Doomsday Paradise

Chapter 1062 It's Prison Situation Anyway, I Forgot How Much It Was
The boots, which I have been waiting for since entering the prison, have finally landed.

It's just that the timing of its landing was too bad, just in time for Bohemia to find a serial killer.She stood up abruptly, and was about to walk towards the door when the host of the copy stopped her: "Before you leave the office, you must tell who is the serial killer."

Bohemia stopped abruptly, and because it was too abrupt, the other two people cast several glances at her.

"After leaving the office, you will return to the main plot of "Prison Storm", so before leaving, you must first complete the mini-game." The instance host explained.

But she has no clue at all!

"I'll call first to ask, little... how is the situation of Agent Geer?" She was quick to think, picked up the phone on the table, and asked the beef sandwich subordinate: "What's the number?"

"Ask now?" The subordinate was stunned for a moment, then stood at the door and hesitated: "I think it's better to mobilize the manpower first..."

"You do that," Bohemia waved at him, "I'll rush over to see the situation in a while. But Agent Geer is a member of the Bureau of Investigation, we can't let him have an accident in prison!"

This statement seemed to be finally accepted by the two with difficulty—the man in overalls hurried away with the beef sandwich, and Bohemia dialed the number she had just gotten, and soon heard a "Hello" from the other end of the phone.

"It's me. How's Agent Gale? What happened to him?"

As she spoke, she tugged at the telephone cord, approached the window, and opened the blinds.On the playground where the wind is released, dozens of orange-red figures are pushing, rushing, and running, hitting the iron fence again and again; their roars and hisses can be vaguely heard by her even at a high place. catch.

The female doctor's answer surprised her.

"What?" Her voice suddenly rose: "...I didn't see Agent Geer?"

Bohemia was taken aback, and couldn't help but look up at the Descartes who was also attached to the phone receiver.Of course she could see nothing in the chaos; gathering herself together, she asked: "I heard he was sent to you for a fit?"

"No," the female doctor denied, seeming to be 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 period of time. Strange, if you say that, where did he go?" gone?"

Bohemia glanced at the water glass on the table again, her mind was confused for a while; after thinking about it, she asked: "... When the two investigators came in just now, did you pour water for them? ?”

"No, your secretary poured it. He poured it out for the agents 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 detectives sat down that the water glass appeared on the table-in this way, the explanation made sense.As a secretary, it's normal to pour water for visitors... But if she remembers correctly, after the small game started, Secretary Sandwich never entered the office door from beginning to end.According to the host of the copy, "one of the people who walked into the office next was a serial killer", the serial killer couldn't be Sandwich Secretary.

So... isn't it a problem with the water cup?

After hanging up the phone, Bohemia stayed in a daze.After thinking for a few seconds, she still couldn't figure it out, and she began to ignite a burst of anger: "This broken game is meaningless at all, there are not enough clues at all! And now that everyone is gone, I want to observe and observe again, but I'll watch who goes!"

"It's not that I don't have any clues." Descartes spoke slowly, floating in front of the certificate on the wall, blurring the entire background into a mosaic. "In this matter, there are four people who may be lying... You can first try to deduce who the liar is."

"……what?"

"You look so stupid." Descartes forgot that he was actually the fool's prisoner, and said bluntly: "Haven't you thought of it? One is your secretary, that sandwich,' Geer Tan He probably just made up the story about the clerk having a spasm. But I can't see how it would do him any good, since a question would have revealed it afterwards."

"The second person is a female doctor?"

"You are not completely stupid. If she is a serial killer and wants to satisfy her desire to kill, then now is indeed a good time. During the riots, everyone panicked. Who knows who sent Agent Geer there? Received by the doctor himself? If it wasn’t received by the doctor, she could kill someone and insist that she never saw this person.”

"Will you be 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 camouflage, they can also kill They are often aboveboard and ordinary, and you never think that they are actually killing people under your noses. And I always feel that if Agent Geer has a convulsion, then [-]% of them are still poisoned, even if it is not poisoned by the secretary. Fortunately, the doctor found an opportunity to release it secretly. Who knows, maybe the doctor asked the secretary to pour the water! But since she has so many suspicious things about her, it must not be her—oh, but if you think about it the other way..."

This dungeon always seems to be able to find a way to wrap itself in.

"How do you know so much?"

Although Descartes has no facial features, he still shows a bit of pride. "What do you think I eat the evolutionary? It's all to get the knowledge, wisdom and experience in the human brain. Well, that criminologist still tastes good."

...Looking at its appearance, the nutrient absorption rate after eating humans should not be very high.

"You can't read?" Bohemia complained, but didn't go any further. "Then who is the third person?"

"Who else could Agent Geer go out to smoke with?" Descartes asked back, "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 is What did the old leather shoes tell him? What if the old leather shoes killed him and 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 herself is suspicious... He is probably faking convulsions in order to create opportunities for himself." .Then I won’t be able to tell the difference!”

"You can also stay put, just wait in the office without moving. After the riot is subsided, you can assign someone to investigate what happened to Agent Geer... But you, the warden, are so bad. Qualified, I think another layer of onion skin will be peeled off."

Bohemia raised her hand and touched the onion on her head.Its smooth surface seemed to be ticklish, and it fluttered a little at the touch of her fingers.

She opened the blinds unwillingly, and muttered: "When Lin Sanjiu hurt me, he hurt the other. How come it's my turn to open the scoop for her? It's so difficult? I have to find the killer first... Eh? "

"What's wrong?" Descartes rushed up immediately.

"That figure looks familiar... I can't tell the color of the hair with the hat on. Is it a little virgin or old leather shoes?" The man was not wearing the jacket of the Bureau of Investigation. Now, I'm afraid he will never realize that he is not one of the guards.Since the man was mixed among the guards and ran towards the prison playground with everyone, it was even more difficult to see who he was: "That's right, there was a riot in the prison, and they need to help."

"Thanks to your good position, you can just stare at him..." Descartes almost turned into a piece of paper and slipped out of the window.

The detective who had changed his coat from the Bureau of Investigation was much more agile than ordinary guards, and he ran close to the guardrail in a blink of an eye.The attention of almost all the guards was on the playground inside the guardrail at this time—they took out their electric batons, beat and cursed on the guardrail, threatened and ordered, and tried to tell all the prisoners to retreat; therefore, except for the Bohemian upstairs Besides, almost no one noticed that the investigator reached into his pocket, took out something black, and hid it in the corner of his coat.

Under the cover of the other arm, he stood in the chaotic and clamoring crowd, his eyes searched back and forth a few times.From his silhouette, he looked so calm that he almost didn't fit in with the surroundings—perhaps because all the prisoners rushed to the fence and formed a row, and he quickly found his target.With a slight lift of the other arm, half of the thing he hid under his coat was revealed.

...that gun must have been equipped with a silencer.

Bohemia didn't even hear how many times the gun was fired; the investigator's shoulders shook a few times, he quickly put away the gun, took a few steps back, turned around and disappeared from the group of guards .Until the investigator was gone, the other guards didn't realize what was going on.After a long while, the prisoners' exclamations and cursing suddenly sounded from the playground—it was quite normal for someone to accidentally fall when they were being pushed by riots; until one of them fell to the ground, A pool of blood gradually smeared from under his body, and the rest of the angry prisoners finally realized that something was wrong.

"See clearly?" Descartes asked.

Bohemia shook her head: "No, but it must be an old leather shoe."

"Oh why?"

"It's very simple. If this person is a little virgin, why bother to pretend to have convulsions? As agents of the Bureau of Investigation, they will definitely help suppress riots. If the little virgin's purpose It’s about killing a prisoner, so it’s pointless for him to pretend that he has a convulsion and leave the old leather shoes for a while... Anyway, he will eventually walk to the edge of the playground, and the old leather shoes are likely to collide. When the old leather shoes look , Hey, aren’t you sick? It will arouse suspicion instead.”

Descartes nodded up and down: "I can't see it, you and I want 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 by the old leather shoes.

"Maybe he was poisoned so that he wouldn't get in the way..." Bohemia picked up the little virgin's paper cup and murmured while looking at it.

There was a moment of silence in the office.

"I saw you solved the puzzle." The dungeon host's voice sounded abruptly, startling everyone in the dungeon: "How about it, do you want to officially tell me the answer?"

Bohemia stared at the paper cup, looked at it over and over for a while, but didn't speak for a long time; until the host of the copy reminded her again, she opened her mouth with some inexplicable reluctance and said: "Serial Killers are old skins—”

She stopped talking abruptly.

"Huh? Who?" The host of the copy encouraged her to continue, "Is it the older agent?"

The old leather shoes killed a prisoner. There is no doubt that they were the killers... But, but... I always feel that something is wrong.

Descartes suddenly said "Ah" in her mind, and shouted, "Wait! Don't answer yet!"

"how?"

"I also think it's too strange," Descartes said hastily, "Have you heard of test writing? Different types of killers are driven by different motives, so their behavior patterns are also different. The behavior patterns of old leather shoes are the same as ordinary killers. Serial killers, right? There was a study of male serial killers who argued that their killings were nothing more than the result of their desires; It's just a by-product. But look at the old leather shoes, he doesn't enjoy the killing process, he does it cleanly, just to kill a specific target... more like a professional killer, right?"

"That's what you say, but you guessed it from second-hand knowledge, can you trust it?"

Bohemia just taunted her, but suddenly her voice stopped, and she was also stunned.After a few seconds, she asked softly: "...Serial killer, serial killer, there must be a 'serial'. But the old leather shoes only killed one person before us, it really doesn't 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, and hurriedly urged, "You don't have much time left for the mini-game, and it's time to tell you what your goal 2 is. You must make a decision quickly. Let me see, you have ten seconds—nine seconds—”

Bohemia was urged to become one head and two big by him. For a while, she felt suspicious of everyone, and maybe this "Sandy Winters" herself was a serial killer... She recalled the whole little game in her heart, 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, she has blood on her body, so that's her!
Descartes sighed in her mind, as if wishing to blow her brain out of her ears: "How could it be so obvious—"

The host of the copy paused, and said, "That's right."

　No kidding, the popular science about male and female serial killers in this chapter is all true...don’t ask me why I understand so well, I have dozens of victims
　
(End of this chapter)