At noon, the snowflakes finally stopped, and there was a moderately cold and gloomy atmosphere on the streets. The clouds above New York were brewing a more ferocious blizzard, and there was a slight snow disaster warning on the news.
In the room that had been ravaged by bombs and flames, the police were busy working, cleaning the scene and examining the bodies. Some police officers immediately pulled out all the surveillance footage and began to analyze it.
At around 1 o'clock in the afternoon, a car stopped outside the closed entertainment venue. The street was blocked. Two white men in casual clothes walked out. One was a tall and thin man with a height of almost two meters. Next to him,
The man was only about 1.7 meters tall, had a gentle appearance, and wore a pair of thin-rimmed eyes. He looked like a white-collar employee working a nine-to-five job in a large company.
The fat police chief with a serious look came out and said, "You are..."
"FBI, I'm Deni Lawan, and this is Agent Michelle Phillip. I think they've introduced us to you on the phone... we're actually planning to go to San Francisco for a vacation trip, uh, I'm
Said... this thing should be more interesting than traveling." He took out his ID from his arms and the tall man named Deni introduced himself, but the gentle-faced Michelle didn't say anything and took out his ID to show him.
He adjusted his glasses casually and looked around.
"Oh, I'm Tim, Tim Robbins, the person in charge of this area." After shaking hands with the two, the fat police chief led them inside, "This is an entertainment venue on the surface, but actually...
...Of course, there is a large black market boxing venue down there, which is held every Saturday. I want you to know, because we once conducted an investigation here, but it was stopped later because your people were also involved at that time.
."
"Well, that's right, but that matter has been settled. Tom who originally conducted the investigation... click..." his finger lightly scratched the side of his neck. The tall agent raised his eyebrows playfully, "he is dead."
Oh, of course after settling the matter here."
"Uh..." The fat police chief spread his hands. He didn't dare to talk about this matter anymore, and then a few people walked into the corridor leading to the back. Due to the water spray in the morning, the surrounding walls were wet at this time, and police officers came from time to time.
The police officer passed by the three of them, and the atmosphere was very cold. After a while, the police chief deliberately changed the subject.
"Let's go this way. Well, let me explain briefly. The time of the incident was 10:45 in the morning. There was only one explosion in the whole incident, but the explosion was quite powerful. The entire passage, nearly twenty meters in front and back, was
A total of eight people were affected and died. Five of them had been affected by the bomb. The other three bodies were intact. One of them was Gary Temple, who was a black market boxer. Although his ranking was not very good,
But there would be no problem in dealing with eight to ten ordinary people with bare hands. His Adam's apple was hit hard, and then his neck was broken... According to the judge's words, it was like twisting a chicken - he had no time to do anything.
Resist..."
At this point, he shook his head in disbelief, and the agent Michelle wearing glasses frowned: "Adam's Adam's apple? That means he was hit hard in the front, and there are no other injuries?"
"No, his body was intact and the examination was quick. You know, we have the best forensic doctors in the United States... The preliminary examination results are that he was in good health before his death. He did not take any drugs and did not sleep with any woman.
He was strong enough to kill a cow, and then... he was killed without any resistance."
"Troublesome..." The two detectives looked at each other, and the police chief added: "By the way, according to the forensic doctor, Gary Temple's Adam's apple was shattered. Theoretically, it may have been directly hit by a hammer.
But the injury test showed that it was a punch, and the force was perfectly concentrated at one point, at least more than three hundred pounds. You know, even if he survived because of the rigorous training, this punch had already caused devastating damage to his neck.
If you get hit hard, you won’t be able to survive for long.”
"Is Bruce Lee reincarnated? Where is the scene?"
"You'll see it soon."
Turning the corner ahead, the wall that had been peeled off black due to the explosion appeared in front of it. A group of policemen carefully checked the surroundings, looking for anything that might be useful. Since the police arrived very quickly, the scene was basically complete.
"The center point of the crime should be the middle room inside. You know, in addition to underground boxing matches, they also have a lot of messy business here. I have to say, their backstage is amazing." The fat police chief put on a mask and covered his head.
Covering their mouths and noses, he led the two people around the charred objects on the ground, occasionally pulling open some things covered by white cloth, most likely corpses, "The owner of a private company is renting this place. The background is very blurry, but
Generally known as a relatively legitimate businessman, this room was rented by him to store some things. Of course, on the surface they were some company documents. He would often come over to deal with some things. This is not unusual. It is the hobby of every underground boxing match.
Anyone can have a room like this, as long as you can afford it.”
"At the time of the incident, he entered the room, and his two bodyguards were standing outside the door. This was all seen on the surveillance camera. His two bodyguards were very professional, but they seemed a little too professional. They had guns on them...
Soon after, the camera turned away, and they were spotted again
After a few minutes, the monitors drank wine yesterday and did not notice the pause between the monitors. Then in the footage, they had fallen to the ground. The first two people who came tried to see their bodies, but the murderer had obviously already
The bomb was pressed under the body of one of the people, and two people were killed on the spot. The body holding the bomb... was almost broken into pieces, and most of what we just saw were... and then the body inside..."
"Aaron Eckhart, businessman..." What appeared in front of us was a room whose door had been blown open. The surroundings had become charred due to the flames. Several policemen were busy on one side of the room.
, they removed the bookshelf that was originally there, and there was obviously a secret room in the back. There was no way to open it normally, and they were trying to force the door open. The body was not far in front of the door, and it had been partially burned.
The forensic doctor was taking notes next to him.
"What is that?" Adjusting his glasses, the detective named Michelle gestured towards the secret room. The police chief said: "Obviously, a room that cannot be opened. The person in charge here refused to explain it.
, and later said that it was a secret business here. As long as you have enough money, you can own such a room, except for yourself. Even the property owner does not know how to open it, and the victim’s thumb was cut off. And there
There is a fingerprint lock, and it is obvious that the murderer has entered. The person who is busy is an expert. He is best at sliding doors and picking locks, haha..."
"So...where is this Mr. Eckhart? What is his condition now?"
"Dead, cooked, like a medium-rare steak, I like it." Hearing Michelle's words, the thin and somewhat nervous forensic doctor who was taking notes on the ground raised his head and picked up a knife on the dead body.
He poked gently. "There are twenty-three wounds in total. The person who did it is a genius... No, I mean he is a master. There is no doubt that the cut on the throat was the first one. The murderer used his hand from behind."
Hold his mouth and nose, very hard, very hard..."
The forensic doctor stood up from the ground and vigorously tried to recreate the scene at that time. He grabbed it with one hand and used the other hand to chop the bone like a dagger: "You must not be able to imagine. His bones have been dislocated.
And there was a slight laceration. The other party just held him with his hands, and the force almost crushed his face. Then he first cut his throat. The wound was very deep, and the blood would spurt out for more than one meter, and then
It was his thighs, shoulders, and all over his body. It was like piercing breasts. It was pierced more than 20 times in a row, all in order to prevent him from making even a slight sound. It was really a masterpiece that was reaching perfection. The outside
I haven't looked at those fragments carefully, but I have seen the three complete corpses. They are clean and tidy. He is definitely a master. I really hope to see him. It is a pleasure to appreciate his works..."
Michelle covered her mouth with a mask, listened to him quietly, and then said: "Alan, can anyone be more perverted than you?"
The forensic doctor made an indescribable gesture, and then said: "The guy here is really powerful, I bet you FBI bitches will never be able to catch him, how about that?"
"I like those who are mature."
"These two guys are college classmates. They have known each other for a long time and have expressed admiration for each other's butts." The tall detective explained to the strange fat police chief, and then said, "Well, let me take a look first.
The surveillance video, of course, must have been edited by someone."
"Okay, follow me." The fat police chief walked in front and led the tall man to the monitoring room, while Michelle stayed at the scene. "Well, according to the preliminary inspection conducted by our experts, the video has not been trimmed.
It seemed to be operating normally every moment, but... someone secretly made small modifications. The other party took advantage of this time difference and entered inside step by step. However, we still don't know how he did it.
The technology controls the entire monitoring system..."
All the way to the control room, dozens of screens alternated between images. Several police officers were studying it. When they saw the police chief come in and introduce the tall man's identity, a police officer controlled the time on the screen and began to introduce him.
Everything on the screen.
"The surveillance system on the entire floor is quite complete. In theory, there are almost no blind spots in surveillance, and the pictures have not been modified. However, after we reversed the line based on the other party's entry, we found that several shots had artificial artifacts that were difficult to detect.
The traces of control are here first..."
"There seemed to be some minor problems with the lens next to the entrance. The monitor was very keen and judged that there was something wrong with the monitor's stand, so he asked the bodyguard to take a look. In just a few seconds, the murderer entered this
Intersection…”
"Following this, there were some subtle adjustments to these lenses. If we hadn't known the results, we wouldn't have discovered the abnormalities in these lenses. There are many paths that can be taken when entering this room from the outside. In the first moment,
In the paragraph, you can find that there are people walking here, here, and here, so the murderer should have chosen this road. The camera turns around and he walks out. The camera behind him happens to show this intersection... there is no one.
, he is only one step faster than the camera. You see, the two shots of this aisle are very natural.
Come on, there is no one here, but in the meantime, this lens of about one and a half meters is moving, and the other one is also moving. The murderer... is hiding in this blank space of just one second, fixed speed, perfect
The earth controls everything..."
"Because of this kind of analysis, we can easily find that in this room that seems to be surrounded by surveillance cameras, someone has created a blank spot that is always moving. You see, the place slightly in front of the camera looks worse.
One point can coincide with the previous shot, but it is always one point away. He goes from here, to here, and then turns. Each aisle is exactly thirteen seconds. No more, no less... I hate this number...
"
"We pushed here through the blank lens, and you see, a lens in the front began to pan back, and here two black people were walking towards the corridor, and then...the lenses overlapped, we couldn't see anyone, and there was a door here...
We found two bodies inside. Forty-two seconds later, the black man turned around. Look, pay attention, the blind spot outside the camera began to appear again. Between these two shots, it was moving. Next
The corridor is also thirteen seconds..."
"Here, the cleaner started to overlap with the blind spot, but when he got here, the blind spot expanded... so the cleaner didn't die. The murderer didn't know how to avoid the cleaner. He paused here. Then he went this way
Come, from this shot on the side. We can see him, his name is Gary Temple, the other deceased... He disappeared, but did not appear in the next shot. Of course, this shot is currently filming the other side of the corridor,
He didn't show up for a while, and it wouldn't arouse suspicion. Then he didn't show up again. We found him in this room. His body seemed to have been thrown in casually by the murderer. Well, at the end, the murderer entered.
In this room, the businessman and his bodyguard came over, and you can clearly see..."
The entire monitoring room was quiet. The FBI agent subconsciously kept silent. The fat police chief walked around with his hands behind his back. Only the policeman's explanation voice echoed strangely, but it made the whole atmosphere even more intense.
Silence. Even though they had deduced these things many times together, listening to their colleagues systematically speaking out at this time still made people feel a chill from the bottom of their hearts. On the surveillance screen, the interior of the entire casino was not
Quietly, every corridor seems to have people passing by. Therefore, it seems that there are countless people coming and going, and there are obviously countless eyes observing, but there are always people walking silently through that place, like ghosts without anyone.
The weird feeling that can be discovered is even more profound.
Calm, precise, cunning, cold, if the other party likes it, maybe they can hide it behind their backs... Several people couldn't help but have this idea in their minds for a while. The tall detective controlled the surveillance
Qi looked at it again, then nodded and said: "Yes, he is here..."
Before he finished speaking, sudden gunshots suddenly came from the corridor outside. The next moment, another huge explosion shook the entire floor. When the police officers hurriedly drew their guns, the agent named Denis was already like
Like a leopard, it rushed out of the control room door and ran towards the direction where the sound came from.
There was movement in the corridor that had already been bombed.
There was smoke and dust billowing in front, and police officers were running over with guns from all around. In the smoke and dust, there were also police officers withdrawing, and just as they were about to rush in, a voice suddenly came from the pocket intercom on his collar, and he rushed towards the other road.
Rush away.
The sound of gunfire echoed faintly, and after turning several corridors, he entered the lobby of the entertainment venue again, and rushed out from the side window. It was a narrow alley behind the building. At the intersection not far away, two familiar figures were looking at each other.
Wandering around in hatred, it was Michel and his fellow doctor, one holding a gun and the other holding a scalpel, while the pedestrians on the roadside ran away.
"What's wrong?"
"The door to the secret room was opened, and then..." Michelle raised the gun and shrugged, "One of the people threw a bomb inside and rushed out. Guess who it was?"
"who?"
"That old friend we haven't caught for a long time."
Denis was stunned for a moment, and the perverted doctor Allen on the side also shook the scalpel: "I was also thinking that it was probably him."
"Zhuang Amir...Perojia..." After a moment, Deni nodded, "That's Perojia's place. They are coming here to destroy the traces...immediately notify the National Security Bureau and everyone responsible for the Tulip incident.
Maybe we can merge the cases..."
After greeting Allen, two FBI agents went to deal with it>>|In a deserted place, Allen took out the phone on his body and dialed a number. After a moment, the conversation started.
"Hey... James... Zhuang Amir's team has been recalled. Apparently Pei Luojia has begun to be afraid of Tulip... It's nothing, I'm just telling you this. I just fought with him and he wasn't injured. It was really worth it.