1059 It's the prison situation anyway, I forgot what time it was
The boots I have been waiting for since entering the prison crisis have finally landed.
It's just that the timing of its landing was too bad, just as Bohemia was looking for a serial killer. She stood up and was about to walk to the door when she heard the copy host stop her: "You are leaving.
Before entering the office, I must tell you who is the serial killer."
Bohemia stopped suddenly, and because it was so abrupt, the other two people glanced at her several times.
"After leaving the office, you will return to the main plot of "Prison Storm", so you must complete the mini-game before leaving." The instance host explained.
But she has no clue at all!
"I'm going to call first to see how little... Agent Geer is doing," she said in a hurry. She picked up the phone on the table and asked her subordinate Beef Sandwich, "What's the number?"
"Asking now?" The subordinate was stunned and hesitated at the door: "I think we should mobilize manpower quickly first..."
"You go and do that," Bohemia waved to him, "I'll rush over in a moment to take a look at the situation. But Agent Geer is from the Bureau of Investigation, and we can't let anything happen to him in prison!"
This statement seemed to be reluctantly accepted by the two of them - the man in overalls hurriedly followed the beef sandwich, and Bohemia dialed the number she just got, and soon heard a "hello" from the other end of the phone.
"It's me, how is Agent Geer? What happened to him?"
As she spoke, she pulled the phone cord, approached the window, and opened the blinds. On the playground where the wind was released, dozens of orange-red figures were pushing, bumping, running, and hitting the iron fence again and again;
Their roars and screams could be vaguely captured by her even from a high place.
The female doctor's answer surprised her.
"What?" Her voice suddenly became louder: "...I didn't see Agent Geer?"
Bohemia was startled and couldn't help but look up at the Cartesian figure who was also stuck on the phone receiver. Of course she couldn't see anything from the chaos; after calming down, she asked: "I
I heard that he was sent to your place because he had a convulsion?"
"No," the female doctor denied, seemingly in shock: "I just learned that there was a riot, and I haven't dared to leave the office. No one has been here during this time. It's strange, if you say that, where did he go?
Already?"
Bohemia glanced at the water glass on the table again, her mind was confused for a moment; after thinking about it, she asked: "...when the two Bureau agents came in just now, did you pour them water?
?”
"No, it was your secretary who poured it. He poured the water for the detectives before they came in."
No wonder! She always felt that when the doctor left, there was no water glass on the desk; it was not until the two agents sat down that the water glass appeared on the table - then it made sense. As a secretary,
It's normal to pour water for visitors... But if she remembers correctly, Secretary Sandwich never entered the office door from the beginning to the end after the mini game started. According to the copy host, "Among the people who walked into the office next
"One person is a serial killer", the serial killer cannot be the Sandwich Secretary.
Then...isn't it a problem with the water cup?
After hanging up the phone, Bohemia paused. She thought for a few seconds, but still couldn't figure it out. She began to get angry: "This crappy game is not interesting at all. There are not enough clues at all! And now people
They are all gone, I would like to observe again, but who am I to observe!"
"It's not like I have no clue at all." Descartes spoke slowly. The certificate floating on the wall blurred the background into a mosaic. "In this matter, four people may be lying.
...You can first try to deduce who the liar is."
"……ah?"
"You look so stupid like this." Descartes forgot that he was actually the prisoner of this fool, and said unceremoniously: "Haven't you thought of it yet? First, your secretary, that sandwich, 'Detective Gerr'
The story about the prisoner having a convulsion may have just been made up by him. But I can’t think of any benefit to him. After all, the secret will be exposed when asked afterwards.”
"The second person is a female doctor?"
"You are not completely stupid. If she is a serial killer and wants to satisfy her murderous desire, then now is indeed a good time. During the riots, everyone was panicked. Who knows who sent Agent Geer there?
The doctor personally received it? If the doctor hadn't received it, she could kill the person and then insist that she had never seen the person."
"Are you so bold?" This is a prison with strict supervision!
"You don't know, the biggest difference between female killers and male killers is that female killers are very good at finding disguises for themselves in daily life - such as nurses, wives, mothers... and other roles. With disguises, they also use disguises when killing people.
They are usually honest and ordinary, and you would never think that they are actually killing people under your nose. And I always feel that if Agent Geer suffered from convulsions, he would probably be poisoned. Even if it was not the poison from the secretary, it would not be possible.
Fortunately, the doctor found an opportunity to secretly release it. Who knows, maybe the doctor asked the secretary to pour water! But since there are so many doubts about her, it is definitely not her - oh, but if you think about it the other way around..."
This copy always seems to find a way to get around itself.
"How do you know so much?"
Although Descartes has no facial features, he still shows a bit of pride. "Why do you think I eat Evolutionary? It's all to gain knowledge, wisdom and experience in the human brain. Well, that criminologist still tastes good."
of."
...Looking at it like this, the nutrient absorption rate after eating it should not be very high.
"Can't you read?" Bohemia complained, without delving further, "Then who is the third person?"
"Who else could Agent Gale go out to smoke with?" Descartes asked rhetorically, "Your sandwich secretary just said that he had a convulsion. We don't know if he saw it with his own eyes. What if it was?
What did the old leather shoes tell him? What if the old leather shoes killed him and then lied about sending him to the medical room?"
In this way, it is obvious who the fourth person is - Bohemia reacted and sighed: "Even the little virgin himself is suspicious... He is probably pretending to have convulsions in order to create opportunities for himself.
.Then I can’t tell the difference even more!”
"You can also endure it and just wait motionless in the office. After the riot is subdued, you can assign people to investigate what happened to Agent Geer... But you, the warden, don't act so well.
If you pass, I think you will be peeled off another layer of onion skin."
Bohemia raised her hand and touched the onion on her head. Its smooth surface seemed to be very ticklish, and it trembled when she touched it with her fingers, and it floated away a little.
Full of reluctance, she opened the blinds and muttered: "When Lin Sanjiu hurts me, he does it exactly right. Why is it so difficult for me to open the gourd for her when it's my turn? I have to find the killer first... eh?"
"
"What's wrong?" Descartes rushed up immediately.
"That figure looks familiar... He's wearing a hat, but I can't tell the color of his hair. Is that a virgin or an old leather shoe?"
Now, I'm afraid I wouldn't even realize that he was not one of the guards. Since the man was mixed in with the guards and ran towards the prison playground with everyone, it was even harder to see who he was: "That's right, there was a riot in the prison.
, they have to help.”
"Thanks to your good position, you can keep an eye on him..." Descartes almost turned into a piece of paper and slipped out of the window.
The agent who had changed out of the Bureau of Investigation jacket was much more agile than the average guard and ran close to the guardrail in a blink of an eye. Almost all the guards' attention was on the playground inside the guardrail at this time - they took out their electric prods and kept firing.
They were beating and cursing on the guardrail, threatening and giving orders, trying to get the prisoners to retreat; therefore, except for Bohemia upstairs, almost no one noticed that the investigator reached into his arms and pulled out something black.
He hid it in the corner of his coat.
Under the cover of his other arm, he stood in the chaotic and shouting crowd, looking back and forth several times. Judging from his profile, his attitude was so calm that he was almost out of tune with his surroundings - perhaps because all the prisoners were rushing closer.
There was a row in front of the guardrail, and he quickly found his target. With a slight lift of his other arm, half of the thing he had hidden under his coat was revealed.
...That gun must be equipped with a silencer.
Bohemian didn't even hear how many times the gun was fired; he only saw the investigator's shoulders shake slightly, quickly put away the gun, took a few steps back, turned around and disappeared from the group of guards.
Until the investigator had disappeared, the other guards had not realized what had happened. After a long while, the prisoners' exclamations and curses suddenly rang out from the playground——
When pushing and shoving due to riots, it was completely normal for someone to accidentally fall; it was not until one of them fell to the ground and a pool of blood gradually opened from underneath him that the other angry prisoners finally discovered
wrong.
"Do you see clearly?" Descartes asked.
Bohemia shook her head: "No, but they must be old leather shoes."
"Oh? Why?"
"It's very simple. If this person is a little virgin, why bother pretending to have convulsions? As agents of the Investigation Bureau, they must help suppress riots when they encounter riots. If the little virgin purpose
If the purpose is to kill a prisoner, then there is no point in him pretending to have a convulsion and temporarily leaving the old leather shoes... Anyway, he will eventually reach the edge of the playground, and he will probably collide with the old leather shoes. Then the old leather shoes will look
, Hey, aren't you sick? It will arouse people's suspicion."
Descartes nodded up and down: "You can't tell, you and I wanted to go together. He can't kill people in front of Agent Geer..."
From this point of view, it is true that the little virgin "had a convulsion", but she was not sent to the medical room with old leather shoes.
"Maybe I gave him some poison to prevent him from getting in the way..." Bohemia picked up the little virgin's paper cup, looked at it and murmured.
There was silence in the office for a while.
"I saw you solved the puzzle." The voice of the dungeon host suddenly sounded, shocking everyone in the dungeon: "How about it, do you want to formally tell me the answer?"
Bohemia stared at the paper cup, looking at it over and over for a while, but did not speak. It was not until the copy host urged her again that she opened her mouth and said with some inexplicable reluctance: "Serial
The killer is old skin—"
She stopped talking abruptly.
"Huh? Who?" the copy host encouraged her to continue, "Is it the older agent?"
The old leather shoes killed a prisoner. There is no doubt that he is definitely the killer... But, but... I always feel like something is wrong.
Descartes suddenly said "ah" in her mind and shouted: "Wait! Don't answer yet!"
"how?"
"I also feel that something is wrong," Descartes said hurriedly. "Have you ever heard of profiling? Different types of killers are driven by different motives, so their behavior patterns are also different. The behavior patterns of old leather shoes are different from those of ordinary people.
Serial killers can’t compete! There was such a study on male serial killers, which believed that their killings were just the consequences of venting their desires; that is to say, as long as their various desires for abuse are satisfied, the death of the victim will
It’s just a by-product. But if you look at Old Leather Shoes, he doesn’t enjoy the killing process. His methods are clean and neat, just to kill a specific target... more like a professional killer, right?"
"That's what you say, but this is all your inference from second-hand knowledge. Can you trust it?"
Bohemia had just made a mockery when she suddenly stopped talking and was stunned. After a few seconds, she asked softly: "...Serial killers, serial killers, there must be a 'serial'. But.
Old leather shoes only mean that we killed one person, which does not mean that he is a serial killer..."
"Have you decided?" The dungeon host seemed to be afraid that she would continue to think about it, so he hurriedly urged, "You don't have much time left in your mini-game, and it's about time to tell you what your goal 2 is.
You have to make a decision as soon as possible. Let me see, you still have ten seconds—nine seconds—"
Bohemia was overwhelmed by his urging. For a moment, she felt that everyone was suspicious. Maybe she, "Sandy Winters", was the serial killer... She recalled the whole little game in her mind.
The more I thought about it, the more my thoughts became entangled with one of them, so I simply shouted: "It's a female doctor!"
Anyway, if she has blood on her body, then it’s her!
Descartes sighed in her mind, as if he wished he could blow her brains out: "How could it be so obvious -"
The copy host paused and said, "Correct answer."
It's not a joke, the popular science about male and female serial killers in this chapter is all true... Don't ask me why I know so much, I have dozens of victims
