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"Lawrence!" Mrs. Camporam dragged him out of the room. "What are you talking about? Didn't you see that Agent Russell was sick?"

At this time, only Hailey and Ian were left in the room.

Ian lowered his head and said slowly, "Hailey, if you're just pretending, this is the end of your trouble."

Hailey was still asleep, and there was no trembling between the eyelids.

Ian became worried, did Haley really have a fever?He is in good health, how could he suddenly get sick?

At this moment, Ian's cell phone vibrated. He opened it and saw that it was an investigation report from New York.In the report, the forensic experts recovered all the scars on Lena's body, including the mark on her back.

"Oh...Damn it!" Ian stood up abruptly and rushed out the door.

"Agent Connor, what happened?" Mrs. Camporam asked worriedly.

"There is an emergency in the case and I have to rush to deal with it. My partner..."

"Oh, you can go to the case at ease! We will take good care of Detective Russell!"

"Thank you!" Ian turned and left Camporam's house, and drove on the road. He called the police station in the city.

They came to the hotel where a certain medical exchange meeting was held, and followed the hotel waiter to the door of a certain room.

"Doctor Doug! Sorry to disturb you so late! There is an emergency in the hotel, please open the door!"

Dr. Doug opened the door sleepily, "My God...what the hell happened..."

Before his question was answered, the police officers swarmed up and caught Dr. Doug.

"What are you doing! You can't treat me like this casually! What the hell is going on!"

Doctor Doug resisted excitedly, until the sheriff found a ring from his bedside table, sealed it in an evidence bag, and handed it to Ian.

"Agent Connor, do you see what you're looking for?"

Ian took out his phone, compared the photos on the phone with the pattern on the ring, and nodded, "This is indeed it."

Doctor Doug suddenly became quiet. He stared at the things in Ian's hands from a distance, with a different brilliance in his eyes.

He was escorted to the interrogation room of the police station.

Ian sat opposite Dr. Doug. Under the pale light, Dr. Doug's eyes looked numb and cold.

"Doctor Doug, can you explain why the imprint of this ring appears on Lena's back?"

"Am I going to be caught here just because the indentation on her back matches my ring?"

Ian didn't want to talk nonsense with him, "Then Doctor Doug, do you know how Lena died?"

"Drowning. She has moisture in her airways and lungs, which matches the quality of the water in the swimming pool. Does Agent Connor have any questions?"

Ian raised his chin, and a police officer came to him, "Then let me explain to Dr. Doug how Lena drowned. The murderer knew Lena, and Lena would never have drowned." People who doubt. When Lena was lying quietly on the water enjoying the leisure time, the murderer swam to her side and clasped her hands behind her back. In order to maintain balance, the murderer had to hold Lena firmly with the back of his hand. If If the murderer happened to be wearing a ring, the impression of the ring would be left on Lena's back."

"So Agent Connor means that the marks on my ring are similar to those on Lena's back?"

"I don't think it's similar, but consistent. This ring of yours was custom-made in 1982 by London-based jewelry family Aubrun. The owner of the ring was originally Hill Camporam, that is, Mr. Camporam Lawrence's father, Lawrence's grandfather. He gave it to you when you were born, from the generosity of Hill Camporam. So this ring is unique, and so is its indentation. If I put this ring Send it to the forensics department, guess how much the pattern of the ring matches the mark on Lena's back?"

"Ha...haha..." Doctor Doug laughed, "I chose to be in the water... I thought that this method would not leave any traces, but I didn't expect it to be because this ring gave me away... "

"So you're admitting to murdering Lena? Why, Dr. Doug?"

"Because that little bitch is going to sell my secret to a reporter, and they're going to print it in thousands of copies! And she's selling my secret, just to get money to pay her brother who can't swim anymore Debt to the gang! What a ridiculous reason! I have treated her for every wound and every illness since she was a child! How could she treat me like this!"

"What's your secret?" Ian looked at the doctor indifferently.

"Since it's a secret... why should I tell it?" Dr. Doug leaned back in his chair lightly, with an indifferent expression on his face.

"And what about the murders of Ellen and Annie? Did they also have something to do with you? Or did they find out about your 'little secret' too, so you killed them?"

"It doesn't matter on my head. I don't care." Doctor Doug closed his eyes, with a faint smile on his lips.

He seemed to be enjoying something.From this moment on, he remained silent.

Ian walked out of the interrogation room, he pressed his head, and the sheriff responsible for arresting Doctor Doug came to Ian's side.

"Hey Agent Connor, what did the guy say?"

"He confessed to murdering Lena."

"Oh? He admitted without even a lawyer present? This guy really gave up on himself."

"He said he killed Lena because of a secret... but he refused to say what the secret was." Ian sighed, always feeling that Doctor Doug's reaction was completely unexpected.If he could think of such a way to kill Lina, he would definitely be able to think of a reasonable excuse to justify it, but he completely gave up on it.

"Oh, I think my people have found out what Dr. Doug's 'little secret' is."

The sheriff brought Ian to the computer, and they checked Dr. Doug's online chat records in the hotel room and found that he was communicating with people to prescribe false prescriptions.

"I bet if you check his computer, there must be many similar chat records. Your victim, Lena, may have discovered these, so she was murdered by Dr. Doug under the guise of accidental drowning."

Ian sighed, "That might explain Lena's case, but I have two other murders..."

Are these three cases really independent?

Because Dr. Doug is now a murder suspect, all the autopsies and reports he has gone through must be redone.

"Oh... Our Doctor Doug is not only a poor man who prescribes false prescriptions to some people to obtain special medicines, but he is also a poor man in reality." The sheriff's voice brought Ian back to his senses.

"What do you mean?"

"He has a brain tumor."

Ian took a look at the report and was even more sure that the case of Allen and Anne should have nothing to do with Dr. Doug.

Because of the day that Allen and Annie were killed, Dr. Doug came to the city for a brain examination.He has no time to commit crimes.

So who was the one who killed Anne and Allen?

In any case, Ian does not believe that these three cases are really unrelated.By such a coincidence, all three children were witnesses to Lucia's drowning three years ago?From Hailey's pretending, well, Ian is an atheist, he was [-]% convinced that Hailey was pretending to be possessed by Lucia, and seeing Lawrence's reaction at that time, he must also feel that Lucia's drowning was not innocent.

It was already three o'clock in the morning, and Ian leaned against the back of his chair, not knowing what happened to Hailey.

"Agent Connor! Here is the inspection report for the cabin rope!"

Ian opened the report and only glanced at it, then rushed out immediately, "Fucking is this going to end!"

The maid of the Camporam family walked into the guest room and was about to take Haili's temperature, but found that the person on the bed was gone.

"Ma'am! Ma'am! Agent Russell is gone!"

"what?"

The Camporams got up quickly, came to the room, touched the bedding, and felt slightly warm.

"Could it be that Detective Russell has woken up?"

Mrs. Camporam came to the window and suddenly pointed to the courtyard and shouted, "Look! Isn't that Detective Russell?"

At this moment, Haili was walking barefoot and wearing a white shirt in the deep darkness, like a ghost.

"He... he is not sleepwalking, is he?"

"Go out and have a look!"

The Camporams hurried to the courtyard.They dared not speak out, for fear of frightening Haley.

"We... what should we do?"

"What can we do now?" Mr. Camporam slowly walked in front of Haili, and he found that Haili's eyes were open.

It's just that his eyes are unfocused and he seems to have no self-awareness.

Mr. Camporam swallowed and tried to lower his voice: "Agent Russell...can you hear me? Can you wake up?"

At that moment, a coquettish smile appeared on Haili's lips.

The psychedelic moonlight interweaves with the shadows of the night, intoxicating and blurred.

As if being pulled, Mr. Camporam covered Hailey's side face with his palm.His skin is cool and delicate, like white porcelain, which is hard to put down.

At this time, Mrs. Camporam stepped forward and waved her husband's hand away.

"For God's sake, can you hold back a little bit? He's not a teenager you fooled easily, he's a federal agent!"

Mr. Camporam suddenly came to his senses and took two steps back.

An ethereal and distant voice sounded, causing the couple to turn their heads together.

"Let us be free... we don't want to be stuck there anymore... don't want to be entangled in the rhizomes of roses, our bones are stretched tight, and all kinds of worms are crawling between our bones... oh ...the flower that came out of my eye...the flower that broke my leg bone...please...let us out...let us out..."