Canadian time, March 3, 1988, the Lantern Festival of the Lunar New Year, at 8 o'clock in the evening!

Nathan Philip Square in front of Toronto City Hall ushered in a magnificent fireworks performance, blooming beautiful fireworks in the cold night sky, making the city present a gorgeous picture of fireworks that never sleep.

This fireworks show is the highlight of Toronto's annual Lantern Festival, and has been in more than 20 years since it was first held in 1967.

The fireworks performances at the Lantern Festival every year attract tens of thousands of citizens and tourists to Philip Square just to see the grand occasion of fireworks flying all over the sky.

For a moment, Philip Square was crowded with water and was out of reach.

When the fireworks performance began and fireworks bloomed warmly in the night sky, the whole square cheered and applause thundered.

Fireworks soar into the sky, fireworks are flying, dazzled, and beautiful.

Looking up at the magnificent fireworks, the whole square was boiling.

In the shining and shining lights, people mostly feel a strong atmosphere of joy.

But at the Toronto Police Department, it is out of place with the outside atmosphere. It is quiet, dark and serious.

At this time, the dim police corridor...

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The sound of metal friction sounded with the sound of footsteps.

A man walked in the police station corridor with cold shackles.

The man was temporarily detained in the police station cell and was asked to interrogate. He was about 1.85 meters tall and was wearing a prison uniform.

This person looked a little listless and was listless like a hangover.

The police officer who was guarding beside him looked at his watch and frowned, and cursed inwardly: "Damn it!"

Then he pushed the criminal and cursed: "Bastard, hurry up, I'm going to hand over the get off work!"

The criminal was pushed by the police and staggered, and glanced at the twig behind him with contempt.

The police officer keenly sensed the disdain between the criminal's eyebrows when he looked at him.

He gritted his teeth: "Bastard, damn guy, put away your annoying look. You will be in court in two days. I will see how long you can be proud of it."

Before too long, the two walked to an interrogation room. The police opened the iron door of the interrogation room and then took the prisoner into the house.

When the criminal sat on the designated iron seat, the police connected his hands and feet to the iron seat, then turned on the table lamp on the table in front of the seat, and turned around and left.

A moment later, a woman came in inside the interrogation room, and the woman sat directly opposite the prisoner.

The woman who suddenly broke in, her blue eyes were deep and beautiful, with a pair of stories, a tall nose, and delicate facial features.

It gives people the first-sided feeling, and the temperament of the whole person is very complex, contradictory, persevering, sensitive, and fragile...

The woman's name is Clarice, and she is an intern agent of the FBI.

The woman looked at the man opposite the interrogation desk and took out her ID: "Hello, I am an intern agent of the Criminal Psychology Department of the US Bureau of Investigation. This time I came here to ask you, two years ago, where was the stolen goods hidden in a robbery you committed on Wall Street?"

The criminal opposite the table had curly hair, white man, a firm face, a little beard, and a wheat-colored skin, obviously sun-tanned.

Hearing this, this man frowned for a moment, laughed and shook his head: "It's true, after all, I'm also a famous thief in many European and American countries. I didn't expect that the US FBI had only sent a rookie to contact me...

I thought I was at least a veteran, but I didn’t expect to be a mere intern agent.”

Upon hearing this, Clarice shrugged: "Maybe, I was quite surprised, after all, I heard that you are a criminal who committed many robbery cases and have never failed before!

I read your confession and found that there were many strange things in your entire crime process. I couldn't figure out how the Canadian police solved the case...

You might not have hidden anything, right?"

The man was so calm that he said: "I didn't hide it. Besides, this case seems to have nothing to do with the US FBI!"

Clarice nodded without comment and pursed her lips: "Yes, but I'm really curious. There are so many things that are confused about the entire incident you described. Logically speaking, an international thief like you shouldn't be caught in such a confused way.

I really don’t understand why things turned out like this. On February 23rd nine days ago, you went to rob the bank and what did you experience?”

Hearing this, the man couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, raised his eyebrows, looked at the young girl in front of him, and then slowly spoke: "Do you really want to know?"

Clarice nodded seriously: "Yes, what happened when you were committing a bank robbery that day?"

The criminal looked straight at Clarice, then his eyes flashed with memories and spoke up. His voice was thick and low because of long-term smoking.

"My name is Doug, since you want to listen to the entire crime of committing a bank robbery in Toronto, Canada on the 23rd.

Then, I hope you can listen carefully to me. These words may be to satisfy your curiosity!

But for me, it is the strangest experience I think in my life!

You have to be clear, everything I say is true...

Because I still don’t understand why I was exposed, this has always made me unable to let go. Since you want to know, please help me see what made me end like this!”

Clarice nodded quietly.

The man began to slowly recall: "I originally planned to carry out a perfect bank robbery, but the motive for the crime was actually very simple, because of the financial crisis.

Sometimes it doesn’t take too many reasons to commit a crime. It’s either out of an emotion or in a dilemma. I just want to mess with a group of like-minded partners to commit the robbery because I have no money to spend it.”

Speaking of this, the man frowned, his lips squirmed, and he spoke slowly in a low voice, his tone was calm, as relaxed as if he was chatting with someone.

"We clarified the division of labor in advance, and disguised ourselves as we searched the inside and around the bank many times.

After everything was ready, he planned to commit a robbery at the Swiss Bank in Toronto.

We set the time to February 23rd, and the experience that day is really memorable..."

Looking back at time, although the climate is still cold on the streets of Toronto, the sun finally emerges.
Chapter completed!