If I don't have money to go to college, I can only go to slay the dragon.

It's three o'clock in the morning, Chicago time.

"Finally done." In the war conference room, Ryder lay on the swivel chair and stretched hard. He kicked off his feet and spun the swivel chair in a circle, left the table and slid to Gloria who was sorting out documents with a smile on his face: " Do you have time for a late night snack?"

"Late-night snack? There are regulations on the healthy amount of calories involved in the three meals a day for the Executive Department Commissioner. I don't want to fail the department's physical fitness test next month because of a late-night snack." Gloria typed the documents neatly on the table and read them. Not even looking at Ryder.

"I heard that someone ordered a table of Alinea's takeout from the twelfth floor of the inpatient department." Ryder smiled.

"Did you order 'Marita'? Oh, that's right, her family can indeed do this." Gloria put the organized documents in the storage box, took a breath and sat on the chair: "But speaking of , 'Marita'. Is it really okay that it's Helena? I always felt a little suspicious when I reviewed the entire mission just now."

"Doubtful?"

"Isn't Helena too lucky as a victim?" Gloria took a few photos and threw them on the conference table. Ryder took a glance and his original appetite for late-night snacks disappeared instantly. Those photos were all bloody. Face the killer's previous victims.

"If it weren't for Caesar Gattuso's timely control of the field, she would have followed in the footsteps of these people." Ryder shook his head.

"But the method of committing this last crime was too crude. It was so simple and crude that it is impossible to imagine that it was the work of the same murderer." Gloria frowned and looked at the video of the inpatient hall that was replayed hundreds of times on the surveillance screen. The burly murderer who broke down the toilet door was fierce and terrifying.

"But he completely fits the characteristics of the bloody-faced killer." Ryder picked up the remote control panel and compared the afternoon video with the previous video that accidentally captured the blood-faced killer's back: "He is completely the same person, and he burst out. You have also seen the power of blood, do you want to say that the Bloody Face Killer is not just one person, but an organization?"

"No, there is definitely only one bloody-faced killer. There is no way to forge the methods and scenes of the first seven crimes. This is indeed a serial murder case completed independently." Gloria shook her head: "It's just that I still feel that there is something strange, and there are some things that I have not figured out. , For example, the motive of the Bloody Face Killer’s murder! Do you know Jack the Ripper?”

"During 1888, he killed several prostitutes in the East End of London in an attempt to create a blood-deepening potion. A very classic case of a dangerous hybrid. In December of the same year, he was hunted down by the British secret party and executed in the underground sewer. It is said that at that time, Jack was far away from The completion of Deadpool transformation is not far away, the bloodline rating has reached the terrible 'A+', and the secret party at that time spent a lot of money to get him." Ryder said.

"His motive for killing was that he firmly believed that the 'filthy blood' of prostitutes could deepen his dragon bloodline. However, an autopsy later proved that the blood of prostitutes had no effect on the evolution of his bloodline. He has been getting stronger not because of those prostitutes, but because of him. Constantly releasing his desire to kill prompted the dragon bloodline to continuously erode his thinking, and finally led to the transformation of Deadpool." Gloria rubbed her head: "The point is, do you know why he is obsessed with killing prostitutes, do you believe that this can help him evolve? "

"Because he was hurt by a prostitute?".

"No, because his mother was engaged in flesh work. He hated his mother. After matricide, he awakened to his bloodline. With little understanding of the mixed-race world, he mistakenly believed that killing prostitutes was such a dirty thing. This is the mission given to him by God. The more he kills, the stronger he becomes, because he is doing the right thing in purifying the world. The police and secret parties who are chasing him are the test given to him by God." Gloria Said: "The more people kill, the more dragon blood's desire to kill becomes amplified, and the more hybrids tend to become deadpools. They have indeed become stronger, but at the expense of their human identities."

"It sounds ridiculous, but it can withstand scrutiny." Ryder now also thought carefully about Gloria's words.

"The reason why most dangerous hybrids commit crimes is because they think they are the only bad wolf in the flock. They do not understand the source of their power, nor do they know the existence of dragon civilization, so they will have a great impact on their own power. The misunderstanding that 'the more you kill, the stronger you will become' is one of the most classic misunderstandings. You must have seen many similar cases in the ministry."

"Philadelphia corpse-eating case, New York underground sewer disappearance case, Tokyo blood sacrifice sect." Ryder also immediately mentioned several similar examples.

"What was the bloody-faced killer's motive for killing?" Gloria finally brought the topic back at this time.

"He peeled off women's faces." Ryder fell into deep thought: "Is this a wrong expression of desire?"

"Then he should have raped those women, but as far as I know there were no similar marks on the bodies of the seven previous cases." Gloria said: "He just peeled off the faces of those women. Where were those faces?"

"The body of the bloody-faced killer has been temporarily sent to the hospital morgue. The autopsy should be about to start the autopsy now, right?" Ryder looked at the clock on the wall: "We can ask them what they found on the body later. He doesn’t have the face of a woman. He is a madman. How can we know how twisted a madman is when he peels off people’s faces? It’s just a pity that the wonderful lives of those seven beautiful girls have not yet begun.”

Gloria looked at a few photos on the table, then looked up at the video of the bloody-faced killer on the screen, frowning, and after a long time she sighed: "My intuition tells me that this matter is definitely not over. But everything is The signs indicate that the mission is over, after all, the murderer’s body is still lying in the morgue.”

"Would a murderer who would give up hunting because he couldn't completely peel off a woman's face in 20 seconds and wait for the next opportunity really fall into a trap like today?" Gloria whispered: "There is really no difference between this and the other. Matches the behavioral characteristics!”

"Or do you still think there's something wrong with Helena?" Ryder asked.

"After all, she is a living person who appeared at the murder scene twice. This alone gives us reason to doubt her." Gloria said.

"But there is indeed nothing wrong with Helena." Ryder sighed: "There is no way there is anything wrong with her. When Minister Schneider took over this case, Helena was the first person who ordered a thorough investigation. Her nineteen-year life history was completely destroyed. After conducting dozens of investigations, the people she came into contact with, and even the entire network were randomly checked several times to make sure that there was no suspicious person. Helena was 100% fine. If Helena was really the murderer, then the execution department All intelligence agencies should resign and apologize!"

"Maybe I'm just too worried. Or maybe she's just too beautiful and I'm jealous." Gloria couldn't help but chuckle.

"You're not bad either." Ryder glanced at Gloria.

"I'm sorry if you thought I would blush. I'm tired of hearing this kind of compliment at high school dances." Gloria flipped her forehead and said with a chuckle. Ryder could only smile bitterly and spread his hands to show that he didn't. That means.

"Let's have some late-night snacks. I know there is a sandwich shop nearby that tastes really good. It will only take a few minutes to deliver it." Ryder picked up the phone and sat on the conference table.

"No avocado, less bacon, preferably vegetarian." Gloria said.

"Are you sure you're dieting for the physical fitness test and not just to stay in shape?" Ryder joked, lowering his head and preparing to dial the button, but then a call came in. He was stunned when he saw the caller ID.

"Who is it?" Gloria saw something was wrong with Ryder.

"It's the autopsy department." Ryder raised his hand to signal Gloria to be silent and answered the phone: "This is the person in charge."

There was silence in the conference room for a few seconds. Gloria saw a surprised expression on Ryder's face when he answered the phone: "What did you say? The murderer's body is missing!?"

Gloria subconsciously grabbed the gun at her waist, her whole body tensed up, and she turned to look at the burly monster in the video on the screen. Goosebumps spread all over her body.

"No. You said the body is still there? But the murderer's body is missing? No, what on earth are you trying to say? Why is the murderer's body missing when the body is still there?" Ryder's words suddenly became incomprehensible, and Gloria also had a look of astonishment on her face. Find out what the person on the other end of the phone said to Ryder.

"Please sort out your words and tell me." At Gloria's signal, Ryder turned on the speakerphone.

The voice of the staff member of the autopsy department on the other end of the phone was quiet for a few seconds, as if he was sorting out his words. After clarifying his words, he said: "The three-meter-high murderer's body in the morgue is gone. Now I only find one." The corpse of a woman whose body is highly corroded!"

"Female corpse?" Ryder was stunned.

The staff paused for a moment: "And this corpse has been determined not to have half-dragon blood. She is just an ordinary person."

"Are you kidding me?" The next moment after digesting the words from the other side, Ryder suddenly had veins on his forehead and couldn't help but growl: "You want to say that we paid the price of the death of one commissioner and serious injury of another commissioner this afternoon. The enemy we captured was just an ordinary woman with no bloodline?"

"It doesn't matter how loud you yell, it's just the truth," the staff member said.

"Say it again"

"Ryder!" Gloria shouted in a low voice.

Ryder took a deep breath to suppress his restless emotions, and Gloria took the phone: "Are you sure the bodies are the same?"

"No one has gone in or out of the morgue. We can guarantee this, and it is impossible for a three-meter-long corpse to be transported out without our eyes and ears. Rather than the corpse being replaced, we would rather believe that the one lying in front of us now The body of the petite woman is that of the three-meter-long man from before." said the staff of the autopsy department.

"How is this possible?" Ryder said subconsciously.

"How is this impossible?" the other person asked flatly.

Ryder was stunned for a moment, yes, how could this be impossible?

"We speculate that some kind of speaking spirit forced this normal-sized woman to become the enemy you met this afternoon. Now that the speaking spirit has failed, the body has naturally returned to its original appearance," the staff member said.

"You mean the strong man was just a cover-up, and the real murderer is still in the hospital?" Ryder suddenly turned his head and looked out the window at the North-South Memorial Hospital in the distance in the night.

"'S' class and Helena are in danger!" Gloria immediately pushed away the chair, picked up the weapon, hung it on her waist and rushed towards the door.

ps: Let’s speak out in the next chapter