"So, you just let him run away?" Dick looked at the embarrassed George and couldn't help but smile.
"He runs really fast." George replied with a cigarette in his mouth.
Paper Man was also beside him and asked, "Are you sure he is not an esper?"
"At least he didn't show any superpowers in front of me. He just jumped from the roof of one building to another building a few meters away." George said.
"Haha, you jumped along?" Dick asked.
"Yeah, otherwise why would you sprain your knee?" George took another puff of cigarette unhappily: "It's really annoying." He did have reasons to be annoyed. In his opinion, as a young policeman, there is no reason to be overweight. The problem is that he has only been out of the police academy for a few years, so he was thrown away by the criminal during the chase. It was like being slapped in the face in public, as if his athletic ability was not as good as that of an ordinary gangster without training.
"What do you think of this person?" Paper Man was holding the photo extracted from the surveillance video.
George had also seen the captured scenes and replied helplessly: "It's not that I want to praise him, but he is either lucky or he is really a criminal veteran. You see, wherever he passes, there are almost always The camera across the street is in a blind spot directly below, and the surveillance camera facing out from the door of our police station is at a fixed angle. He used the camouflage of a sunhat to completely hide his face, making it impossible for us to start."
"I agree with this. I also think he should be a veteran. Not only when he was wandering at the door, but even when he was chased by you, he also deliberately avoided the cameras on the street and chose to walk through alleys and go up the street. The roof," said Dick.
"Perhaps he is already wanted, so he doesn't want to be photographed clearly." Zhi Xia said, but unfortunately he did not recognize Tian Yi from the photo: "A man who dared to appear at the door of the police station and stayed for more than Sixty Minutes Criminal, if his target is indeed the man named Galas... then our Mr. Dadan may be very dangerous, and the people sent by César may not be able to deal with him, not to mention..." Paper Man turned over Looking through the information we just obtained about the Ku Klux Klan intimidation case: "Besides, he is probably just a member of a racist organization, and there may be accomplices behind him."
"Although the analysis is all correct, but... is this good? Commander Nais." Dick asked.
Zhixia asked: "What do you mean?"
"You were sent to lead the investigation of serial murders, right? There hasn't been much progress in your job, and you want to get involved in other cases?" Dick asked.
"It doesn't matter, crimes committed by persons with abilities are not cases that can be easily solved using ordinary criminal investigation techniques. There is no rush, and the current case involving death threats is imminent. We have the opportunity to stop the crime before the victim is born." Zhixia replied.
Dick looked at him for two seconds, then stood up and sighed: "Okay, I'm going to say hello to Sezer, so that the director won't say that we crossed the line again later."
George also stood up limpingly: "I have to find some ice..."
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On the morning of June 21, Galas walked out of the house feeling anxious. Last night he told the whole story to his wife, who accepted his request and took a leave of absence from going out. In order to cooperate with the police's actions, Galas himself decided to continue his daily life, hoping to draw out the intimidator.
As soon as he left the apartment and walked more than ten meters on the street, he heard a "bang" from across the street behind him. The sound was really like a gunshot, so Galas was so shocked that he immediately fell down. When he looked back, he saw I saw bursts of black smoke coming from an inconspicuous dark car in the distance.
Two men got out of the car, cursing.
"Damn it! What's going on?" one person asked.
"It seems like someone stuck something in the exhaust pipe." Another person said while squatting down to check: "Damn! It looks like an orange."
These two miserable men were the plainclothes policemen sent by Césaire to protect the Gallas couple. They drank coffee in the car, ate terrible sandwiches, took turns sleeping, and took turns watching. They stayed up all night like this, and not only did they find nothing, This happened again early in the morning.
Gallas seemed to understand what was going on. In fact, he had noticed the car last night. Just in case, he called the police station and confirmed the license plate number with Officer Sizer, but he almost didn't go downstairs to take the initiative. Say hello to these two plainclothes men.
So Galas pretended not to recognize these two people, stood up, dusted them off, and walked forward like no one else.
The two police officers lost their means of transportation, so they simply split up. One followed Galas at a distance on foot, while the other continued to squat near the apartment. The disabled car had to be taken away by a tow truck sent by the bureau.
Galas walks more than 20 minutes to his workplace every day. He lives not too far from the Louvre, so driving there is troublesome. However, in the view of the police, if someone wanted to do something against him, this journey to work was the best place to do it. Even for an ordinary person, it is not difficult to kill someone as long as they pass the psychological barrier. If you pass someone by on the street and turn your head, that's a life.
Fortunately, the journey this morning was uneventful. The police officer watched Galas enter his office. The security level of the Louvre was higher than that of the police station, so he went back to the police station to recover.
The office of Galas is naturally separated from the exhibition area of the Louvre, but its building location is also within the wall. This building was built during the imperial rule, and its appearance maintains the same style as the main castle of the Louvre. There is only a wall between the two buildings, and there is a corridor to go back and forth. The area where Galas is located is basically filled with scholars and researchers. After arriving at the main building of the Louvre through the corridor, that area is also used by the staff, mainly for security and cleaning staff. After walking for a while, you can reach the exhibition area. The door between the work area and the exhibition area requires a pupil scan to pass through, and each time the person opens the door and the time it is recorded by the computer. If a thief wants to sneak someone in from the work area at night, he will be exposed.
Arriving at the familiar office, Galas felt a little more at ease. His work was actually relatively leisurely. Although he didn't have any titles like professor, he did the same things as those so-called famous scholars. It's nothing more than going to the workplace every day to make soy sauce, drink tea, and read books. It took a year and a half to write a paper. In fact, Gallas is busier than those old professors. As he told Sizer, he usually has to do some art appraisal work, and when he has time, he has to update the explanation script for the museum commentator. of. Of course, not many works of art are brought here for appraisal these days. This is not a jewelry store, a pawn shop, or a specialized appraisal agency. It is mainly for research work.
For example, this place is like the Shaolin Temple. Someone stabbed someone to death with a powerful Vajra finger on the road. If you insist on coming to us to assess the person's power, we can't do it. But under normal circumstances, you'd better go to the public security organs and hospitals.
Therefore, there is not much appraisal work to be done in Galas. The artworks sent here are usually officially owned works of art. If any serious archaeological team digs an ancient tomb that has not been stolen in a certain jungle, it will be unearthed. There are a lot of cultural relics to be identified, so this place may be busy for a while. As for ordinary days, there is really nothing to do. In really busy units, such as some universities or commercial institutions, their laboratories are used almost all the time. Where can it be like here, where an ordinary employee of Gallas is asked to take fingerprints and conduct examinations in the laboratory? Orange core, no one noticed after doing private work for most of the day.
So, what do these people with high salaries and nothing to do do during their working hours? If you guess that Galas, his colleagues and leaders are stealing food from the Internet every day, then you are looking down on cultural people. There are many academic liars in this world who are essentially useless. They rely on plagiarism, background, hype, etc. to gain the title of expert or cultural person. In fact, when the pain in their balls becomes extreme, these people will just hammer themselves to death.
But the circle that Galas lives in is full of people of a certain standard. When these people are extremely bored, they will do some shocking things. For example, copying the entire Bible using ancient Roman fonts; translating a favorite novel into four languages out of interest; using a mouse and computer drawing program to copy oil paintings, etc...
Tian's expectations for Galas were relatively high. He felt that Galas should be capable enough to decipher the secret of the letter. But before Gallas could see through all the information hidden in the letter, he handed over the evidence to the police.
Of course, this is reasonable in situations of intimidation.
Tianyi also knew that judging from the fact that the police only sent two plainclothes, the amount of information discovered by the other party was obviously not enough, and they had not paid enough attention to their fake Ku Klux Klan. He needs to continue to add fuel to the fire to really get the police involved.
"Mr. Dadan." A doorman on the first floor came to Dadan's desk: "I saw the door was open, so I came in directly."
Galas was thinking about something, looking like he was distracted. When he heard someone calling him, he came back to his senses: "Huh? Oh, what's the matter?"
"The courier delivered a package for you. I didn't have anything to do, so I picked it up."
"Package?" Garas immediately felt an ominous premonition in his heart: "This... have you checked it?"
"What?" The guard was stunned and smiled: "When passing through the outermost gate, don't all tourists' belongings, express delivery and takeout, as well as our belongings, have to be scanned? If there are any prohibited items, don't they? Hasn’t Pin been stopped long ago?”
Galas thought about it and realized that it was correct. Dangerous goods could not be brought into the outer wall of the Louvre, so at least the package contained neither metal devices nor serious chemical weapons, nor was it a living thing.
He said: "Oh, yes...thank you." Galas wondered if he was being too suspicious.
He looked at the box in front of him, which was roughly the size of a basketball. After the guard left, he carefully opened it, only to see something more impactful than a threatening letter...
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