Sixteen years ago—
U.S.
Virginia
Quantico
As Detective Roland prepares to return to the office with his coffee and chicken taco to continue the exhausting investigation of the "Bloodthirsty Lilith" case, the door snaps like a spring was opened.
A young man covered his mouth and rushed out like a cannonball. His body was staggered, but his movements were fast, and his uncontrollable retching echoed in the corridor.
Detective Roland looked away from the back of the unfortunate young man, then raised his eyebrows.
He turned around and saw that his colleagues were standing by the computer as he had left, but everyone's faces were as pale as ghosts.
Oh, that's kind of funny.
Roland thought to himself.
He went into the office and put the coffee on the table.
"It's decaffeinated and I'll give it amicably if anyone needs it."
He said to the group that they did look like they needed some hot drinks.
However, no one accepted his kindness.
"Oh thanks, Roland, but I don't think anyone would want a drink..."
Someone explained slyly.
Detective Roland frowned: "It doesn't look good. Is there anything wrong with that video?"
he asked.
As someone who has dealt with the most terrifying crimes in the United States all the year round, anyone who can sit in this office can be described as "experienced". Sometimes even Roland himself feels that he is in a certain sense with those people. There is not much difference between criminals who say they have left humanity.
The same cold blood, the same numbness. Of course, it was this cold blood and numbness that brought him calm, and calm allowed him to find those criminals.
He had never seen his colleagues behave in such an odd state in the course of a case, each of them looking like they had been forced to send their souls around in hell.
Someone put the headset in his hand and pointed to the computer screen.
"You'll know where the problem is when you read it."
The FBI nearly caught the serial killer codenamed "Lilith" not long ago, and the carpet-soaked blood was still warm when they arrived. "Lilith" still managed to slyly escape, but they weren't for nothing—they found a video on a still-working camera.
Almost in the first second after seeing that video, agents on the front lines sent it back to Quantico pleading for help.
Roland sat in his seat and clicked on the video.
The footage is very stable, proving the camera was shot at a steady angle.
The first thing Roland heard was a gentle woman's voice...
"Hi, today is your birthday, why don't you smile at the camera?"
A woman in a long dress gracefully walks into the center of the frame (it must be admitted that her gestures and her voice make you never associate her with the word serial killer), holding her hand A boy with mild albino features.
It was the boy who had already made a splash in the country, Rand Sivers, and Roland recognized him immediately, and next to him, another boy was running around smiling.
"Lilith" came over and raised the camera.
A close-up of Rand Sivers appeared in Roland's field of vision.
From the point of view of the kidnapped child, he is in good shape now, his clothes are clean, his appearance has been carefully repaired, and "Lilith"'s attitude towards him is even more gentle and kind to an unreasonable level. However, at the first moment, Roland noticed that something was wrong with the boy.
He watched Rand Sivers being led like a puppet to the center of the room, next to a large neoclassical bed.
On that bed, a young man with his limbs handcuffed to the bedpost, his mouth gagged, his youthful face covered in sweat. When he saw "Lilith" and her children at the bedside, the intense fear made him struggle like an electric shock, and he began to cry, and his mouth hummed with difficulty. the sound of…
Even across the screen, Detective Roland could smell the extreme fear and despair of that person from the distorted picture.
However, in the face of such a scene, Rand Sivers, who was a "little prince" who had never experienced any suffering in the world not long ago, did not have any emotional fluctuations.
Roland couldn't help replaying the details. He observed Rand's expression, but he could only be more sure of his judgment: there was no emotion, no touch, whether it was negative or positive, the child did not have any exposed emotions. Performance.
He is like a statue or a toy, the eyes on his pale cheeks are like second-hand dolls in the window, like glass beads without any soul in them. Compared with Rand, the boy on the other side, although also very strange, is far less scary than Rand.
The boy grinned on the head of the bed and looked at the man. He licked his lips and poked the man's eyeballs with his fingers as if he had encountered an interesting toy.
"Don't close your eyes, or I'll dig your eyeballs out of the sockets with a spoon."
He spoke to him as the man tried to close his eyes.
Tears and snot covered the man's face, and he was too frightened to make a sound.
"Hey Rand, I heard that people have corneas on their eyeballs, do you think people's fingernails can pull it out of the eyeball?"
The little devil boy turned his head to Rand and said.
…
Rand still stood there silently and numbly, without making any response.
There was literally no soul in his body.
"Don't do that, Rogers, don't forget it's Rand's birthday today, and it's still useful for me to keep his eyes."
"Lilith" dissuaded the boy named "Rogers".
However, the man lying on the bed looked even more desperate.
He began to struggle again, "Lilith" slapped him in annoyance, and then used scissors to cut the 200-count wool suit on him with scissors.
The man appeared in front of the three with his most primitive appearance.
"Lilith" put the camera on the head of the bed and checked the camera angle. She pulled both children to the camera and shouted the slogan "Happy Birthday" with the desperate young man in the background.
Then she twisted the man's genitals with one hand, skillfully cut open his sac with a dagger, and squeezed out the two pale grey rounds—like prying open a As easy as an oyster. Then "Lilith" skillfully sutured that small wound.
"You should try this," she said, with some blood sticking to her fingers, and then handing the two things to Rand's mouth, "I'm afraid this is the only thing left for men."
Rand still stared straight ahead numbly, some blood on his lips, but he didn't speak.
Rogers rushed over like a puppy. "Give it to me, Mom, Rand doesn't like this."
He said flatteringly, "Lilith" patted his head dotingly, and finally they shared the two gao pills equally in front of the man.
The man was gasping wildly, his throat... or his lungs making strange noises. He began to cry and vomit, but after several days in captivity he ended up throwing up nothing.
However, the real banquet has not yet begun.
"Happy birthday, let's cut the cake."
He heard Lilith speak to the white ghostly child.
"Lilith" gave him some local anaesthetic ointment, on the abdomen, and then she held Rand's hand in her hand and cut open the man's abdomen with a scalpel.
This luxury apartment was previously used for a pleasant vacation for the young man and his girlfriend. The mirror they placed directly above the bed, which used to be a good thing, has now become that A real nightmare for men.
He watched as his abdominal cavity was opened, and blood came out... it came out... almost dyed the whole world red... but "Lilith" gave him some weird powder, and he found that he couldn't even pass out. .
All he could do was watch, and keep watching.
"Crack-"
Detective Roland suddenly pressed the mouse.
Video has been paused.
He ripped the headset off his head and threw it on the desk. He took a deep breath and tried to keep his apparent calm, but he had to admit that his heart was beating wildly with that extreme indignation when he saw this.
"I don't remember the man in the picture of the victim..."
He muttered.
"Yes, he's not dead," someone replied dryly. "That's Mick Brewster... He's still in a coma."
Mick Brewster…
Detective Roland rubbed the bridge of his nose, and he immediately remembered the survivor.
He even visited him in the hospital, but he didn't even realize it after watching the video.
Before that, he always thought this dude was a very lucky guy, his liver was cut in half, but when "Lilith" cut off the remaining half of his liver, the police arrived.
"Lilith" is a terrifying murderer, but on the other hand, her medical training has made her knife precise and stable. She didn't even make any extra incisions, and the bleeding was well controlled. Well, this is the key to Mick Brost's survival.
Detective Roland always felt that this was another part of luck, but after watching the video, he felt that this might be the nightmare that the man would never wake up from.
"That woman is a lunatic, a total lunatic."
He couldn't help but say.
"Of course, everyone knows this, but the experience of studying and working in medical school and deep white technology makes her more dangerous than ordinary lunatics."
Their chief came in at this time and said.
"Boss!"
A piece of information was still in front of everyone, and Boss spoke expressionlessly.
"We're going to Washington - we've got a whole new piece of information, 'Lilith''s real name is Lena Mackinson, the chief developer of Deep White's first research lab..."
"what?"
"Is this a joke or something..."
…
Almost everyone can't believe their ears.
"Wait, wait a minute!"
Detective Roland stood up suddenly, and he looked at the information on the table in shock.
"I remember the name. When I was investigating Charmian Sivers, his background report showed that he had applied for a restraining order against a woman in medical school..."
"It's true that Lena Mekinson was deeply 'infatuated' with Charmian Sivers, who was engaged at the time, and she used very violent methods, stalking and harassing him very troubled... until Three years later, Lina got Charmian's forgiveness through some means, and the prohibition order was lifted. She even received a corporate grant from Shenbai Technology to complete all her studies, and then directly entered Shenbai after graduation... "
"However, six years ago, after a miscarriage due to domestic violence, she began bizarre behavior...the resurgence of harassment of Charmian and the claim that Rand Severs was her child - which even nearly led to Charmian's family crisis, The latter finally couldn't bear to fire her, and there was an argument and a fight - it was the last time she was seen... God!" The man exclaimed, and she quickly flipped through the thick stack of documents, "She had a miscarriage in the first place. It was a pair of twins, and one of them survived!"
Someone else took the folder, from which he picked up a picture of Lena Mackinson, a woman with overly pale skin and light-colored hair—a mild albino.
"I think we know why she kidnapped Rand Sivers."