"Impossible!" shouted an Auror. "He is exactly the same as in the photo!"
Murphy also moved closer. "Yes, Alex works at Supreme Potions and is my employee. I'm very familiar with his appearance. This person does indeed look a lot like him, exactly the same..."
Of course, he was exactly the same. This face had been carved and repaired countless times, almost a one-to-one replica of Alex's.
Yitzhak had a square face, while Alex had a round one. To make the outlines consistent, the bones were ground, regenerated, then ground again, regenerated, and ground again... It took three rounds of back-and-forth to carve out Alex's face shape.
Researcher Niklas indeed had some craftsmanship when it came to plastic surgery.
It's just that Yitzhak had suffered the same sins as before, such as bone grinding, liposuction, leg breakage, and skin grafting... Although the operations were under anesthesia, watching himself being transformed into another person had caused indelible mental damage to Yitzhak.
However, Murphy had no sympathy at all. Even if the pain Murphy caused him was multiplied a hundred times, it wouldn't be enough to pay off the evil that this guy had done.
"When did Alex pass through the fireplace?" Kingsley asked Davis.
"Today, not long ago, around 16 o'clock," Davis replied nervously as Kingsley approached him.
"Boss, isn't that when we were preparing to arrest someone?" said an Auror. "How could it be such a coincidence?!"
"It can't be such a coincidence!" Kingsley said.
"Yes, it can't be such a coincidence!" Murphy also said. He looked at Kingsley. "What on earth are you playing?"
Kingsley ignored Murphy, and the vague uneasiness in his heart became extremely strong. He suddenly realized at this moment that he might have fallen into Murphy's trap. "Director, please approve sending an Auror to Germany immediately to bring back the 'Alex Wood' to see who is the real Alex Wood!"
"Do you know where he went to Germany? How many days will it take to bring him back?" Murphy snorted. "By then, this guy will probably be stinking, and I will probably be imprisoned by you. Azkaban is gone!"
"What can you do?" Crouch asked.
Murphy thought for a while and said, "Fingerprints."
As he said that, he looked at Davis. "Does that cross-border floo application form have his fingerprints on it?"
"Yes, of course it does," Davis said.
Although fingerprint recognition technology had not been widely popularized in the wizarding world, there were still basic application scenarios such as pressing a fingerprint on important documents.
And Aurors were no strangers to this basic criminal investigation technology.
The Auror who broke into Murphy's warehouse before had consciously cleaned up all the traces he left in the warehouse.
The experts were able to confirm the identity of the Auror through the residual fingerprints found on the warehouse door.
"Go get it," Murphy said. "Alex Wood should have some documents that need to be fingerprinted and left at the Ministry of Magic, right? For example, the application for the Apparition exam? If you compare it, you will know who the real Alex Wood is."
Alex didn't have an Apparition license, but he still applied to take the exam.
"Okay, I'll go look for it right now." Davis left in a hurry.
After a while, Davis came back with several documents in his hand. He compared the fingerprints on the documents left by Alex Wood with the fingerprints on the international floo application form, and then compared them with the fingerprints of the deceased.
Now the evidence was solid.
The real Alex Wood had gone abroad himself, and the fact that the deceased in front of them was not Alex Wood was confirmed.
All the Aurors had shock and confusion written on their faces.
Rita Skeeter was so excited that the photographer took photos.
"What on earth did you do? Who is he?!" Kingsley glared at Murphy.
"Captain Kingsley, this is exactly what I want to ask you," Murphy said. "Where did you find this person? Why did you let him frame me?!"
"All of this... is your conspiracy!" Kingsley understood, and he already understood where the vague feeling of uneasiness came from when he was arresting Alex.
It was obvious that Alex would go to the Owlery to send money every month, but his actions at that time seemed extremely unfamiliar. At that time, Kingsley only thought it was because Alex had a guilty conscience and was a little nervous sneaking around. But now he understood, that was indeed the first time Fake Alex sent money via owl.
"You had planned it a long time ago, right? You bombed Basque just to anger us? That informant... no, Lucius... he also defected to you?" Kingsley was shocked. "Why? Wasn't he sent to Azkaban?"
"Mr. Lucius?" Murphy shrugged. "What happened to him? I thought he wasn't out of prison yet."
Kingsley looked at Murphy, witnessing a demon king rise from the ashes.
He felt a kind of heartfelt fear, a kind of deep-seated resentment, and the intertwined emotions made his whole body tremble slightly. "Our Legilimency can't read his thoughts, not because he knows Occlumency, but because you have already destroyed his mind..."
"You trained him to be a puppet, a victim, and you set up this trap at the cost of a human life."
"All of this was just to make it look like he was tortured to extract a confession. Die..."
"You are not trying to exonerate yourself, you are trying to make us criminals..."
Kingsley's originally peaceful face twisted and twitched. "Murphy, you are a devil!"
"Captain Kingsley!" Murphy looked at him calmly. "Is this how you defend yourself after the conspiracy failed? Then I can only say that you should be more cautious!"
"As for your accusation, I simply don't care. Why should I find someone from nowhere to prove my innocence in front of you? Am I crazy, or are you crazy?"
After saying that, he turned around. "Reporter Rita, you must report everything that happened here. In order to frame me, the Aurors did not hesitate to beat an innocent man to death, and even turned him into Alex's appearance. In the end, in order to prevent this lie from being exposed, they silenced him!"
"Illegal arrest! Beaten and silenced! What else can these Aurors dare not do?"
Eyes shine.
Framed!
There is no doubt that this is a trap for these Aurors.
Murphy Darkholm found himself in advance before things happened. Obviously, he arranged all of this!
Scary, scary, crazy!
To fabricate a lie in such a crazy way!
However, isn't it what he is best at framing other people's crimes?
Murphy gave a good story, and it was logically logical. The most important thing was that the fact that "the Aurors arrested the wrong person and beat him to death" was enough to nail them to the pillar of shame. The next one is her special show.
As for justice?
As for the truth?
Let them all go to hell!
As long as the news is eye-catching enough, banned
enough, and conspiracy theories enough, there will always be countless people willing to follow it.
Human beings' instinctive belief in evil deeds is based on an accurate understanding of themselves.
Human nature is like this, and she, Rita Skeeter, is just using writing to reflect human nature.
What's wrong?
(end of chapter)