"Brian, Brian?..." Sophia approached Brian, who was already confused on the sofa, tentatively. She pushed his shoulder and got no response. Brian, who lowered his head, seemed to have fallen asleep with his eyes open, or was sleepwalking.
Looking at Brian's appearance, Sophia had a strange and ambiguous smile on her face. She squatted down to a position where she could look directly into Brian's eyes, and stretched out her hands to hold his face. This was also the last picture Brian saw before he passed out. Sophia's twisted smile and the text message ringing informing him that the taxi had arrived at the door.
After confirming that Brian was really unconscious, Sophia walked out of the door of the house without nervousness and sent the taxi that Brian had called to take him back to the hotel. Then she went back into the house and started carrying Brian to the house where she was in charge of all the interior design, a secret room that even Abed didn't know about.
She first moved Brian to the swivel chair pushed out from Abed's study, and then pushed the swivel chair to transport Brian to the previous studio. She searched Brian's body up and down, took out his phone that had been silent in his pocket for a long time, pulled out the battery, and put it back in.
Then she lifted the silk cloth beneath the set where Brian had been lying on his side, where there was a cellar entrance about the size of a well cover. The studio was previously designed as a terrace for the outdoor garden, which previously contained a wine cellar for the owner's family's wine storage.
Abed was unaware of the existence of the cellar, because Sophia redone the layout of the entire house after completing the interior design, and the new drawings all deleted the cellar's existence.
Prying open the small cellar door that was almost indistinguishable from the rest of the room, Sophia lifted Brian with some difficulty and dragged him off the swivel chair, then dragged him to the entrance of the cellar and put his lower body down. She gently brushed Brian's long hair that was getting in the way, and finally threw the whole person down.
In the cellar, which seems to be flickering with dim yellow lights, because it was previously designed as a wine cellar for collecting red wine, the ventilation system and temperature controller are complete, and it is not stuffy and humid. The sound of Brian's body falling to the ground made a muffled sound, Sophia glanced at it indifferently, turned around and pushed the swivel chair back to Abed's study.
Next, she happily rubbed her hands and returned to the studio, took the half-finished oil painting off the easel, rolled it up, and the carrier climbed into the cellar entrance with her. The ladder was not high, but Sophia landed on both feet at a distance of two meters. Then she leaned the painting against the ladder, bent down and picked Brian up from her armpit and dragged him into the depths of the room.
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"There seems to be a shot over there, and Brian hasn't moved for a while." On the other side, Dillon, who was supposed to be staying at the hotel, was miraculously sitting in a ladp Los Angeles Police Department police car. "I suspect he's playing with himself as a chip, and we have to get there now."
Sitting in the driver's seat is Dillon's former comrade-in-arms, who is now a friend of a criminal police officer after his retirement. The expression on his face was wrinkled into chrysanthemums, and he said helplessly: "Dude, although I don't know how your boyfriend played and played himself into the hands of a guy who might be a murder suspect. But we didn't search. Ling is not allowed to break into civilians' homes casually."
"So that's why I took the guy in the back seat." Dillon raised his hand and pointed back with a nonchalant expression, only to see a nerd who looked thin and slender at best, with a nervous expression on his face. Dazedly fiddled with the monitor that Dillon had just handed him.
That's right, this is Reid Spencer, the genius little doctor of bau, who has been trapped on an isolated island in Fiji for more than a month with Brian and Dillon. In fact, Dillon didn't think about Reid at first, until Brian insisted on going deeper into the enemy's camp and using himself as bait to draw out the truth, Dillon was desperate to think of the connections on Brian's side.
His friend couldn't help him keep Brian safe because of his job. But Brian's friend, Dr. Spencer, who has a magical background as an FBI agent, is not necessarily. If necessary, he can apply for a search warrant several times faster than the police officers in the police station.
The FBI's headquarters is still in Los Angeles, so it's so convenient for Dillon to call in Dr. And even if you don't apply for a search warrant, as long as the suspect is finally caught, the FBI can downplay the fact that they broke into the house without a search warrant before.
Dillon's former comrade-in-arms looked like you really didn't bother me. He turned his head in surprise and said loudly: "Is he really an FBI agent? Or a field staff of the legendary bau group? Is there a mistake! It's just him. Body? I think I should be able to serve as a detective for another 20 years..."
"...That's not the point. I think Brian didn't do any other preparations at all after drinking the glass of red wine that the suspect handed him, but really made himself dizzy." Reid saw more and others knew He was the reaction of the FBI field agent to him, so he didn't care, but continued to focus on the key points at hand.
He listened to the rubbing of the clothes in the earphones, shook his head helplessly, and then said to Dillon and the detective: "It is estimated that he is being dragged away by the woman, and I don't know where he can be taken. The locator told us that he did not leave the house. So we can't act rashly right now when we rush over, and we must confirm that we have obtained tangible evidence before we can act."
"Go to the door of the house first and then talk, otherwise you will wait here, and it may be too late to rush over when the time comes. I didn't force him to go back to Miami, which doesn't mean I want to let him go deep into himself. Use the bait to go fishing." Dillon's frowning furrowed his anger, "Whether he gets the evidence or not, his personal safety comes first."
"Listen to Brian's response to us by using the toilet before, plus the address. It is a villa in the suburbs, and the house should be quite big. He has only been to the living room and the studio, who knows if there are some unknowns in it. The secret room." Reid hesitated and said, "Are you sure you don't need to call for backup? If the monitor and locator on Brian's body are discovered by her..."
Dillon shook his head and said, "No, I installed the monitor and the locator at the connection of his hair extension. So even if Brian was completely stripped before, it wouldn't have any effect on its work. Influence." At this point, his brows furrowed even tighter, obviously Brian might feel better when he came back.
"Now that woman has turned off Brian's phone, she probably will feel at ease that he will not have any other way to contact the outside world, and it will not be discovered. In addition, my friend and I are worth a group of ordinary police officers. , so there is no need to call the backup in a big way, now I just want to bring Brian back as soon as possible."
After Dillon waved his hand to signal his former comrades to drive over quickly, Reid continued his monitoring mission with a complicated mood, and learned what happened to the comatose Brian in real time. Before he knew Brian, he was a good boy who rarely did anything out of the ordinary.
It turns out how long it is now, he went to participate in Survivor before a year, and was on TV in a magical way. Now I start to take over the work in private again. Although they should be the righteous party and haven't done anything illegal in detail, why do I always feel a guilty conscience of being a thief.
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As for the comatose Brian, after he was thrown into the cellar by Sofia and went to the room in the center of the room, he was randomly thrown on a sofa. Sophia began to re-hang the half-finished oil painting, and continued in the cellar to complete the more detailed parts of her work and prepare for the final sacrificial ceremony.
"There should always be a story behind every handed down work. Originally, the last sacrifice of the blood sacrifice should have been Adam Sugarman, a child who has no relatives and is quite withdrawn. After all, it would be much more convenient to deal with the aftermath at that time." Sophia said to herself Holding the oil painting in his hand, he walked into the depths of the cellar. The cellar was designed elegantly and noble, and it didn't look like a cellar at all.
"It's a pity, he's good at everything except that he shouldn't say something emotional to me when he was playing Anil." Sophia walked through a place designed like a small reception room step by step. It was where Brian was thrown away. With recliners and suspicious looking chains hanging from the ceiling.
Then she went around the screen of the parlour and came to the other end of the room. As soon as you go around the screen, you can see that the three walls of the room here are framed with oil paintings of the first six of the seven fallen angels, and the empty space is obviously for the last Anil.
"Although we all know it's just a cutscene, Anil won't be so humble after all, and he's too playful, unforgivable. In the end, I have to wrong you, Brian." She pushed The screen separating the two rooms was opened, so that Brian's place was in the same space as Anil's painting, which was re-framed on the wall.
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"The sacrifice of the blood sacrifice, is this a confession enough to plead guilty? What is she going to do now?" The police car carrying Dillon and Reid turned on the alarm and galloped down the highway, just about the same distance from where Brian was. Dillon asked nervously as he listened to what Sophia said from the monitor in Reid's hand.
"Enough to escalate her to a homicide suspect and open an investigation. But we still don't know where the Adam Sugarman that you and Brian suspect is missing is dead. Hope to get there. When the time comes, you can find enough clues in her house." Rhett answered Dillon's first question in the affirmative.
Then he hesitated and said: "I heard Brian's report before, he wanted to give up this time and wait for the next time, just because he found that Sophia's painting was not completely completed. So we shouldn't worry about Sophia's true nature. If she doesn't do anything to hurt him, at least her perfectionistic paranoia will let her finish that painting first."
What Rhett and Dillon, and even Brian, who is now unconscious in the 'reception room' in the cellar, don't know that, in fact, the trace of Adam Sugarman they have been trying to find is in the cellar! Behind the pictures of the seven fallen angels, there are small rooms that have been transformed into refrigerators.
And in those rooms, in addition to the model Adam Sugarman she shared with Abid, among the victims under Sophia, there were also six other models representing the other six fallen angels! Frozen in formalin and well preserved, the earliest victims have been dead for at least half a year now!
Bryan and Dillon hadn't discovered this before because the last painting of Anil the Fallen was the only one Sofia decided to share with Abed. The other oil painting models before were all selected by Sophia according to the standard that no one would care to call the police even if she disappeared. Most of them came from the chaotic places in the slums.
Those models who escaped the catastrophe and finally became hot supermodels in the fashion circle because of their cooperation with Abid, are just oil paintings with general themes in cooperation with Sophia. Although Abid and Sophia did have an impact on their mental state, they were better than the seven who died in the end.
For the works of Sophia's seven fallen angels, the choice of models is to find some amateurs and start training from scratch. Her ultimate goal is to dye the characters of those models, and finally make them exactly the same as the angels they represent, and then start painting.
In the model drama that represented the arrogant Sadakiel, she held him up to a state of arrogance and then painted. A model representing the jealous Gabriel, with whom Sofia develops a 'real' relationship, and then makes the appearance of an empathy and arouses jealousy in the other party.
The same represents the angry Samael, the lazy Kavjer, the greedy Raphael, and the hypocritical Michael, she all operates in this way. Until finally Anil, who represents lust, decides to choose a model who is seductive enough to linger between her and her titular husband.
As a result, Adam Sugarman naturally failed, acting more like a jealous Gabriel than a free-flowing playboy. So she chose Brian to be her model through the performance of Brian in those reality shows.