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The two got out of the car and walked straight through the crowd into the factory. A forensic doctor is examining the body and several agents are searching for clues.

"How is the situation?" Lynn whispered to the agents in charge of the scene.

"The victim is a male, about 30 years old, and his identity has not been confirmed. His death is exactly the same as in the previous case - the carotid artery was cut open, fatal knife wounds, and the body was placed in a ritual position." He replied, a hint of fatigue in his tone, "And the red rose appeared on the wall again."

Lynn nodded and approached the body to observe. The victim's expression was distorted by the severe pain before death, and there was still dry blood on the ground. Lynn squatted down and carefully examined the surroundings of the body.

"Inspector, there is something here!" A detective suddenly shouted not far away.

Lynn immediately stood up and walked towards the direction where the sound came. The agent was standing next to a pile of waste, holding an item bag with a conspicuous yellow wallet.

"What is this?" Lynn asked, taking the bag of items.

"What we found near the exit of the scene looked like the murderer fell in a hurry," the agent explained.

Lynn opened the bag of items and carefully took out his wallet. It is a regular yellow leather wallet with a somewhat worn surface but does not look old. There are a few cards and some cash in the wallet, and a wrinkled receipt.

"This may be the murderer's omission." Carter came over and whispered, "but it may also be a disguise left on purpose."

Lynn did not respond. He quickly looked through the things in his wallet and found a bank card. The name on the bank card is clearly visible - Daniel Walker.

"Daniel Walker?" Lynn frowned, "Have you found this name?"

"Not yet." The agent shook his head, "but we can check it right away."

Lynn nodded and handed his wallet to Carter: “Let the tech department track the background of the name immediately, check all his records to see if there is any connection to other cases.”

"I understand." Carter took the wallet and left quickly.

Meanwhile, Lynn continued to search for other clues on the scene. He walked to the red rose pattern and glanced at the wall with sharp eyes. The patterns are spray-painted with extreme precision, as if they have been done by professionally trained personnel.

"The Inspector," said the forensic doctor, "there is another abnormality. Although the victim's carotid artery wound was similar to the previous case, the knife technique was rougher this time. The murderer might be more rushed than before, or , it may be a crime by different people."

"Different people?" Lynn repeated in a low voice, quickly organizing clues in his mind. "This shows that our previous assumptions may be correct-the murderer was not acting alone. He may be part of a group, and this time, The perpetrator is not the same person as the previous case.”

The forensic nodded: "This is a possibility. However, we need further confirmation."

After leaving the scene, Lynn returned to the office and Carter had brought back the preliminary findings of “Daniel Walker.”

"Daniel Walker, 38, is an ordinary office worker. His address is located in Lower Manhattan. According to records, he has not had any obvious abnormal behavior in the past few months." Carter handed over the investigation report, in his tone. With a hint of confusion, “But there is a name in his social circle that caught my attention—Eliot Wes.”

Lynn's eyes turned cold: "Eliot Wes? Is the mutant philanthropist we investigated before?"

"That's right." Katitt head, "Daniel has attended private gatherings organized by Wes several times. They seem to have some connection, but we don't know what it is."

Lynn picked up the report and took a deep breath: "This even more, our murderers did not act alone. There is some connection between them, and these parties may be their bond."

"What should I do next?" Carter asked.

Lynn looked cold: "Tracking Daniel Walker's location. If he was an accomplice of the murderer, his whereabouts might lead us to other key figures. Meanwhile, revisit Elliot Wes's activities. We may have already Very close to the truth.”

Lynn stared at the report, his thoughts swiftly. He knew that the name "Daniel Walker" might be the key to breaking the case. Why did this ordinary office employee appear in clues about the murder scene? Is the connection between him and Elliot Wes the heart of the entire incident?

"The technology department is already tracking Daniel Walker's cell phone signal," Carter reported. "His last record of activity was at a convenience store in Lower Manhattan, after nine p.m. on the day of the incident. His cell phone is now in Shut down state.”

"Shut down?" Lynn raised his head and frowned. "This is to avoid being tracked. Daniel may have realized that we are checking him."

"Then how can we find it?" Carter asked.

Lynn thought for a while and stood up: "Contact his relatives and friends to see if he has mentioned recent plans or abnormal behaviors. At the same time, he sent someone to search his residence and workplace to find everything he might have hidden. The land.”

"I understand." Card's head, arrange action immediately.

A few hours later, Lynn sat in the office, with archives and surveillance records piled up in front of him. The technology department has analyzed Daniel's activity trajectory over the past few months, and while his life appears calm on the surface, some details have caught Lynn's attention.

"Look here." Lynn pointed to a record, with a hint of nervousness in his tone. "Daniel has frequently appeared in an abandoned industrial park for the past three months. He has not stayed there for long, But it's always late at night."

"Abandoned industrial park?" Carter frowned. "It sounds suspicious. What did he do there?"

Lynn nodded: "Send someone to investigate and see if there is anything unusual there. If Daniel is an accomplice of the murderer, then this place is likely to be one of their strongholds."

Late at night, the FBI's reconnaissance team quietly arrived at the abandoned industrial park. It is shrouded in thick darkness, overgrown with weeds, and the dilapidated buildings look particularly groggy under the moonlight.

"This place looks like a ghost town," a detective whispered.

"Search separately, pay attention to safety." The captain ordered.

Investigators moved carefully throughout the park, and the beam of flashlights wandered between dilapidated walls and abandoned equipment. Not long after, an investigator discovered an abnormality in a warehouse.

"Inspector, there is something happening here." A hurried voice came from the radio.

Lynn and Carter rushed to the scene. The warehouse was filled with abandoned boxes and equipment, but in the corner, a few messy folding chairs and a table were particularly noticeable. There were several maps on the table, some documents marking the time, and several items that looked like tools.

"The time marked on these documents is exactly the same as the time of our previous murders." Carter looked through the documents, his tone getting heavier, "This is likely to be their command point."

Lynn picked up a map and found that several locations were circled with a red pen, one of which was the scene of the recent murder case.

"They are planning the action here," Lynn whispered, a cold light flashing in his eyes. "Daniel Walker is obviously not acting alone. He has other people behind him, and their goals are clearer than we think."

Meanwhile, news came from the technology department that they had successfully located a possible hiding spot for Daniel Walker—a cheap hotel in the East Side of Manhattan.

Lynn and Carter immediately led the team there. When they rushed into the hotel room, they found that the room was empty, with only one computer with a screen on, and it seemed that they had just been used.

"He just left." Lynn said coldly, his eyes swept across every corner of the room, "check everything to see if there are any clues left behind."

The technician quickly removed the computer's hard drive and began on-site analysis. A few minutes later, they found an unsent email, which mentioned a mysterious name - "Rose Lord".

"Rose Lord?" Carter frowned, "Is this someone's code name?"

"It is likely that the leader of this organization," Lynn said in a deep voice. "Their actions revolve around the red rose, and this 'rose master' may be the mastermind of everything."

Lynn's heartbeat faster. He knew that they had finally touched the core of the case, but at the same time, he also knew that the opponent's counterattack might be even more dangerous.

"Tracking the source of this email and finding the true identity of the 'Rose Lord' as soon as possible." Lynn gave the order, with a firm cold look in his eyes. "This time, we will not give them another chance to escape."

The technical department immediately began to analyze the source of the unsent email. After hours of hard work, they finally tracked down a complex IP address that was disguised as extremely secretive but was eventually locked in a remote villa located on the outskirts of Manhattan.

Lynn and Carter immediately led a team to the scene. The villa has a very ordinary appearance and looks like a private residence for vacation, but the surroundings are too quiet and even a little uneasy.

"Prepare for the assault." Lynn whispered, and the team quickly scattered around the villa and surrounded it completely.

The interior of the villa was extremely quiet, and there was a faint metallic smell in the air. Lynn and Carter took the lead in, keeping their weapons in their hands alert. They scanned each room step by step and finally stopped in front of a secret door in the basement.

Carter pressed the flashlight and illuminated the heavy metal door: "This may be their command center."

Lynn nodded: “Pry it open.”

The agent pried open the door with his tools, and a stream of air conditioning gushed out from it. The scene inside the basement made everyone gasp.

The walls are covered with spray-painted patterns of red roses, each as meticulous as a work of art. There is a huge wooden table in the center of the room, with several computers, several maps, and a series of documents marked with time and place.

"These maps and documents..." Carter looked through, his tone getting heavier, "Every marked location corresponds to the crime scene we know. Moreover, there are some future goals - several landmarks in Manhattan Sexual architecture.”

"Their plan is more than killing people," Lynn whispered, a cold light flashing in his eyes. "They want to create greater panic, it's a long-planned action."

Just as Lynn checked the files carefully, a computer screen suddenly lit up. A bright red rose pattern appeared on the screen, and then a synthetic sound rang out, with a strange low:

"Inspector Lynn, welcome. You're a little faster than we expected, but it's OK, everything is under our control."

Lynn stared at the screen, his voice calm but oppressive: "Who are you? Rose Lord?"

"The name is just a code name," the voice laughed, "it's important that our philosophy and actions. What you see is nothing more than the beginning of our plan. Manhattan will witness a real purification."

"Purification?" Lynn sneered, "You kill innocent people, and you still dare to call yourself a purifier?"

"Innocent?" The rose pattern on the screen trembled slightly. "The so-called victims, each of them is unforgivable, but they are hidden deep enough. We just uncover their disguise and let the world see the truth."

"The truth?" Lynn lowered his voice. "This is not justice, this is a morbid killing. And I will stop you and bring you all to justice."

The voice on the screen chuckled, "Then let's try it out, Inspector. However, time is not long. We're already entering the next stage, and soon, you'll know our determination."

As soon as the words fell, the screen suddenly went out. Meanwhile, a faint buzz came from a corner of the basement.

"Get back!" Lin En shouted immediately.

Everyone quickly withdrew from the basement. Just a few seconds after running out of the villa, a violent explosion occurred in the entire building. The fires soared into the sky, illuminating the surrounding night sky red.

A few minutes later, Lynn and Carter stood not far away, looking at the burning ruins, their faces gloomy.

"They are more dangerous and more organized than we thought," Carter whispered.

"And it's merciless." Lynn's fist clenched, "We've just touched their core, and this explosion shows that they will never let us dig out more truths easily."

Card Feature Head: "But at least we know what they're going to do next."

Lynn took out the map rescued from the basement, which clearly marked the names and dates of several Manhattan landmarks.

"These places are their potential targets," Lynn said coldly. "We must seize them before them and get them all in one place."

Lynn sat alone in the office late at night, with the map in front of him spread out, with several target buildings marked on it. These landmark buildings are not only symbols of Manhattan, but also gather a large number of people. Once the attack is successful, the consequences will be unimaginable.

He stared at the date on the map, counting the time repeatedly in his mind: "The next action...is three days later."

The next morning, the FBI conference room was full. Lynn stood in front, the whiteboard in front of him was full of clues and goals. His eyes swept coldly over every agent present.