In front of the Santa Barbara Police Department, hundreds of people were drawn to the video.
The same scene unfolded on the left, right, and back of the Police Department, completely surrounding the Santa Barbara Police Department.
Many passersby who were unaware of the situation also had their attention drawn, and the number of people on site had already exceeded two thousand.
In the footage, the door was first violently pushed open, and a dozen police officers, led by Tom Schneider, burst in. Both their speech and appearance were clearly visible and audible.
"Everyone, pay attention. As pre-arranged, search carefully. This is Michael Jackson's bedroom, the most private place. It must hide his criminal evidence."
"Howard, what are you doing! How can you find evidence like that? Break it, cut it open, it might be hiding that Black man's disgusting things."
Crack!
Crash!
Rip!
The first floor was quickly destroyed. Tom Schneider came to Michael's collection room on the second floor and a sinister smile immediately appeared on his face as he saw the exquisite collectibles displayed. This expression was clearly captured.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Toys, torn apart!
Figurines, smashed!
Records and CDs, broken and stomped on!
Comic books, ripped and shredded!
"Uh, Officer, as per your request, we haven't found any evidence related to pedophilia. If we search any further, we'll have to smash the walls."
"Then forget it. It seems there really isn't anything here. Jackson must have hidden it elsewhere."
"After all, with the 1993 case, this pedophile must have become more vigilant and wouldn't let us easily find evidence."
Finally, the group of police officers were no different from robbers, shamelessly almost tearing down the house before ending their search.
The video ended there, but the screening did not. Eric would have someone continuously loop it, precisely to humiliate and pressure this group of shameless scoundrels.
After watching the video, everyone immediately directed their angry glares at Tom Schneider and several police officers nearby, all of whom had participated in this egregious act.
The reporters were the first to react, grabbing their microphones and shouldering their cameras as they rushed over, fearing the culprits would escape.
The public, led by the reporters, also rushed forward. The anger of those who were originally hired was fully ignited, and their furious roars almost shattered the Police Department's windows.
"Prosecutor Schneider, is the content of the video true?"
"What is the Police Department's explanation for this?"
"FUCK! What a bunch of robbers!"
Several police officers instinctively reached for their waists, only to realize they didn't have their guns. But in this situation, what good would it do to have them? Who would dare to shoot!
Tom Schneider was already pale with fright, his mind blank. He was quickly escorted back into the Police Department, where the door was locked and bolted.
Bang bang bang!
Bang bang bang!
Knocking and banging on the door were incessant. Brown Howard rushed over with a group of people.
"What's going on? What happened? Didn't I tell you to calm the public's emotions?"
But Tom Schneider's eyes were blank, unable to speak. All that remained in his mind was that his political career was over.
With such a huge scandal, running for senator using the Prosecutor position as a stepping stone was out of the question.
To appease public anger, and to provide an explanation to the public, and even more so for votes, the Municipal Government would definitely remove him from his post.
If that wasn't enough, he would also be sent to court and eventually end up in prison.
These police officers were better off, at least they had reasons to claim they were following orders and had no choice. They would certainly be investigated and punished, but with less severity.
After listening to his subordinate's report and looking at the many figures outside through the glass, Brown Howard immediately felt a splitting headache.
With such a major incident, his own career would also be affected. This was only his second year as Chief, how could he be so unlucky!
The anger in his eyes was uncontrollable. He pointed at Tom Schneider and roared, "Bastard! Are you trying to kill us? Get out! Get him out of my sight!"
Several police officers hurriedly escorted the man away. Brown Howard's forehead was sweating as he quickly thought of a countermeasure.
"Chief, this isn't going to work. Should we use force to disperse them? Like tear gas?" a captain suggested.
However, he was instantly met with the Chief's look of utter disbelief.
"Are you out of your mind? There's a time and a place for using force. We're already more detestable than the Soviets now. Do you want to turn us into the Afghans?"
The captain who made the suggestion immediately ducked his head like an ostrich. Brown Howard angrily asked, "Think of a solution quickly, who else has a reliable countermeasure?"
After a moment of silence, a Deputy Chief hesitantly spoke, "Chief, I think we should let Michael Jackson come forward. Only he can quell the anger of these people right now, at least to get through this immediate crisis."
"Yes, Jackson, Jackson, only he can do it now."
The group rushed back to the interrogation room, where the faint roars from outside could also be heard.
Michael looked outside curiously: "It sounds like there's some commotion, it seems very noisy."
Lawyer Meserio didn't know what Eric had done, but he knew that this commotion must be the work of that young man.
He patted Michael's back and comforted him, "It's alright, we'll be out soon."
At this moment, the door of the interrogation room was pushed open, and Brown Howard walked in.
Unlike his previous anger, his face was now full of smiles and apologies, exactly like an Ochumelov.
Just as he had said earlier, we have become Soviets.
Motioning for the police officers in the room to leave, Brown Howard smiled and introduced himself: "Hello, Mr. Jackson, I am Brown Howard, the Chief of Police for Santa Barbara, and also a fan of yours."
"Your 'Thriller' is truly amazing. I even went to see the 'Dangerous Tour' concert back then. That was a truly wonderful memory."
Michael looked at the other party with a bewildered expression, his mind full of questions. What was going on?
He hesitated and said, "Hello Chief Howard, thank you for your support, but now doesn't seem to be the time to talk about these things."
"Of course, of course, I know. I came to inform you that the interrogation is over, and you are free to leave the Police Department and go home."
Hearing this, Michael looked at Lawyer Meserio beside him, who then asked, "What about the outcome? My client has been detained for over a dozen hours, there must be some result."
Brown Howard smiled and said, "Of course there's no problem. There's no evidence to suggest Mr. Jackson is involved with child molestation. And I must apologize on behalf of the Santa Barbara Police Department. Regarding the damages caused during the search, we will definitely provide compensation."
"Of course, I also hope Mr. Jackson understands that I myself only just learned of this matter. Everything was organized by Tom Schneider."
"His actions are a desecration and trampling of the law. I will also report to the Municipal Government. Please believe that the Government will definitely give Mr. Jackson justice."
Michael already knew the situation at his home. Although he was heartbroken, what was done could not be undone.
He stood up and said, "I also believe the law will stand on the side of justice. So, let's leave it at that."
"Wait, Mr. Jackson, there's one more thing I hope to get your help with. You must have heard the noise outside, it's reporters and your fans."
"I sincerely apologize to you again. I hope you can calm everyone's emotions and prevent the situation from worsening."
Michael looked at Lawyer Meserio, who nodded.
"Alright, I'll be giving interviews after I go out anyway."
"Thank you, thank you very much!"
Outside the Police Department, a group of people waited anxiously, their curses almost blowing the roof off the Police Department.
Half an hour later, the door opened again, and Michael walked out, followed by Brown Howard and Lawyer Meserio.
Seeing the electronic screen directly facing the Police Department's main entrance not far away, Michael instantly understood that only Eric had the ability to cause such a commotion in such a short time.
Although Chen Xing was also very capable, his influence was concentrated in the real estate sector, and he couldn't compare to Eric in terms of public opinion.
Upon seeing the main figure, the reporters immediately pounced like rabbits, and the sound waves grew even louder, making Brown Howard break out in cold sweat. In his mind, he had already cursed Tom Schneider's entire female family again and again.
Michael stood on the steps, raising his hands to signal for silence.
He then spoke, "Thank you all for coming so far to support me. I have many things I want to tell you, but right now I can only say I love you all!"
"Oh!"
Everyone cheered.
Michael then briefly recounted his experiences from yesterday to today. Brown Howard's eyelids twitched again, and he could only pray that Michael wouldn't say anything unfavorable.
"Michael, you must have seen the video on the big screen. What are your thoughts on it?" a reporter from the Freeman newspaper asked.
Michael shook his head: "Heartbreak. They shouldn't have done this. This is not what a Prosecutor should do. This behavior severely infringed upon my rights, and I will reserve the right to sue."
"So, did the Police Department find any evidence at Neverland Ranch? You understand what kind of evidence I'm referring to."
"No, no evidence at all, even though my home was destroyed like this. If you don't believe me, you can ask Chief Howard."
Hearing that the Chief of Police was standing behind Michael, everyone's gaze immediately fell on him. Looking at the anger in their eyes, Brown Howard suddenly felt somewhat uncomfortable.
He could only nod: "Mr. Jackson is right. The Police Department did not find any evidence related to this case."
"This violent search was entirely Tom Schneider's personal act, and the Government will definitely give the public a satisfactory answer."
A Los Angeles Times reporter aimed the camera: "Michael, you've been held at the Police Department for over 12 hours. Since the police violently destroyed your home, have you yourself suffered any violence?"
Facing this question, Michael said nothing, but instead silently turned his back to the crowd.
Lawyer Meserio carefully helped him roll up his sleeve, revealing two long bloodstains on his arm, looking shocking in the sunlight.
Below, there was a flurry of camera flashes. The reporters were incredibly excited; the material was becoming richer and more substantial.
They even began to look forward to the court hearing at the end of the month, wondering what big scandal would erupt then.
"Alright, my statement ends here. If anyone wants to know more, you can come to Neverland Ranch. I also hope everyone doesn't block the Police Department, so as not to delay normal police dispatches and affect those who need help."
Michael's words immediately made everyone feel a sense of compassion.
He's truly amazing, I could cry!
In contrast, Brown Howard almost fainted when he saw the bloodstains.
From his experience, he could naturally tell that they were caused by friction from being handcuffed for too long.
But damn it, he could swear he really didn't know about this, and could only continue to curse Tom Schneider in his heart.
Michael left after speaking. Some people and reporters followed him to Neverland Ranch, while other reporters began to surround Brown Howard.
As for the group hired by Chen Xing, they naturally continued to surround the Police Department. He had already paid for three days, and if that wasn't enough, he would continue. After all, protests and demonstrations are very popular in America.
Of course, theoretically speaking, demonstrations in America also need to be reported to the Municipal Government in advance, otherwise the Police Department can take necessary measures.
But this time, the Police Department truly had no valid reason, so while maintaining restraint, they could only turn a blind eye to avoid further escalation of the conflict.
Neverland Ranch, Michael and a crowd of reporters arrived successively.
From a distance, the electronic screen at the main gate could be seen, with the video playing on a loop.
Michael led the reporters to his living quarters and said, "If you need to, you can go inside and film."
Upon hearing this, reporters eagerly went inside to film firsthand material. Later, in Michael's bedroom, they found two Playboy magazines exposed in the rubble.
Pushing aside the debris, the covers were revealed, showing his old friends Madonna and Charlie's Angels' Drew Barrymore.
The reporters couldn't help but smile, taking close-up shots.
After they finished filming, Asherkin was already waiting outside.
"Dear reporter friends, if anyone needs this video, please follow me. Everyone can get a copy."
The reporters were led away by Asherkin, everything was clearly arranged.
Eric never appeared from beginning to end. It was better to stay behind the scenes for such matters. It wouldn't be difficult for anyone with a mind to investigate, but there was no need to actively expose himself.
"Welcome home!"
Eric and Michael embraced.
"Eric, thank you. You always appear in my time of need, like an angel in my life."
Siti brought a private doctor to treat Michael. Eric felt relieved when he saw that the doctor was White.
Because he remembered that Michael's direct cause of death was an overdose of drug injections, and the murderer was his private doctor.
He couldn't remember the name, but he remembered the doctor was Black.
"Doctor, is the injury serious?"
"It's nothing major, just superficial wounds."
Only then did the few of them relax. Eric said, "These people, I will make them pay!"
"Haha. With this video, Tom Schneider is destined to be finished. As for how far the situation will ultimately escalate, that depends on how much public opinion ferments."
"Of course, the bigger the better. I haven't used all my tricks yet!"