I'm just a little mouse after all [Comprehensive British and American]

Al followed Hodge out of the interrogation room, feeling Reid's questioning eyes, Al shook his head silently.

"He really didn't hide anything." Hodge looked at his team members and said: "He confessed everything he knew. His wife cheated and divorced, and the company laid off employees and lost financial resources. These are the things that made him become a perverted murderer."

"Then why did he take away the victim's pet cat?" Morgan stepped forward and asked.

Al shrugged and said: "There is no special meaning, it's just that when he lost everything, a stray British short named Alice has been with him. He should have been accompanied by that cat, a little Get out of the shadows. But that cat was tortured and killed, and for the murderer, stray cats are his only support."

Reid looked over, and the murderer was still sitting on the chair in the interrogation room.He sat there quietly, separating himself from everything around him.

His appearance does not look any different from ordinary black men. He is strong, smart and good at learning. He used to be just an ordinary person who loved vanity and was honest and responsible.

"I can be sure that his consciousness is clear, and he has a sound sense of right and wrong. If his parents hadn't died, or the stray cat hadn't been tortured and killed, he might not have become a murderer." Al Following Rhett's gaze, she sighed and said, "It's a coincidence, it's like all the misfortunes found him at the same time."

Before she could finish her sentence, Rhett suddenly said, "Wait, all the misfortunes came to him?"

"Within a month, his parents passed away, his wife cheated and divorced, he lost his job, and even the stray cats who depended on him were tortured and killed." Al smoothed his way: "He felt abandoned by the world, so he chose to kill to prove his real existence. in this world."

"Within a month?" Rhett blinked quickly, and he pondered: "I know that fate is unfair, but...I just said but, if, is it possible that these unfairness are actually caused by man?"

Hodge, who was talking in a low voice, suddenly turned his head to look at Reid.

Reid, who was being watched by everyone, became nervous. He pursed his lips and said softly: "Although the sudden change in life will lead people to take revenge on society to a certain extent, but the Christmas devil is only disappointed with the world. During the conversation I can feel that he is guilty of killing people, and it is difficult to get pleasure from it. This kind of criminals, they are unlikely to commit crimes many times, but he did it, which is unreasonable in itself."

"And what he really wants is companionship. He needs to prove that his existence is valuable and needed by others. He will take in stray cats when he is in financial constraints and cannot eat, because stray cats depend on him. It is valuable to make him feel his own existence. We only need to ask and speculate to understand his real needs, and other people can also think of this level." Reid looked at the murderer in the interrogation room.

He paused for a moment and pondered: "To put it simply, I suspect that his fate has been rewritten by someone. Someone is suggesting and pushing him to the path of crime, making him regard killing as his only way out. Even when he Unknowingly, implying that he numbered his targets."

The room fell silent instantly. Although everyone present had guessed what Rhett would say after halfway through his speech, no one hoped that Rhett's guess was correct.

Everyone looked at each other, and after a long time, Reid whispered: "There was no case before. The murderer couldn't provide us with any useful clues. Because he never thought that everything he did might be arranged."

Ai took a deep breath, and she frowned and said: "The situation you said is not impossible, but Garcia investigated. His wife cheated a long time ago, and he lost his job because he messed up an important list. His parents are old It’s a good time, and the body is not good.”

"I just said a conjecture." Reid scratched his arm, shook his head and said, "Besides, there is only one special case, the Christmas Devil. My conjecture is a bit far-fetched."

Rhett's words barely eased the atmosphere in the room. These people are used to being cautious.There is no room for mistakes when it comes to matters involving human life.

Hodge knocked on the table and said: "I will call out all the perverted murder cases in the past ten years to see if there are similar cases, and then make a decision after the results come out. Al, you can talk to the murderer again, whether in the past few months Some outsiders deliberately contacted him."

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Ethan had never met someone as difficult to get along with as Smith, and he wanted to catch up with him to find out, but Smith slammed the door unceremoniously and almost hit him on the nose.

Ethan looked at the closed door, clenched the water glass in his hand, held back for a while and said angrily: "This is too rude."

Tom, who watched the whole process, tilted his head and said, "You don't know how to curse?"

"It's not to the point of cursing." Ethan took a deep breath and said through gritted teeth, "Tom, what flavor canned cat food do you want, I'll open it for you to eat."

Tom's eyes lit up, and he jumped off the windowsill and ran over to rub Ethan's calf.

Its gaze inadvertently swept across the closed bedroom door, where Jerry had been hiding and did not come out.

Tom couldn't figure out what Jerry was mad at, after Ethan entered the kitchen again.Tom raised his head and cocked his tail, and walked slowly to the bedroom door.

It raised its paw and knocked on the door reservedly, coughed lightly and said, "Dinner is ready."

There was no sound in the room, Tom knocked on the door again, and said slowly: "Steak, chicken nuggets, pork tenderloin. Fried eggs, ham, grilled corn. Stir-fried squid, steamed crab."

Before it finished speaking, the door opened a small crack.

Jerry poked his head out from inside. He glanced at Tom, narrowed his eyes and said, "It's all Ethan's doing. It has nothing to do with you. Don't think I'll forgive you for it."

Tom raised his eyebrows and lay down slowly.With its head resting on its front paws, it said in a long voice, "Oil-stuffed prawns, roasted chicken legs, carrot juice, and cupcakes."

"Even if I don't come out now, Ethan will leave me something to eat." Jerry kicked Tom's mouth and said in a low voice: "Don't bother me, you don't understand why I'm angry. Now, It's like I'm the only one who thinks we're friends."

Tom didn't care about Jerry's temper. He lowered his eyelids and looked at Jerry with a smile.Playing with his beard, he shouted, "Ethan! What are you doing!"

"Don't you want to eat apple pie! I'm making it, and we can eat it later!" Ethan, who was making something in the kitchen, replied.

Tom wiped the drool from Jerry's mouth, and said with a long oh, "So there's apple pie."

Jerry gave Tom a fierce look, walked out of the room with his head raised high and said, "Since you've begged me so much, I'll force myself to eat this meal. Don't think too much, I'm just looking at Ethan..."

Before it finished speaking, Tom suddenly grabbed it.

"I'm lying to you, Ethan only made stir-fried squid and fried chicken nuggets." Tom grabbed Jerry and ran to the kitchen, put it into the cup, covered the cup and tilted his head and said, "Please, I I'll let you out."

"I'm sorry to disturb your game..." Ethan said hesitantly while holding the mixer, "but that's the cup I prepared for Smith."

"Really?" Tom turned his head and said innocently with wide-eyed eyes: "It seems that poor Smith has no chance to taste the carrot juice you made."