"Lynn Bartleion, when you were in the interrogation room, I already warned you that this is Glostit. Humility takes one far farther than courting popularity with sensational acts,"
"It seems you haven't learned your lesson."
Clearly, including himself, no one present believed that Lynn had already cracked the case of the Amputator.
After all, it had only been two days since the thirty-sixth incident, and he had been staying in his cell the whole time with access only to other prisoners, devoid of any channel to contact the outside world.
Even if we take a step back,
Assuming he could get in touch with the outside world, the idea of solving the serial killings that had plagued the Imperial Capital for over a year in such a brief period of time was utterly preposterous.
If he really had such strategic abilities, then all of the Empire's intelligence organizations might as well stop operating and line them all up for a firing squad.