deeply ingrained for centuries.

Because no one has ever cured this disease!

"Perhaps, it really has happened?"

After saying that, Liu Yide stood up.

"Prison guard!"

After he was taken away by the prison guards, Alessandro was left looking completely bewildered.

For some reason, he had a feeling—for the first time, it seemed that their roles had changed from the very first meeting.

Shouldn't I be here to interrogate him?

But how did it become like this?

What's going on?

Alessandro was a little confused, and even now he still didn't understand why he felt such intense pressure.

In the past, whether they were robbers, thieves, or even murderers, when they saw him, they would either bluff, grovel, or beg desperately.

But what about him?

This guy was completely different from those others. Although his tone was calm, the overwhelming pressure he exuded was impossible to conceal.

The overwhelming pressure he felt was something he had never experienced before.

"Damn it, you're the judge. The pressure should be coming from him..."

In the interrogation room, Alessandro remained stunned for a good ten seconds before coming to a conclusion—the guy wasn't putting pressure on himself.

I am the investigating judge, Alessandro!

It's all because I put pressure on others!

After a brief mental adjustment, Alessandro attributed it all to one reason—that guy was too confident!

"So, he believes he can cure syphilis? Hmm, that's why he's not afraid! It must be!"

After finding the answer in his heart, Alessandro was filled with another question.

How is that possible?

Even after leaving prison, Alessandro's brow remained furrowed, the question lingering in his mind: Could anyone cure syphilis?

That's absolutely impossible!

His deeply ingrained beliefs made him subconsciously reject this possibility.

"miracle?"

Alessandro snorted coldly and sneered:

"Does he really think he's God?"

While this statement may be somewhat blasphemous, it's not an exaggeration to apply it to this kind of situation—after all, unless God appears, no one can cure syphilis.

But... that person's behavior was really unlike anyone he had ever met!

When the coachman asked him where he was going, Alessandro originally intended to go straight back to the courthouse and continue being a beast of burden, but for some reason, the words that came out of his mouth were:

"Go to Mr. Federico."

The seemingly inexplicable decision startled him, and he muttered to himself:

"I'm just being cautious; after all, I'm a judge!"

Federico was not only a renowned physician in Genoa, but also a member of the local old nobility—nobles from the Republic of Genoa. Although the region was annexed by the Kingdom of Sardinia after the Congress of Vienna, and most of the old noble titles were no longer recognized, they still retained their family titles and were regarded as nobles by outsiders.

This is quite common in Italy. After all, Italy has many former states, most of which perished during the Napoleonic era and were later unified into Italy by the Kingdom of Sardinia.

In Italy, there are both nobles of the Kingdom of Italy and old nobles; they are all nobles—the former are recognized by the kingdom, while the latter are recognized by society.

Soon, Alessandro found the clinic and met Federico.

"Your Honor, is there anything I can do for you?"

Although he was a nobleman, Federico still spoke politely to Alessandro—after all, he was just a former nobleman who had fallen from grace, while the man before him was a powerful pre-trial judge.

Despite the other party's politeness, Alessandro's tone remained equally respectful—a nobleman is always a nobleman, even if he is past his prime.

"Your Excellency, I have something I would like to ask you."

He then stated his purpose:

"Sir, as you should know, I am currently handling the 'Deadly Doctor' case, and there are some details that require your assistance."

"Is it that case of impersonating a doctor to commit fraud?"

Federico immediately thought of the case currently being hotly debated in Genoa, and corrected his statement:

"Your Honor, he's not a doctor, he's a fraud!"