Cinephile hustle

"This should be a temporary residence for people from the town to hunt in autumn. Except for autumn, there are probably very few people here."

Hailey pushed aside the branches and came to the door of the cabin.There is still an isolation zone set up by the police around the cabin, but no one is guarding the scene. Such isolation is useless.

"Ready? I'm going to push the door and go in." Hailey blinked at Ian behind him.

"Do you think I'll be scared?" Ian walked around Hailey and opened the door neatly.

The room was dark, with a few faint rays of light leaking in through the gaps in the wooden boards.

There was a damp smell and the smell of blood in the air.

"This place feels like the warehouse where the 'hunter' kept me in captivity eight years ago." Haili said quietly.

Ian's shoulders paused, "If you can't stand it, you can go outside and wait for me."

"No need. You can turn on the light here." Haili pressed the switch, and the whole cabin suddenly brightened.

Under the dim yellow light, you can see all kinds of hunting tools hanging on the wall, some of which have not been used for a long time and are rusty.

And on the ceiling in front of them, there are ropes hanging down.

Annie is hung upside down here.

Dark red traces can still be seen on the ground, a large area.

On the west side of the room is an old cabinet with a record player on it.

Hailey walked over and pressed the button lightly. The record player was still running, but the sound was broken.

"Close it."

"What? You think it sounds scary too?" Hailey came to Ian's side and deliberately leaned his cheek against Ian, but Ian turned his face away.

"Shall I imagine what Annie felt like before she died?" Haley asked.

"No. Anne's death information is obvious. The murderer didn't dispose of her body and kept her here, and even turned on the record player. This way it is easy to attract the attention of others and find the body. This place is very remote, almost no one Will come, the murderer had enough time to dispose of Annie's body, but he didn't. So he wanted Annie's body to be found in this way. And Annie came here, most likely voluntarily. I have already called and asked Check Annie's call and text message records."

"Maybe letting me enter the world before Annie's death can give you more clues?"

"You are not a clue, but an imagination based on existing factual details."

Ian squatted on the ground and looked up at the knot, "Judging from the height of the knot, the murderer is not short and strong, and it is difficult to use any tool to hang a person upside down in this small wooden house." Get up. His height is at least 1.8 meters. According to Annie's autopsy report, there is no drug residue in her body. So I have to guess that the murderer lured Annie, made her willing to be hung upside down, and then cut her open by surprise throat."

"It makes sense. Is it a little bit similar to Lena's case?" Haili came to a small wooden chair and sat down, propped his chin, his eyes darkened little by little, "and the murderer, just sit In this position. He watched Annie's eyes widen, coughing because she couldn't breathe, and she looked at him in despair. And he enjoyed her despair."

When Ian turned his head, the moment he met Haili's eyes, he had a creepy illusion.

Then, Haili's lips curled up slowly, and he blinked his eyes childishly, "What? Did I scare you? Right? Did I scare you? Did I look like a killer just now?"

"Get up! If the murderer really sat in this chair, it's evidence! You're contaminating the evidence!"

"...Originally, that card has been sent to the police station to be sealed, okay?" Haili stood up aggrievedly, and followed Ian out of the cabin.

When he closed the door of the cabin, his eyes stayed on the pool of dark red blood, and he said as if he was sleepwalking: "Ian, you don't want me to experience Anne's death, are you worried that I will suffer as much as her?"

Ian stood under the steps and replied coolly: "I'm just worried that your mental illness will become more serious."

"I'm not mentally ill." Hailey turned around and answered seriously.

"Every mental patient insists that he is not mentally ill."

"If I had been mentally ill, the FBI wouldn't have hired me."

"Because Muddy Ron is sick too!"

"It sounds like you're the only one in the world that's normal?" Hailey said dissatisfied.

"Yeah, am I not more normal than you?"

"...Ian."

"doing what?"

"When you think the whole world is sick, you may be the one who is sick." Hailey is unpredictable, like a professor of psychiatry.

"... put away your psychotic relativism."

The two drove back to the town, and Ian decided to go back and observe Anne's body carefully.

When Hailey came to Annie's body, Ian deliberately stood in front of him.

"In one day, I don't want to see you die twice."

Haili's smile slowly rose. He looked at Ian's back, stepped back step by step, and raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, "Okay! Alright! Annie is yours! I won't snatch it from you!"

Ian squinted his eyes and carefully observed the cut on Annie's throat.Judging from the cut marks, the opponent should be right-handed.

He looked at Anne's hand, and was attracted by a mark on her finger.

Hailey's head came closer at some point, and he pressed Ian's ear and said, "Ah, she seems to have worn a ring. I just don't know where the ring went. Maybe it fell off during the struggle? Maybe it was Because of breaking up, you threw away the ring that your little boyfriend gave you?"

"Shut up." Ian said coldly, "Just now the forensic officer called me and told me that when they took samples from Annie's mouth, they found the DNA of other men. Annie may have bit the murderer before she died."

"Maybe she kissed her little boyfriend." Haili said casually, "Even if she really bit the murderer, the DNA of this person is not in the system, which means that he has no criminal record. You have to have a suspect before you can Go compare."

"But what if Anne really bites the other party? Usually the place where she gets bitten is the arm. If we meet someone with teeth marks on the arm, it may be the murderer of Annie."

"...Well, there are so many people in this town, how do you plan to roll up their sleeves one by one?"

Ian closed his eyes, sighed, and left the morgue in silence.

Hailey followed, and the two drove back to the hotel.

When they passed by a black Cadillac, the other party stopped the car suddenly.

"Oh, my God! Isn't this Agent Connor and Agent Russell! I was just about to invite you to my house for dinner."

It was Mr. Camporam who was driving.

"Mr Camporam, we cannot..."

Ian was about to refuse when he was interrupted by Mr. Camporam.

"Mr. Detective, this is no ordinary dinner, but a commemorative dinner for my daughter Lucia. Today would be her 20th birthday, if she were alive. In addition to my family, her teachers, who had All of my classmates will be there. This is the last birthday we will have for her...My family and I have decided to let go of this memory after tonight...Rest in peace for this child. For our family and for our son Lawrence …He has been in the pain of losing his sister, and we want him to feel that even after three years, there are still many people like him who have not forgotten Lucia."

Mr. Camporam looked over Ian's shoulder at Haley, with sadness and regret.

Ian sighed inwardly.He did think Haley's face was a real nuisance sometimes.

"Okay, we will go. Although we haven't met Lucia, we heard people around her say that she is a very beautiful child who brings a lot of joy to those around her. We are also willing to go to express our respect for her. her blessing."

"Thank you. See you at dinner."

When Mr. Camporam left, Ian turned his face and stared hard at Hailey.

"Did I hear you right? You agreed? You don't know Mr. Camporam..."

"What's the matter with him? Mr. Camporam is a successful old man, humorous, personable, and popular with young people. What are you worried about, Uncle Ian?"

Hailey approached little by little, and the smile on his lips hooked Ian's heart once and for all.

But Ian remained motionless until he felt Haili's breath on the corner of his lips, and Ian suddenly raised his hand to push him away.

"How many times do I have to say, don't come so close to me!"

"Okay, okay! Let's sort out the clues of these three cases now. I think there is a very important connection with Mr. Camporam. First of all, Lena and Annie are trusted by them and even Killed by the person I admired, although this is from my subjective feeling, it may not be so reliable. The second point is that Lena was strangled to death in the swimming pool. This is what you made based on the marks on Lena Reasonable inference. The third point is that Mr. Camporam is good at swimming. Although he is nearly fifty years old, he is in good physical condition. He has a relatively close relationship with Lena, Anne and Allen. And you can feel it, Mr. Camporam seems to be easily attracted to beautiful young people. He may have a hobby that we can't understand. And this hobby eventually led to the deaths of three young people. Lucia has a lot to Lawrence. Significantly, as a former swimming master, he may also kill Lina to take revenge."

"I admit Mr. Camporam's attitude towards these young people and his enthusiasm for you. Based on our experience of reading countless newspapers and news magazines over the years, I do think there is something wrong with him. But he has been in the town for so many years. If there are any rumors, maybe he really just likes young people and has an appreciative attitude towards you."

"So we have to take this opportunity to check it out. Didn't he say that there were other people at the dinner party besides the Camporam family. This is what we know about the three people in the town. The best opportunity to see the death of this young man and Lucia's drowning."

"Okay...but you have to make sure you don't lose your nerve in front of so many people!"