"Do you know what I found on the murder weapon?" Dr. Cremont strode into the office, and started to ask Tia and Leo who were discussing the case. The old man smiled and waited for someone to come and ask in surprise. After not getting the imaginary response, he had to continue angrily: "Well, I know you all believe that the dude of the Brandi family is the real murderer, but you are wrong. !"
He took out a few pages of information from the folder, "Look, this is what I found on the branch inserted into the anus after I did a spectral analysis of all the murder weapons. The blood stains are hard to find. It may be It was diluted by a lot of blood. Although the amount is small, it can be proved that the child had been sexually assaulted before death, maybe after death—I mean the second deceased, Colin did not have it, and the first time was too long. For a long time, it has been difficult to find out."
Tia was truly surprised and looked at the information in disbelief: “It’s impossible. A person who hates and hates homosexuals will not have sex with the same sex... Unless the two murderers are different, but from Judging from the details of the modus operandi, it is indeed the same person..."
"So, this is a big doubt. So I tried to extract DNA from the damaged spot. It was very difficult, and finally succeeded with the magnetic bead method. After comparison, it was confirmed that Little Brandy was not the real murderer. "Dr. Cremont said affirmatively to the female agent: "Tia, you caught the wrong person this time."
Tia held the inspection report sheet tightly and sat down on the office chair with a soft leg.
"Not Clyde? Brandy, who would it be?" Leo frowned and muttered to himself, passing through Li Biqing's hesitant sentence: "I think... Clyde may not be murderer."
"Now I can finally feel the true emotions of the murderer. The murderer is a homosexual, or a potential homosexual, but for some psychological reason, he cannot perform normal sexual behaviors. Only the blood and corpses of the same sex can make him produce. Strong sexual excitement, so he chose torture and kill to satisfy his desire." Dr. Cremont turned to Leo, "I have to admire the instinct of that Asian boy. It was his rose that rang me. For his inspiration, please thank him personally. If I have the opportunity, I would like to talk to him again, I don’t know if he wants to."
"I think he will be happy, Doctor." Leo replied in a mixed mood.
"I'm still thinking about another question. Why is there no trace of sexual assault on Colin's body? I'd better check it more carefully..." Dr. Cremont murmured, and strode out of the office again.
In the evening, Leo returned to the apartment and saw Li Biqing curled up on the sofa with his legs curled up, and he was writing quickly with a thick notebook on his knees—he seemed to like to write in this posture. Hearing Leo's return, he raised his head and greeted him, then buried his head again.
Seeing the other party's somewhat listless appearance, Leo began to reflect on whether he had been too harsh on the boy before, especially in his tone of voice. He knew very well that he often faced desperadoes and unconsciously revealed the cruel and harsh oppression when speaking, which was not something an ordinary boy in his early twenties could bear. Even Jasmine would criticize him: "Leo, if you talk to your future girlfriend in this tone, you won't have a girlfriend!"
He doesn't care if he will offend his future girlfriend-at least not at the moment, but he doesn't want to make him feel uncomfortable for the clean and gentle boy in front of him.
Leo sat down on the other side of the sofa, hesitating, and finally said, "Sorry, for my attitude towards you yesterday."
"I accept your apology." Li Biqing replied dullly, "but I still can't intervene, right?"
"Yes." Before the opponent stood up and returned to the room, Leo added: "But you can interrupt."
"... What?" Li Biqing stopped to look at him.
"Dr. Cremont said, I want to talk to you, I think it's about the case."
The Chinese boy opened a surprised smile: "Really? Leo, is this your compensation? Thank you... I don't need your apology, but I will pay you back."
Leo laughed: "You don't have to pay it back. After class tomorrow, do you want to visit the FBI office building with me?"
As if not knowing how to express his extreme joy, Li Biqing swooped over from the sofa barefoot and punched him hard in the chest: "It's great, I've long wanted to see it!"
Leo reflexively wanted to kick it when he leaped over, and then abruptly regained his strength, "This is an assault on the police!" He pretended to be on the floor.
"You catch me!" Li Biqing stretched out his wrist and struck back triumphantly, "How to sentence, police officer?"
Leo couldn't help but smile, "Punish one hour for social welfare service time-location, kitchen."
"Yes, police officer!" Li Biqing jumped up and put on slippers, and ran towards the kitchen.
After school the next afternoon, Leo really kept his promise and drove to the campus gate and took Li Biqing to the FBI office in Ohio. Walking in an office building with people coming and going in an orderly manner, although the Chinese boy was following the rules, he could not restrain his curiosity, looking around, his eyes flashing with interest.
After entering Leo's office, Li Biqing hadn't seen the various pictures full of a wall before being quickly covered by a curtain by federal agents.
"What are those pictures?" he asked curiously.
"It's related to the case I have." Leo answered vaguely.
"Finished case?"
"Yeah." Leo frowned, obviously not wanting him to involve this topic. Fortunately at this moment, the silver-haired Dr. Cremont opened the door, walked in at his vigorous pace not inferior to young people, and reached out to Li Biqing: "You really came, boy, did Leo have Thank you for me?"
Li Biqing shook hands with him and said respectfully: "I haven't done anything worthy of your thanks, Doctor. As a top expert in criminal psychology, you are an amateur like us who only has interest but no knowledge. The presence."
"Yes, the compliment is very nice." Dr. Cremont smiled heartily and patted him on the shoulder. "Sit down, let's talk."
Li Biqing sat down on the sofa somewhat restrainedly. Leo used the excuse to go out and grab a drink. He wanted to leave room for them to talk alone, but was stopped by the old man: "Leo, please bring your coffee in, please take your partner and Tia also brought us, let’s talk together."
As a result, three detectives from the Criminal Investigation Department, a highly respected criminal psychology expert and a young Chinese boy who was still studying in a language school, started the investigation of serial homicides on campus in the office of the FBI branch. A crucial conversation-of course, the value of this conversation will not really be realized until the murderer is arrested.
After introducing the relevant case information to Li Biqing concisely, Dr. Cremont smiled and asked: "Okay, boy, I think you have been meditating. Talk about your thoughts, the most direct and strongest thought. It's like the first firework that exploded in the brain, and grabbed the brilliant light of that moment-that is inspiration. Einstein told us that it is more important than 99% of sweat."
Li Biqing hesitated again and again, and whispered: "I am afraid that my unrealistic ideas will mislead your correct judgment..."
"No, no, no," Dr. Cremont stretched out an index finger to swing back and forth. "Don't overestimate your influence on others. We have sufficient judgment. Everything you say is just a personal opinion, not even a reference. "
"Well, although it sounds embarrassing, I feel more relieved to say that." Li Biqing took out a handheld translator from his bag. Although his English level has improved a lot, he wants to say something. It is indispensable for some technical terms and relatively unfamiliar and complicated words.
He took a deep breath, quickly worked his way through his thoughts, and started speaking smoothly: "Now, I am the campus serial killer—"
This prologue, which even "if" was omitted, adopted a first-person tone, causing Leo to frown unconsciously. Dr. Cremont hid in the eyes behind the lens, but began to flicker.
"Before understanding my true character, it is necessary to review my childhood: I have a 70% chance of having suffered psychological abuse, a 40% chance of having suffered physical and sexual abuse, and my parents have a 50% chance of being mentally ill. History and criminal records. I have a very controlling mother who will severely punish me for mistakes, such as bedwetting, playing truant, etc., using slaps and belts to teach me, and put me in a dark basement. This directly caused me to grow up. I am full of fear for women, unable to communicate with the opposite sex normally, and even less likely to have love. My father is missing, or is alcoholic, bad-tempered, and indifferent to me. When I was frequently sexually harassed by the boy next door, he did not Help me, instead, I beat and scolded and laughed at me as a sissy, and encouraged me to use violence to show the other side a bit of color, otherwise I would not be considered a man-even though I was only eight or nine years old at that time.
After that, no matter how I moved, the above situation did not get better, so I began to have a kind of sexual rebellion and sexual disorder. I dislike women. Although I have an impulse towards male bodies, I also feel threatened by their strength. It is normal. The sexual behavior made me feel the fear of being unable to control this power, so I began to look for pleasure in the wounded flesh and corpse—it might be a sparrow, a stray cat and dog, I deliberately injured them and pierced them with branches. , And finally cut off their heads. My parents didn't care when they found out, thinking it was just a game for boys.
In school, my classmates and I couldn't get along well, they thought I was weird. This situation may be greatly improved after the seventh or eighth grade, because I have discovered that people cannot only live in their own world, but have to communicate with others. When I try to put on a cheerful, enthusiastic, and confident mask, people will obviously be kind to me a lot, and even some girls and boys will show me a good confession. I tried to date one of them, but to the worst of it, I still couldn't have sex with them normally.
I started to try all kinds of extraordinary methods, binding, SM, but still not enough, far from enough, how can I not reach the climax of the sense of emptiness is maddening! Finally one day, I took a decisive step—I attacked the boy who was dating, stabbed him with a branch, and the blood pouring from the wound and his painful wailing made me feel an unprecedented excitement. I continued to hurt and torture him, just like treating those weak animals in my childhood. Having sex with him when he was dying, it made me feel the safety and satisfaction of controlling everything. I ejaculated in the slightly hot body, and finally pierced a long sharp branch into his place as this The curtain call for a perfect sex..."
Phosphorus-like glow flickered in the eyes of the Chinese boy, reflecting the gloomy excitement on his face. The ghost of the murderer behind the scenes descended and dominated his body. From every look, every sneer, and every whisper, an atmosphere of darkness, madness and evil filled the room.
Years of occupational habits were deeply oppressed by this breath, and Tia unknowingly reached her waist and touched the handle of her gun. The cold sweat wetted her underwear.
Rob, standing next to the sofa, unconsciously stepped back two steps, pressing his palm on the hard walnut wood table. Below the table is a hidden red alarm button.
Leo was sitting in a relaxed posture with his legs up, staring straight at the speaker, with a sculptural expressionless face. If anyone touched his shoulder at this time, he would find that his whole body muscles were tight, such as A bowstring ready to go.
Only Dr. Cremont, leisurely poured himself another cup of coffee, sipping casually.
The evil monologue continues: "After the first taste of the orgasm, I was both excited and terrified, worried that the police would break in one day. But a few months passed, and that moment never came. I finally relieved. , Under the urging of desire, decided to do it again, and then sprinkle the rose petals prepared in advance—this was inspired by the bouquet I brought on the last date. That sissy wanted me to send flowers. I found out that this idea is really true. Yes, the blood-stained rose on the corpse is so suitable as the cheers and applause behind the curtain call, isn't it?"
The boy's eyes glanced slantingly, as if looking at everyone in the room, cold, cruel, but full of charm. It was a shuddering beauty from a dark soul, just like blooming next to a gloomy and decadent tombstone. Scarlet rose.
The moment Leo stood up, Dr. Cremont grabbed his arm and pulled him back to the sofa.
"It's pretty good... It can be said that your talent in criminal psychology is far beyond my expectations." The old man smiled and applauded. "I wanted to share my share of the criminal psychology of this serial murder. I will show you the research report, but this is no longer necessary-our view, the same part is more than 70%. Of course, mine may be more rigorous, but yours is full of bolder imagination, only the vitality of young people In order to create such a masterpiece."
"Leo, you brought me a good seedling." He patted the black-haired agent's shoulder happily and comfortedly, then turned to ask Li Biqing: "My child, after completing your studies, if you pay for it If you are interested, I can write a letter of recommendation for you and let you work with me. How about?"
"I can't ask for it." Li Biqing smiled shyly. Within a few seconds after he finished speaking, he seemed to break away from the state of forgetfulness. In the sorrel-colored soft hair, white and clean skin, and delicate and gentle facial features, the dark breath quickly receded like a tide, and there was no trace of it. While accepting the Doctor, he even took a peek at Leo, revealing a mischievous expression of "I didn't intervene, it was your initiative to invite."
Leo looked at him complicatedly, and a bunch of thoughts ran around in a mess, like a crowded street with all the traffic lights broken. This Chinese boy and Jasmine's little boyfriend who lived in the same apartment with him, from the first side he saw him, always looked soft and confused in his impression. The other party is so young that when I get along with him, I unconsciously take the attitude of overlooking seniors and superiors. The mode of getting along between them is not so much a wife and brother helping a future brother-in-law, but an elder brother. Protect the innocent younger brother.
Only today did Leo discover that this boy still has such a wise and sharp side. This huge gap made him feel at a loss for a while... Rubbing his aching brows with his fingertips, Leo decided to temporarily put everything aside. After finishing the smooth thoughts, I will fill the whole cup of cold coffee in one breath.
"You... just scared me, I almost drew my gun." Rob muttered to Li Biqing in a low voice.
"Sorry, I'm always like this. Once I enter the state, I can't control it." The latter said embarrassingly.
"There are two more questions. I want to hear your opinion." Dr. Cremont's words relieved his shame. "First, why is there no trace of sexual assault on Colin?"
Li Biqing thought for a while and said: "Because he was not the intended target of the murderer. Personally, I am more inclined. After the second campus murder caused an uproar, the murderer became uneasy. From the rumors, he keenly sniffed Some kind of public opinion orientation can be used, so he decided to choose a suitable target to achieve the purpose of blaming others."
"The person being framed is Clyde? Brandy, and his carefully selected object is Colin, who has had a fierce conflict with Clyde in the public." Tia said suddenly.
Li Biqing nodded.
"Second question, do you think Clyde? When is Brandy suitable for release?"
This time, Li Biqing answered very simply: "If I call the shots, he will be released in a few days. If he is kept in custody, the murderer will not take another shot during this period of time. After three years and two years, he will be finally judged. The unlucky Clyde was pressed by the turbulent public opinion to a long sentence that could not be served in a lifetime, and then the murderer could change state, change identity, and come out again.
If Clyde is released on the grounds of insufficient evidence to make the murderer nervous, in order to further blame him, the murderer is likely to make another shot in a short time. I estimate that the next target is similar to Colin, and both are similar to Clyde. People who have had serious conflicts. The police can secretly monitor these people and catch the killer when he takes the fourth shot. Of course, this method has its own advantages and disadvantages. The advantage is that the evidence is solid and firm. Even if the killer finds an excellent lawyer to defend him, it will be useless. ; The disadvantage is that once the police fail to protect the target group, it may cause casualties of innocent people. "
He stretched his hands helplessly: "I can only think of this step. The police will have to figure out how to deal with it in the end."
Dr. Cremonte nodded and said, "Thank you for your opinion. Let's stop today's conversation. It's really a pleasant tea time." He put down his coffee cup, got up and walked to the office door, and then turned around and confessed: " Oh, send this kid home, and then we will have a meeting."