[Comprehensive Yingmei] I am not I do not have

"I said, he won't be the murderer." Will raised his voice and said to Crawford.

Standing outside the interrogation room, Crawford looked at Mu Ke who was calmly sitting in the interrogation room through the two-way mirror, "I didn't say he must be the murderer, but he is a suspect. You also think he may have something to do with this case .”

"Not this kind of relationship."

"Will, don't worry." Hannibal is also next to him, the heating is on in the room, his coat is meticulously folded and hung in his arms, Hannibal looks at Crawford, "I agree with Will's opinion .”

"This is your profile, Will." Crawford said, "Asian male, between 25 and 35 years old, solitary, with some medical experience. And he happened to appear at that time , that location."

Will gave up arguing with him.

Crawford clenched his fists, "You know the rules, Will. You can only stand outside, and I'll ask him specific questions. If he's not, then of course he's not."

Crawford walked into the interrogation room alone. The temperature in the room was lower than outside, but Mu Ke didn't seem to mind it. Instead, he played with the chains of the handcuffs with great interest.

"Blanche Mu." Crawford read out his name according to the information.

"It's me." Mu Ke looked up at him.

"Where were you five nights ago? What were you doing?"

Mu Ke thought for a while before answering, "I turned from No. 20 Fifth Street to Corvette Street and circled the Walters Museum."

Crawford counted the distance that Muke said, and frowned, "How long have you been outside?"

"Six hours."

"Why are you wandering out in the middle of the night? Can someone testify for you?"

"It's just my habit."

"It's not a good habit, Mr. Mu, do you do it every day?"

"Yes, every day."

Crawford took a deep look at him, took out a stack of photos from a black folder, and placed them on the table in front of him.

"Do you know them?"

With a calm expression, Mu Ke laid out the photos one by one, without blocking the part, he picked up the last one, "I've seen this place, it's next to the post office, four days ago, you and Will were investigating this case."

"Do you know these people?" Crawford repeated, Mu Ke's expression was a little too flat.

"do not know."

"Then do you know why you were arrested?"

"Because of the case, I guess?" Muke said.

"When you were arrested, you didn't resist at all. Why?" Crawford asked further, Mu Ke made him feel strange.

"I can't fight you, but I don't know why you are doing it. There must be a conversation here. I don't mind sitting here so much compared to the dark alley."

"You are now a suspect."

"I know, and I also know that this matter has nothing to do with me."

"But we're not so sure."

"48 hours."

"What?" Crawford frowned, not understanding what Mu Ke was referring to.

"It's been many years since I last read American law, but if this one hasn't been changed, you're going to let me go in a maximum of 48 hours."

It sounded almost aggressive to Crawford.

"This is based on the fact that you have nothing to do with this matter." Crawford left this sentence, grabbed the documents on the table and walked out of the interrogation room.

He turned his head and observed Mu Ke's next actions through the one-way glass.

Crawford saw Muke looking in the direction of the glass too, the angle of view was changing, as if his eyes were following his, his eyes were like a piece of static ice, as if he could see the other side through the one-way glass , but Muke's eyes stopped at one place again, Crawford told himself that it was just an illusion before, but now Muke's eyes are aimed at the place...

It's where Will stands.

Hannibal didn't speak, but Will asked Crawford, "What do you want to do next?"

"Wait. Then keep profiling. If he's not, then our troubles haven't been solved yet." Crawford said, turning to Hannibal again, "Doctor Lecter, what do you think?"

Hannibal began to narrate in an orderly manner, "We can be sure that the seven corpses belonged to unknown suspects, but we don't know any connection between the seven victims."

"Three of them are indeed gangsters. It took us a while to connect their affairs to this case." Seeing that Will was unwilling to speak, Crawford continued, "The others are all Asians. , there is a local, there is also a tourist, we did not find any more similarities."

"In fact, I found it." Beverly came over, and the female forensic doctor raised the autopsy report in her hand, "I found something in the esophagus of three of the victims."

Will took the report out of Beverly's hand and flipped through it. "A pinch of wool?"

"Yes." Beverly stood with her arms folded. Her wheat-colored skin and those narrow and long eyes that are typical of Asians in the eyes of Americans have a strange temperament. Wool was found in the esophagus of seven victims, then I went back and looked at the esophagus of several other victims, there was nothing in it, but I found wool partially corroded by gastric acid in the stomach of two of them. Exactly For example, black goat hair."

"There is also black goat hair on site." Will suddenly remembered.

"It would count as a sign of the murderer's crime, why didn't you mention it?" Crawford asked.

"The tuft of black goat hair in Grant's house was mixed with the hair of his dog. I didn't pay attention at the time. King Kevin was killed in the alley, and there was no black goat hair left there. And in Li Na's house...

The tuft of black goat hair was dumped in a garbage bag along with the dust. Li Na had found the black goat hair before she was murdered and cleaned it up with a vacuum cleaner.The murderer will leave a mark before committing the crime. He does not choose the target at random. He has his own way, and he knows the living habits of these people very well. He has a way to spy on the lives of these people. "

"And these people's lives are very regular." Hannibal added, "The murderer knows when to strike. Will, do you think he observes their lives after selecting his targets, or does the life of these people So close to him that he picks out the victims he wants."

"I don't know." Will shook his head, "I still think that the murderer is a member of this ethnic group. Local Chinese like to live within a certain range, which is their living habit. But in this case, no matter who the murderer is first Whether to select a target or observe first, there are sufficient implementability. This makes his crime cycle very short."

"And then?" Crawford waited for Will's second half.

"Then..." Will froze for a moment, "I want to go to the first crime scene."

"Namukk?" Hannibal asked.

Will turned sideways and glanced at the interrogation room. Mu Ke had already turned his head away, no longer staring at the people outside the interrogation room, just staring at his own hand in a daze.

"I do not know."

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The golden pendulum crossed the field of vision in the darkness, leaving a shining afterimage, and the low sound of the pendulum passing through the air was amplified countless times.

Swing to the left, to the right, the darkness was suddenly erased by the pendulum, Will opened his eyes, he walked around the carpet in the center of the living room, and walked towards the window, "I saw her through the window."

Looking across the window at the street, "she's at home, doing her usual thing, like any housewife, playing infomercials and vacuuming the blankets."

"I decided, this is my goal."

Will's footsteps stopped suddenly, and he turned around, facing the entire living room.This way of selecting targets is too simple, he missed something.

Will continued the association in his mind, and the day outside the window instantly turned into night with the sun setting, "She went out to get her hair done, and I knew she would go out at this time, so I took a bunch of goat hair over the window and entered her house. I put the goat hair on the ground and covered it with the blanket she was showing off to her friends. Then I left."

"After two days, or three days, I came to her house again," Will walked to the dining table, pulled out a chair and sat down, put his hands on his knees, and slowly straightened his back " I knew she wasn't coming back in 10 minutes, so I sat in a chair by the dining table and waited for her with the lights off."

"She came back and saw me. But she was petrified. I covered her mouth before she screamed, and stabbed her eight times with the pocket knife I carried. I didn't hesitate. There was no rape, rape, or No violence, just trying to kill her."

Will watched as the mistress of his imaginary house was stabbed in the stomach one by one, and in the chest several times with the knife in his hand. The blood spattered on his chin, and even stained his stubble red.