"The information above is too unreliable. It's been a week, right? The fish that slipped through the net hasn't come back yet. He must have been taken away by the special search team for protection, and he asked me to wait here."
In a busy commercial street, a thin man wearing a floral shirt and large-framed sunglasses, holding an ice cream in one hand and a phone in the other, was complaining inside. His mouth was like a machine gun, with various words flowing out one after another.
When I came out, there was no time to answer the call on the other side.
After a while, he gradually stopped talking and said instead: "So, I think instead of spending time looking for the fish that slipped through the net now, it would be better to find the little guy who caused a lot of trouble on Ruther Street recently.
Come out. His ability is very interesting. If he can be roped in, he will be a good addition. After all, we have also used some energy to temporarily block the news in Bursonburg. It has not spread out yet. We must seize this window period.
Well!"
Suddenly, the man in the flowered shirt raised his voice: "What? No, how could I be afraid of trouble! However, if the fish that slipped through the net was taken away by the special search team, how could I catch him with my strength?"
As he talked, he walked slowly down the long street.
However, the man didn't notice that on the other side of the street, behind the floor-to-ceiling glass of the cafe, a pair of eyes were staring at him.
"This man's body shape, footprints, and footholds are 99% consistent with the person who was watching outside my apartment! Then, it should be him! I don't know which force he is from.
, the force behind the wrist-slitter? Maybe I should check that Teblon laboratory."
Colin looked away and thought in his mind.
opposite.
"...What I can do is find clues from the scene and the corpse."
"Also, where was the body placed?"
Colin's eyes were fixed on Officer Jim again, but what he was paying attention to was the thin thread extending from the other man's body.
"Of course we applied, but other neighborhood police stations sabotaged it." Officer Jim clenched his fists.
"Sorry, I haven't had a good rest recently. What did you just say? There was a murder?" Colin remained calm, observing the policeman opposite, thinking in his mind: I need to observe carefully to find the meaning of faith.
However, these have nothing to do with Colin. What he wants to find out is what kind of changes and feedback he will get in response to believers' requests.
"In order to reduce our crime detection rate and prevent us from ending the year smoothly," Officer Jim was a little frustrated. "Although I am very reluctant, the fact is that many of my colleagues think that the police are just a profession, and solving crimes is work.
The rate is an important proof of funding for the coming year, so at the last moment of the year, people from other neighborhoods not only refused to come to help, but also maliciously sabotaged my actions."
"So, what do you want me to do when you come to me?" Colin asked. He was already a little interested and had the idea of intervening, but more importantly, he wanted to find out what the "believer" in front of him had.
meaning.
Could it be that the evidence and clues that suddenly disappeared did not involve the extraordinary?
"It seems that this kind of case closure is not a real case closure, but just for the closure rate." Colin shrugged, "Then what if something like this happens again in the future? The murderer killed someone again."
"Why did other police stations destroy it?" Colin was really curious.
Officer Jim's call brought Colin back from his thoughts.
"Put it in a hospital that cooperates with the police station. I can contact Detective Langley and he may let us in. At least yesterday's new victim is still in a nearby hospital and has not had time to be transferred to the cooperative hospital. We still have
There is a chance." Officer Jim answered.
"Okay," Colin rubbed his eyebrows and roughly understood: "What about the higher-level police station?"
but……
After a certain period of time, there is no way to summon the soul of a corpse.
"It was originally three bank clerks..." Officer Jim took out the hard-cover notepad from his arms.
"Sir, do you even know this?" Officer Jim was a little surprised, but then he became even more excited. He felt that this gentleman really had the ability, so he said bluntly: "As far as I know, no. Chief John has reported it to the superiors, but
No reply was received, so the case is still backlogged on Ruther Street."
A faint shock echoed in Colin's heart.
Three bank employees died in the street behind the bank;
"It's like this. A serial killer appeared recently. His first attack happened to be the day you reported the crime for the second time, Mr. Varlan. It was a little later. The victims were three bank employees..." Officer Jim
Instead of being impatient, I introduced it again.
But this time, Colin also became concerned about what he said——
"They all chose the hidden place closest to the deceased. They are very familiar with the terrain. They must be people who have visited the place before or have lived there for a long time. Didn't the police station ask for surveillance?"
A young conscientious police officer in a corrupt police station.
"Even so, with so many people dead, it's not something that a small police station in a neighborhood can take responsibility for, right? It shouldn't be for the chief of the police station to mobilize all the manpower for such a big and important case, compared to other neighborhoods.
Police, are you here to handle it together?"
The key is, when did he start to believe in it? And, what is the form of belief? Is it directly pointing to Colin Varland?
"The police station has limited manpower, and its ability to solve crimes...is not very good. We are under pressure from our superiors and must solve the case as soon as possible before the end of the year." Officer Jim only hesitated for a moment before revealing the true situation, "Chief
We are at a loss. Although there are some clues at each crime scene, we can't find any clues! What's more important is that while we are investigating, the murderer is still committing crimes. There are more and more cases and more and more clues.
There are many, but every time a key point is found, it will be interrupted, just like the murderer appears out of thin air and then disappears out of thin air..."
"You can't blame a serial murder case that only happened in your own jurisdiction." Colin looked at the young police officer in front of him and asked, "Why do you need help from an outsider like me for such a case?"
It was another serial killer, and all the cases occurred in the Ruther neighborhood. Colin could already imagine Director John's distressed appearance.
"It is indeed him." Colin nodded, "Officer, I hope to see this man's body as soon as possible."
"Who did you say was the last deceased?" Colin was stunned when he heard a familiar name.
Colin's heart moved, and he asked: "The previous serial murder case, I mean the one I reported the case to, should have been handed over to other departments? Isn't it true that no one was sent to investigate the current case?"
"But these conditions are difficult to meet now. After all, I, a civilian, cannot approach the crime scene at will, and those corpses must be stored somewhere, out of reach of ordinary people."
"I want to solve the case! Let justice be done! Even if it takes more time, I don't care about the end of the year time limit! But..." Officer Jim's fists clenched tighter and tighter, "The Bureau will not accept such a result, Director.
They are already planning to close the case."
To be precise, it is to use eyes to obtain data feedback and to summon the soul directly on the corpse.
"Okay, I don't want to let such a murderer go unpunished." Colin replied with a smile, "But I'm actually not good at reasoning..."
Is it because of faith?
This silk thread is very thin, light and emitting a shimmer, connected to itself, but it is not clear where it is connected.
"Very good," Colin nodded and leaned back, "Tell me about the case. Who are the deceased?"
"Um?"
Or...a rising star in the police force who is eager to make meritorious deeds and has great ambitions?
"Is this thread a thread of faith? When the wrist-slitter said he wanted to migrate his faith, there was a similar thread connected to it, but it was interrupted by the accident. In other words, does the policeman in front of me actually believe in me?
?But why? I only met him once. At that time, he was obviously ordered to monitor me..."
"That's a new case. The crime will definitely happen next year. Even if it's not, it will be changed to next year in the reporting materials." Officer Jim sighed, "Mr. Varlan, I am alone and have no ability."
I am limited, so I can only come to you for help. Are you willing to help me?"
The lone soldier of justice.
A gang member died on the street behind his home;
A restaurant owner died in his own kitchen;
I always look directly at the answers.
"There were some suspects, but they were all eliminated in the end. As for surveillance, due to the financial resources of the Ruther neighborhood, we cannot install too many cameras. The limited few are almost broken." Officer Jim said helplessly, "But still
Let’s talk about the last deceased person. He was the philanthropist Zal Mobende who had just returned from abroad. He died in the toilet of his home. What we have access to now is the body of the last person..."
A flower girl died in a remote street.
"They are busy with other things, I don't know the specifics, but even if someone intervenes, judging from last experience, it will only be a liaison officer who comes to reprimand the director, and we police officers are still the ones doing the work.
, the result will not change."
"Mr. Varlan? Mr. Varlan?"
"Philanthropist Zal Mobender," Officer Jim flipped through his little notebook, "His main industry is a pawn shop."
"...The situation is like this. The number of dead has increased to seven, but the murderer has never been found." In the coffee shop on the street, Officer Jim said to Colin with a solemn expression.
In less than a week, a ruthless killer killed seven people in a row.
The special search team didn't take over?
I overestimated myself, and I was already on fire when I woke up.
I just took medicine to sleep one day, and when I woke up and took medicine, I felt groggy and couldn't code.
I can only make simple modifications to save the manuscript.
So I can only update it once, I hope everyone understands...