Benjamin nodded.

"Well, this is not a strange thing. Some vicious criminals always feel that it is very troublesome to cover up their fingerprints every time they commit a crime, so they erase the fingerprints once and for all.

Some are even more crazy. In order to cover up the hair at the crime scene, they even take medicines of deterioration of the stratum corneum to achieve the effect of whole body hair removal. This way, unless it is bleeding, it will be difficult to leave traces on the scene.

Some people have never participated in blood donation, physical examinations, and hospitals never go to, so they don’t even have DNA data. Even if they bleed, they can’t find information in the government’s database, which is almost a complete ‘ghost’.”

Although Edwards ranks last among Sherlock-level detectives, there are still many criminals he has seen, and the lack of fingerprints does not have any impact on him.

"It can be confirmed for the time being that the murderer's ability is not very good, his IQ is not very high, but he is a little paranoid, self-righteous, and his methods are cruel and decisive, and he is the same for himself.

Although there are no clues such as fingerprints, they do not mean to avoid surveillance cameras. I don’t know if they are too confident or want to provoke the police and detectives.

Anyway, contact the transportation department and he should be easily found.”

Edwards made a simple assumption. Of course, this assumption is different from the test and writing, and will largely not match the facts, but the direction is generally not too biased.

It's just a lunatic who blew up the police station. He was either hatred or a pleasure criminal. It shouldn't be very difficult, but why did the [Library] ask me to follow up?

Just as Edwards was thinking, suddenly, he caught a look in the crowd looking at him.

Looking into the crowd, Edwards saw an orphanage staff member, a woman in her 40s, wearing an apron, looking like a cleaning man. She was staring at Edwards' big belly, and a hint of hesitation flashed through her expression.

"Miss, do you have any worries?" Edwards asked.

"Oh...I...emmm..." The woman thought for a while: "Okay, I think I have something to do."

"???" Edwards was stunned. The context of this woman's speech was very interesting. What does it mean to [I think I have something to do...]?

"What's the matter?" he asked.

The woman hesitated again, as if she was organizing the language, and after a while: "This matter sounds strange, but...I need a piece of paper and pen."

Edwards looked at her, and soon several police officers found a piece of paper and pen and handed it to her.

The woman immediately pressed the paper on the wall and drew it on it.

After a while, the woman handed the drawn paper to Edwards.

The chef took the paper, took a look, and frowned.

I saw that there was a round and cartoon character on the painting, with a big belly and a round head, very short, slender limbs and disproportionate figure. Between the two "balls" of the head and body, a scarf...

Edwards looked at the painting blankly, and a sentence popped out in his mind for a long time.

"This...isn't this me?"

There was also a group of cartoon characters standing next to the fat villain in this painting. Judging from the simple dress, they should be policemen.

Edwards looked back at him and found that the picture seemed to be the scene he was in at this moment.

In the upper right corner of the screen, a small "explosive" frame was also spent, and the text inside was [booo!!!].

Obviously, it's referring to the explosion.

And under the exploded small frame, there is a smiling face drawn.

Edwards immediately looked up: "What does this painting mean?"

The woman who cleaned up the sanitation was also a little nervous: "I...I don't actually know what it means, but I see that the person in this painting looks very similar to you, so..."

"Where did this painting come from?" Edwards asked again. In fact, it was already very obvious. It must have been another provocation by the imitation.

However, the woman also looked embarrassed.

"Speak quickly! Who gave it to you, or where you saw it, don't be afraid, the police will protect you."

The woman hesitated for a long time: "This...this painting was what I saw when I was a child."

"What?!" Edwards was stunned: "When I was a kid?"

"Yeah." The woman nodded: "I am 42 years old this year, and this painting was seen when I was 12 years old. Because during that time, this painting appeared in my mailbox every day and lasted for more than half a year, so I remember it very clearly."

"Age 14...a painting 30 years ago?" Benjamin was completely puzzled: 'How is this possible?'

"Yes, that's why I've been hesitating whether to tell you about this."

"Then...then..." Benjamin didn't know what to ask for for a moment: "Then have you seen the person who put this painting in your mailbox?"

The woman frowned: "I've seen it. My parents thought it was strange, so they would look down from the window upstairs early in the morning. I saw it several times. It was a man with a hunchback with a mask and couldn't see his face clearly. Several times my father rushed downstairs, caught him right away, and warned him not to do such pranks again.

But... this painting still appears in my mailbox every day.

The strange man didn't listen to the dissuasion at all. Once my father wanted to beat him up, but the man didn't fight back. He stuffed the painting into the mailbox and ran away with a sharp smile. His running posture was very strange. I saw it and had nightmares for several days."

Benjamin swallowed.

Well, the story this woman tells is not that scary, but it is extremely weird.

30 years ago?

According to the description, the person who went to the mailbox for thirty years seemed to be the murderer of today's explosion.

How is this possible? Because Benjamin saw the criminal's face in the monitor.

No matter how disgusting he looks, he should be only around 30 years old.

30 years ago, he should have been a child?

Moreover, why did the paintings from thirty years ago draw today's scenes?

Or is this just a coincidence?

Benjamin rubbed his head, and he seemed to understand why [Library] wanted to pay attention to this case specifically.

He looked at the simple drawing in his hand and pondered, what exactly does this painting mean?

Suddenly, a very ridiculous idea popped up in Benjamin's mind.

"Your home...is the one you lived in when you were 12 years old...?"
Chapter completed!