Jenna suddenly woke up, took a deep breath, and felt as if she had been lifted up from under the ice.
Then she noticed that Bruce was looking at her as if she had seen a ghost.
"What's wrong? Professor Wayne? Are you okay?" Jenna wiped the sweat from her forehead with the heel of her palm, and then said: "I'm sorry, I may be a little too whimsical. I just suddenly thought of this and said it.
, maybe I should be more rigorous?”
Bruce pursed his lips again and again, and then said, "Can you tell me how you saw this?"
"I just could feel that he was in pain."
"deceased?"
"murderer."
Jenna looked at the photo with pity, but she was not looking at Nygma that was divided into many pieces at all, but seemed to be seeing another soul through this corpse.
"His soul was almost destroyed in a sudden disaster, which made him extremely painful."
Jenna's eyes fell on the second photo. That photo was an overhead shot of an oil drum, and the people in the oil drum were already roasted.
"He was telling everyone that he was turned into something else, just like the man in the barrel, who turned from a human into food. This is exactly what happened to him, being turned into a food by another stronger being.
Fish meat on the chopping board.”
"But he didn't give up... No, at that time he had no way to choose whether to give up or not. Maybe someone saved him, someone put him in a safe house. It was... very small, but it made him feel very safe.
, like this oil barrel.”
"He completed a change there, and he gained a new life. The thing that was reorganized was no longer him, but another... a stronger thing. He believed that God could not shake him like this.
Or maybe he wants to shake God?"
"If I could see the scene, maybe I could feel more, but with only the photos, I can't be sure what he was going to do. I can only say that it seemed like this."
"And this..." Jenna reached out and took the third photo, tilted her head, stared at the photo closely and said: "This is a demonstration, he is provoking something... the sky?
He wants to point his power towards the sky?"
"I guess he may be declaring war on the god who tore him apart before. This is a... declaration of war totem, a bit like giving the middle finger to that god. Sorry, it may be a bit rude to say this, but it is true.
"
Bruce stared at Jenna for a long time. It wasn't until Jenna was a little frightened by his stare that Bruce said, "I'm asking you why, how, how..."
"I can't explain it," Jenna said: "It's just a feeling. Has the case been solved? Did I happen to be right?"
"I know this is how you feel, so what did you observe to get this feeling?"
"Photos."
"What part of the photo is it?"
"An overall atmosphere." Jenna looked at the photo again and said, "The overall mood of the picture."
"Ambience? What makes up atmosphere?"
"All of this." Jenna stretched out her hand and circled the photo, and then said: "The content presented enters my mind through the eyes, and then is transformed into an atmosphere that I can feel."
"Everything..." Bruce seemed to be choked.
He quickly walked to Jenna, picked up a photo, placed it in front of Jenna and said: "Now that you have a basic understanding of criminal investigation, you can tell how this person's wounds were passed through.
Is it caused by this?”
"What wound? The one that killed him or the one that divided him?"
"You don't think it's the same thing?"
"no."
"Where did you see it?"
"He won't use the same thing," Jenna said, crossing her arms. "He won't use the thing that killed him to divide him."
"Why?"
"Because he needs to explain his divisions. If he uses the same thing, wouldn't it be unified? So of course it is not the same."
"Why don't you look at the scars?"
"I can't understand." Jenna said very bluntly: "There is too much blood and I can't see anything clearly."
Bruce had no choice but to light up the holographic screen and maximize the high-definition photo. Jenna stared at the cross-section of the wound and looked left and right, then shook her head and said, "I saw bones, muscles and blood."
"What do they combine to form?"
"A bloody picture."
Bruce patted his forehead hard and said: "It can be seen from the blood flow path that this muscle has been cut repeatedly, which means that the instrument used by the other party when dismembering the body was not sharp enough, and there is a place on the neck of the corpse.
The injuries do not match, which proves that the murderer used two weapons."
"Then wasn't I right?"
"You...but you have to talk about evidence." Bruce emphasized to her: "You have to draw conclusions through analysis, not guessing."
"Okay, I'll try again."
Bruce enlarged the second photo.
"How do you think he put him in the oil drum?"
"He took apart the oil drum." Jenna said: "First flatten the side into an iron sheet, then bend the iron sheet to wrap it, and finally put the bottom and lid of the oil barrel on to restore it to an oil barrel.
shape."
"How can you tell?"
"He wanted to hug him. This corpse represented a moment he had experienced. Someone hugged him like this iron sheet, squeezing him inward and keeping him in a safe space, so he used
The oil drum and corpse restored this process, and the answer is complete."
Bruce opened his mouth, used the remote control to enlarge a part of the photo, then pointed at it and said: "This place has been suppressed twice, and the metal has been discolored due to repeated suppression, so it proves that the oil drum has been violently dismantled and restored.
The previous shape.”
"Yeah, that's it." Jenna blinked her big eyes and nodded.
Bruce covered his forehead, closed his eyes, opened his eyes and said, "Okay, let's do it again one last time."
This time it's the third photo.
"Where do you think this stake came from?"
"It's wood, but it's not a tree. I mean, he didn't chop down a tree because he felt he didn't deserve it. He felt disdain for the thing he was provoking and felt he didn't deserve the extra labor.
.”
"So he went and found a... wooden fence? I guess it was one of those tall fences on the farm, and it had to be the tallest one around where he was getting the wood, because the middle finger was longer than all the fingers.
"
Bruce enlarged the photo again. There was a series of numbers stamped on the root of the fence. Bruce said: "This is a fence on a dairy farm. It can be seen from the wood that it is produced by a cheap wood product manufacturer. And like this
Things usually do not provide installation services, so customers need to assemble them according to the number. Judging from the number, this thing should indeed be the highest fence."
Jenna nodded and said, "It seems I'm very lucky and I guessed it right again."
"But you can't always guess like this. You have to learn to observe and then deduce."
"This is difficult." Jenna said: "I don't know enough about the common sense of the earth. For example, I can't tell what kind of wood this piece of wood is made of, so naturally I can't draw the following conclusions."
"This can all be solved through learning."
"I will try my best." Jenna smiled at Bruce and said.
"Okay, so would you like to profile the murderer?"
"Male, aged in his early 20s, suffering from mental illness, relatively thin, with twitching limbs, but mentally recovered. If the case has not been solved, you can find patients who have recently been discharged from a nearby mental hospital who meet the above criteria.
The description should be the murderer."
"Tell me how you came to this conclusion."
"He is a male, because only males can use upright images as totems. This is a form of fertility worship."
"You can't tell the difference between wood, but you understand fertility worship."
"I saw it in a book on criminal investigation. They said that many serial murderers have genital problems..."
"Wait a minute, you go and open the door first...Forget it, let's not bring up this topic, and continue talking."
"He was very young. Perhaps he had heard about the city's street culture from someone and was very curious about it. Tramps and street kids often gathered around oil drums to warm themselves, so the oil drums became a symbol of street culture. He chose
The fact that the oil drum is not something else proves that he is very young at heart."
"Is this what you saw in the criminal investigation book?"
"No, it's because I'm also very interested in street culture." Jenna crossed her hands and made a hip-hop gesture and said, "I like spray painting, and I plan to learn it."
"Go on."
"This whole case was a celebration. He felt very happy, so his hands were shaking all the time and it was normal for his limbs to twitch."
"How did you know that he had recovered?"
"I said he was celebrating." Jenna said helplessly, "This is his farewell, bidding farewell to the pain of the past, looking forward to his new life, and expressing his provocation to his enemies."
"so what?"
"So he is already a normal person!" Jenna raised her voice and said: "Not everyone has the ability to celebrate. According to my observation, at least half of human beings do not know what celebration is. He can do this, even
More than many normal people.”
"Are you so sure?"
"When was the last time you celebrated from the bottom of your heart, Professor?"
Bruce was silent, then he shook his head and said, "Maybe it's the birthday of one of my children."
"You're happy for him, but are you happy for yourself?"
"Why should I be happy about myself?"
"Because you raised him and made him grow up so well, you should love yourself from the bottom of your heart for being so responsible and educational, and celebrate it warmly, right?"
Bruce stared at her in silence for a while and said: "It is difficult for humans to love themselves so much."
"But you can definitely do it. This is how you get out of the quagmire." Jenna looked into his eyes and said, "You were not born with such an ability, but you learned it."
Bruce narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "What else can you see?"
"It's rude to spy on others like this, but if you want to know, I can try to tell you."
Jenna didn't wait for Bruce to reply, but looked into his eyes and said: "Loss occupies a very important position in your life, but it is not the theme of your life, because you have gained more through losing, including what I said,
Learn how to love yourself, and then by loving yourself, let others love you.”
"Since this is a difficult ability for others, people who have this ability are always enviable and curious. You show this side without any scruples and make those who can't do it have a strong interest in you.
, that’s how you attract their attention.”
"They'll think you've always been like this, but like I said, it's not something you're born with, it's something you learn..."
"No, it's not family learning. That's too early. Social education? No, it's not strong enough to shake you... alone?"
Jenna frowned and said: "A strong enemy, but also a good mentor... No, not so peaceful, you met a tyrant... nor so cold and heartless."
"I think it should be something between the two. It is both authority and a source of security for you."
"He hugged you, just like a murderer hugging his victim with the iron sheet of an oil drum. I think you should be able to understand this..."
Jenna suddenly stopped and looked at Bruce with wide eyes, full of fear.