Los Angeles Detective

Chapter 603: visit

The next morning.

FBI Criminal Investigation Division.

Luke yawned and walked into the office. It was already twelve o'clock after the interrogation last night, and he didn't rest until after one o'clock in the morning when he got home.

Seeing Luke arrive, Michael called everyone to a meeting.

“Amir, can you tell me about the interrogation last night?”

Amir scratched his messy hair, “Last night, we found Filippo Carter at a client’s house in the Venus Club.

He admitted that he saw the deceased on the night of October 3 and had **** with him.

But he did not admit any involvement in the victim's death.

Furthermore, he claimed to have seen the murderer of the deceased.

According to the clues he provided, the murderer was a male. He wore a mask when he committed the crime and drove a black car. The car brand was probably Lexus. "

Michael touched his chin, "We checked the surveillance video near the crime scene, but we did not find a black Lexus car around the time of the crime."

Luke is a foreigner and does not know the situation in Most Mountain. He asked, "The crime scene is located on the mountainside. Is the surrounding terrain complicated? There are several forked roads, and are each forked road monitored?"

Michael replied, “That’s the problem. This mountain is not high, but the terrain is complicated and there are many forks.

Two of the main roads are monitored, but some small intersections are not monitored.

It is indeed difficult to check. "

Michael changed the subject, "Do you think it's possible that Filippo Carter lied? Could he be the real murderer?"

Luke also thought about this possibility, shook his head and said, "I didn't see that he was lying. This possibility is unlikely."

Amir nodded, “I don’t feel like he is lying either.

Moreover, this case is very similar to the Bloody Mike case.

Whether it is the method of committing the crime, the special symbols left at the scene or the mask worn by the suspect, they are all similar to the serial murders five years ago.

The murderer of Grace Bloomberg must have some connection with Bloody Mike.

I want to go to the prison and talk to Bloody Mike. "

Luke said, "It's a good idea, maybe it's a new direction of investigation."

Michael spread his hands and said, "OK, then you can go ahead. I will be responsible for tracking the black Lexus."

…

Rikers Island Prison.

The prison is located on an island between Queens and the Bronx. The prison covers a large area and has many cells. It can accommodate approximately tens of thousands of suspects.

Shortly after Grace Bloomberg was killed, the FBI contacted the prison and proposed the idea of meeting with Bloody Mike.

After communicating with the prison director, Luke and Amir arrived at the prison in the afternoon.

Luke also met the legendary Bloody Hand Mike.

Bloodhand Mike is not tall, estimated to be just over 1.7 meters tall. He is thin and has a mustache. Although he is wearing prison uniform, he looks very gentle and does not look like a vicious criminal.

The most conspicuous thing about him is his hands. Different from the rough fingers of ordinary men, his hands are very thin, long and beautiful, and the nails are carefully manicured.

Bloodhand Mike also looked at Luke and Amir, with a faint smile on his face, "I haven't seen a stranger for a long time. Can you talk to me about things outside?"

Luke did not directly ask about anything related to the case, but asked casually, "What do you want to know?"

“Have there been any newly famous piano masters in the past two years?”

This question really stumped Luke. He had never paid attention to similar news and turned to look at Amir aside.

Amir also shrugged, "I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you. We don't know much about the piano industry.

However, if you need it, I can bring you some piano magazines next time we meet. "

"Thanks.

This is exactly what I need. "

If he didn't know the identity of the other party, it would be difficult for Luke to believe that this was the serial killer responsible for dozens of lives.

“Why did you kill people in the first place?”

“I made it very clear after I was arrested.”

Luke smiled and said, “I want to hear it from you.

Also, I don’t think we have any other common language. "

Mike picked his ears and asked, "What's the benefit of me cooperating with your investigation?"

“What else do you want?”

“I want to be free.” After Mike finished speaking, he smiled, “I know I can’t.

However, I want to see a piano performance, and the best thing to play is Beethoven's music. "

Luke smiled and said, "What illusion makes you think you are qualified to negotiate terms with us?

Listen, we can do you some favors, but we give them to you.

If you think you can blackmail the FBI with this, you are totally wrong. "

Mike raised his hands and said, "I surrender. I know you have many ways to deal with me, a bunch of despicable guys." Mike twisted his right hand and gestured with his middle finger.

Luke repeated the previous question, "Why did you kill in the first place?"

McK recalled, “I am a pianist, the piano is everything to me, it is my life.

I have a pair of skillful hands and can play beautiful music. I could have become a piano master.

However, a car accident injured my left hand. "Mike rolled up the sleeve of his left arm, and there was indeed a scar on his arm. "After treatment in the hospital, the wound on my arm has recovered. But the nerves in my arms were damaged and my fingers no longer obeyed my commands.

I can no longer play beautiful melodies on the piano.

I was confused and in pain. I went to many hospitals for treatment, but the nerve damage in my left hand still could not be completely cured.

When I play the piano, my fingers tremble.

At that moment I felt like a useless person.

I envy and envy those who have a pair of healthy, beautiful and dexterous hands.

As time goes by, this feeling not only does not decrease, but gradually deepens.

Finally, one time I couldn't control my impulse and killed someone. That was also my first time killing someone.

I still remember that she was a beautiful woman with a pair of perfect hands, which were perfect for playing the piano.

I killed her.

Chopped off her hand. "Speaking of this, Mike sighed, "Unfortunately, it was my first time to do this kind of thing. I have no experience at all, and I don't know how to preserve those beautiful hands.

The hands eventually broke.

After this experience, I seemed to have found a way to make myself happy and fulfilled. To this end, I learned how to preserve human arms.

After that, I began to hunt those with beautiful hands, and then took their hands as my own.

Until he was caught by your FBI. "Mike sighed, "I hate it here. Not only is there no freedom here, but the people's hands here are ugly, very ugly. "

Luke asked, "I've seen your murder list. Most of the people who died in your hands were women, and most of them were ladies and rich men. Is wealth also a condition of your choice?"

“Nonono, I don’t care about wealth at all, I only care about the perfection of the prey’s hands.

However, based on my experience, the proportion of women from wealthy families with beautiful hands is much higher than that of ordinary people. Not only do they have good congenital conditions, but they also know how to take care of them better. "

Luke showed the photo of the circular bloodstain symbol and asked, "Why do you leave this mark at the scene every time you kill someone? Is there any special significance?"

Mike looked at the blood-stained character with some obsession. He traced it on the table with his hand. He saw a circle with a triangle inside, and inside the triangle were two S symbols connected together.

But Luke knew all these characters, but he couldn’t understand them when they were put together.

A smile appeared on Mike's lips, "I miss this symbol so much. I created it myself and it has no actual meaning."

Luke stared at the other person, "I don't like people lying to me."

　　Mike snorted, "I didn't lie. If you don't trust me, you can send me back to the cell."

Luke made a note in his notebook and took out a photo of Grace Bloomberg, "Do you know her?"

Mike took the photo, "She has good hands, I think I have seen these hands before." His eyes moved up, staring at Grace Bloomberg's face, "Yes, I should have seen her, but I thought Can’t get up.”

Luke reminded, “Her name is Grace Bloomberg.”

"Grace..." Mike repeated, snapping his fingers, "Yes, that's her, the wife of the mayor of New York. I really didn't expect that her **** husband could be re-elected as the mayor of New York."

“Have you seen her?”

“She also gave a piano performance at a party.”

“Would you choose her as your project target?”

Mike looked at the photo and said, "No."

“Why? Afraid of her mayor husband?”

"Haha..." Mike laughed, "If I was afraid, I wouldn't be locked up here.

Her hands are pretty and well maintained, but they are not perfect and not worthy of my attention. "

Luke asked, "Do you think the piano music she plays is good?"

　　"Not bad among amateur pianists, but..." Mike didn't continue, but Luke could already see a trace of disdain on his face.

“Why on earth are you looking for me?”

Luke pointed to the photo. “This woman was killed.”

"when?"