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Lynn pondered for a moment, his tone slowed down: "You are right. Maybe we limit our perspective to the framework of 'punishing evil and promoting good', which leads to ignoring something deeper."

Lynn stood up and walked to the whiteboard to revisit every detail of the case. He circled the keyword "lyncher" with a marker, and then wrote a new question next to it: "What other possible motives of the murderer?"

He looked at Carter: "Restart the investigation and comb the connection between victims from scratch. Exclude the possibility of motives being 'punishing evil and promoting good' and see what more secret commonalities are."

Card Feature Head: "I will arrange for the team to reorganize the data immediately. In addition, should clues about the mutant group be temporarily put on hold?"

"No," Lynn shook his head, "the possibility of mutants cannot be completely ruled out. Some details of these cases are too accurate, such as the method of the wound and the abnormality of the scene, which are not as good as ordinary people can do. But we We need to expand our perspective and we can no longer fall into a single logic."

Throughout the afternoon, Lynn and his team worked hard to re-climb the clues of the case. The victims’ background, behavioral patterns, and social circles were analyzed one by one. Although some clues remain blurred, Lynn gradually discovered some subtle commonalities.

"Linn," Carter suddenly pushed the door open, holding a new investigation report in his hand, "we found a little possible connection."

Lynn looked up and said, "What?"

"There is a common secret connection in the victims' social networks - they have all participated in some kind of private gatherings over the past year. These gatherings are not illegal, but the content of the event is highly confidential and even requires a confidentiality agreement." Carter handed the documents to Lynn, "and, the organizers of these gatherings, happen to be associated with a mutant underground group."

Lynn took the document and browsed it quickly, his eyes getting deeper and deeper: "What is the purpose of these parties?"

"It's not clear yet. But the records we found show that the organizer of the party was a man named 'Eliot Wes'. He is a famous philanthropist in Manhattan and also a public identity. Mutants.”

"Eliot Wes..." Lynn repeated the name in a low voice, with a hint of alertness in his eyes.

He stood up, picked up his coat, and said to Carter, "Arranging the support team, we'll visit Mr. Elliot. Maybe he can give us some different answers."

As night fell, the streets of Manhattan gradually became quiet, and neon lights cast mottled lights and shadows on the wet streets. Lynn and Carter drove to Elliot Wes' residence with the squad.

Elliott's residence is located on Manhattan's Upper East Side, a beautifully designed brownstone building. He is a well-known Manhattan philanthropist, known for funding mutant rights activities and social welfare undertakings. But he is also an important figure in the Mutant Underground Network, which has never been mentioned in public.

The car parked in front of the building, and Lin Neng looked up at the luxurious but low-key mansion, and felt secretly alert. He signaled Carter to take several agents to guard the periphery, and he and another agent walked towards the gate.

They rang the doorbell, and after a while, a well-dressed butler opened the door.

"Who are you looking for?" The butler's tone was polite but with a sense of distance.

Lynn took out his ID: "FBI Inspector Lynn, we need to talk to Mr. Elliot Wes."

The butler was obviously stunned for a moment, but soon returned to peace: "Please wait, I'll report."

A few minutes later, the housekeeper returned and signaled Lynn and the agent to enter the living room. Elliot Wes was sitting on a carved sofa, holding a glass of red wine in his hand, and behind him was a floor-to-ceiling bookshelves. He looked in his early fifties, gray hair, a cold face but full of majesty.

"Inspector Lynn." Elliot smiled slightly, his tone was calm, "Welcome. I heard that you are here to investigate, I wonder what I can help?"

Lynn looked straight at Elliott and went straight to the point: "Mr. We're investigating a series of serial homicides, and there's one thing in common among the victims - they've all attended private gatherings organized by you. We need to know about this The purpose of the party, and the situation of the participants.”

Elliot raised his eyebrows and the smile on his face slightly retracted: "Oh? These cases are related to my party? This really surprised me. I am just an ordinary philanthropist, and the original intention of organizing these parties was to change it. People provide a platform for communication with ordinary people.”

"A platform for communication?" Lin Neng said in a cold tone. "We found out that these parties are highly confidential and even need to sign an agreement. If it is just ordinary communication, why should it be so secret?"

Elliot put down his wine glass and sighed softly: "Detective, you should know that the mutants are not in a relaxed state of society. My party is designed to create a safe environment for mutants to discuss with confidence Your own problems, without worrying about being judged or suppressed by the outside world.”

"Safe environment?" Lynn's eyes were sharp, "but these victims became targets of serial murders after attending the party. Is this really a coincidence?"

Elliot was silent for a moment, then said calmly: "Inspector, I can understand your question, but I do not think my party is directly related to these cases. In fact, I do not know all the participants, These gatherings are run through teams and I am not involved in every specific event.”

"Who are your team members? I need a list of all participants." Lynn said firmly.

Elliot's expression changed slightly, but remained calm: "Sorry, Inspector, I cannot disclose the identity of the participants under our agreement. This is to protect their privacy."

"Protect privacy?" Lynn sneered, "When your 'privacy' agreement may cover up a serial murder, it is no longer a protection, but an obstacle to investigation."

Elliot's eyes were slightly cold, and he was about to say something, but Lynn interrupted: "Mr. Wes, if you are really innocent, you should cooperate with us with all your strength. If you continue to hide it, we will apply for a search warrant according to law. Find out every detail.”

Elliot was silent for a moment, finally sighing: "Well, Chief Inspector. I can provide a partial list, but only those participants who have publicly stated that they are willing to assist in the investigation. Others, I must get their consent."

Lynn nodded: “This is the beginning.”

That night, Lynn returned to the bureau with the roster. He and his team members immediately set out to analyze the backgrounds of these participants, hoping to find clues related to the case. However, most of the people on these lists are ordinary people and do not even have any criminal records or abnormal behavior.

"There doesn't seem to be any direct breakthrough in this line." Carter leaned against the chair, his tone showing fatigue.

"Not necessarily." Lynn looked through the list, his eyes fixed on a name, "Look at this person - Lisa Harris, who had publicly expressed his disgust for Wes' party a few months ago, and believed that It's too 'favorite mutants'. But strangely, she was attending another event after the party."

"Why does a person who is disgusted with activities continue to participate?" Carter frowned.

"That's the problem." Lynn put down the document, speaking in a low tone. "Perhaps our murderer is not just targeting the victims, but performing some kind of self-righteous 'screening'. Lisa may know something. We must Find her as soon as possible.”

Manhattan is still busy at night, and Kate is sitting in a secluded cafe, holding a cup of cold coffee in his hand. A man with a nervous look sat opposite the table, wearing an ordinary jacket and holding a USB flash drive tightly in his hand.

"Is this the video?" Kate asked in a low voice, his eyes calm but alert.

The man nodded and lowered his voice and said, "Yes. This video was accidentally taken from a surveillance blind spot. It took me a lot of effort to get it. It captured a person near the crime scene. Very suspicious.”

"Why not leave it to the police?" Kate asked, a hint of distrust in his tone.

The man swallowed, as if he was a little uneasy: "You know, this kind of thing may not be as good as me to give it to the police. Besides, I think you, as a reporter, can make this video more valuable."

Kate stared at the other party, obviously not completely believing what he said. But she knew that every clue of serial murder was extremely valuable and she couldn't miss any possible breakthrough.

"How much?" Kate asked bluntly.

The man hesitated for a moment and stretched out three fingers: "Three thousand. This is the exclusive thing."

Kate knew the other party was asking for a price everywhere, but she gritted her teeth and agreed: "The deal is done. But I have to take a look first."

The man was obviously worried, and reached into his jacket and took out an old portable player and inserted the USB flash drive. A blurry but decent night video began to play on the screen.

The video shows a remote alley near the crime scene, and the time mark shows that it is the night when a case occurred. In the picture, a figure in a dark coat quickly walked through the alley, and his figure was vaguely visible. Although the face is blocked by shadows, the pace is steady and the movements are smooth, and it is obviously not an ordinary passerby.

Then, the figure stopped, turned around and looked at the direction of the surveillance. At that moment, a pair of cold and weird purple pupils were captured in the video.

Kate's breathing stagnated and his heart pounded. These purple eyes are exactly the same as the suspected traits of Lynn mentioned earlier.

"Did you see it?" the man urged, "This video is not something you can get casually."

Kate calmed down, took out his wallet and took out a stack of cash and handed it to the other party: "Three thousand, take it away."

The man quickly received the money, handed the USB flash drive to Kate, and hurriedly got up and left, disappearing into the night. Kate sat in place, his heart still beating wildly because of the scene just now.

After returning home, Kate plugged the USB flash drive into his laptop and watched the video repeatedly. She used professional video software to enlarge the picture of the purple pupils. Although it was still a little blurry, it was enough for her to confirm that it was definitely an extremely unusual phenomenon.

Countless questions emerged in her mind: Who is this person? What is the connection between him and the case? If he was the murderer, why would he expose his characteristics to the video?

Kate hesitated for a moment, finally picked up the phone and dialed Lynn's number.

"Linn, I have an important clue." Her voice was filled with a hint of anxiety. "I just got a video and may have taken a suspicious figure near the crime scene."

Lynn's voice on the other end of the phone was low: "Video? What's the content?"

"A figure, his eyes are purple." Kate took a deep breath, "very consistent with the characteristics you mentioned earlier."

The other end of the phone was silent for a while, then Lynn's voice became even more serious: "Take the video over, I need to see it right away."

"Okay, I'll come right away." Kate hung up the phone, quickly packed up his USB flash drive, rushed out of the house, and headed straight for Lynn's office.

Half an hour later, Kate stood in Lynn's office, plugged the USB flash drive into his computer, and played the video. Lynn and Carter stared at the screen intently, and as the picture of purple pupils appeared, Lynn's eyes became cold and focused.

"This is him," Lynn whispered, with a hint of confirmation in his tone, "very consistent with the characteristics described by the police."

Carter frowned and asked, "But the question is, why is he in the surveillance range? He has always been careful, and this time it is obviously a flaw."

"Maybe he didn't know that this video existed." Lynn analyzed calmly, "or, the clues he deliberately left."

Kate was stunned: "I will stay? Why?"

Lynn's eyes were sharp: "If he really thought he was 'punishing evil and promoting good', maybe this was some kind of challenge for him - to provoke us and society as a whole. He wanted us to know his existence, But I can't catch him."

"What should we do next?" Kate asked.

Lynn stood up, speaking firmly: "We track the whereabouts of this figure. Since he has been exposed, it means he is not untouchable. Let the technical department analyze the background of the video, find his escape route, and possibly Hiding place."

His eyes swept over Kate with a hint of warning: "Also, you'd better be careful. The other party has already set his sights on you, and the clue may not be simple this time."

Lynn sat in the office, staring at the video that Kate brought, playing over and over again. His eyes were focused and sharp, as if he wanted to peel away the hidden truth from each frame.

In the picture, the figure with purple pupils still made him feel uneasy. "This person is obviously not an ordinary person. His behavior seems random, but it has a purpose." Lin En thought to himself.

However, when he enlarged the picture and looked at the background carefully, he suddenly discovered a familiar figure.

In the picture, a tall, well-dressed man hurriedly walked by about 50 meters away from the crime scene. His side face flashed briefly through the camera, and although the image quality was blurry, Lynn immediately recognized the person.

"Elon Musk?"

Lin Neng's brows frowned for a moment, and a storm waves arose in his heart. Musk is a world-famous entrepreneur and technology pioneer, and it is already bizarre enough to appear near the crime scene. Why did he appear in such a remote place? More importantly, what is the connection between his appearance and the suspicious figure in purple pupils?