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Ian frowned, and came behind the young man with a sandwich and milk.

The cashier looked at Ian in horror.

Ian calmly put everything on the settlement table.

Hearing the voice, the young man turned his face suddenly. Before he could see Ian's face clearly, Ian's hand clasped his wrist, and with a force, the gun in his hand fell down. His arms went around behind him, pressing him down on the table.

"Check out." Ian said lightly.

"Ah... oh..." The cashier was dumbfounded.

Everything just now seemed to him like an illusion, and Ian's movements to subdue the opponent were neat and confident.

"A total of...a total of six dollars..."

Ian pressed the young man with one hand, and took out the money from his pocket, "And the things he bought, how much is the total amount. That Snickers bar is not included."

"Huh?" The cashier looked at Ian, and said if he didn't know.

"The Snickers bar in his pocket is not from here."

"You... how do you know?"

"I saw it. Or you can check the surveillance at your door." Ian's voice remained calm.

"No... no need, I'll pay the bill now!"

"Wait, you forgot one more thing."

"whats the matter?"

"Say 'sorry' to this guy."

"What?" The cashier had a "did I hear wrong" expression on his face.

"Didn't you just imply that he stole the Snickers bar here? Isn't that supposed to say 'sorry'?" Ian opened his suit so the cashier could just see the badge pinned to his waist.

The cashier swallowed and said reluctantly, "I'm sorry."

Ian walked out carrying his things, and the young man followed behind him.

His expression was apprehensive, and he looked at Ian's back defensively, but his footsteps never stopped, as if being drawn by something, he followed behind Ian.

As they passed the corner, Ian turned and handed one of the plastic bags to the other, "This is yours."

The young man took the bag, but still looked at Ian.

His eyes are very bright, like the thin lake water in the forest, with the looming mist spreading.

He was obviously a boy, but his facial features were slender than those of his peers.

At that moment, Ian suddenly thought of Haili eight years ago.

"You've been following me to get this back?" Ian took the gun out of his jacket pocket.

The young man nodded timidly.

"You can't talk?" Ian asked.

The young man pursed his lips and nodded again after two seconds of silence.

"Next time, if someone can't understand sign language, you can type what you want to say on your mobile phone and show it to the other party. Don't rush to get angry. Do you have a mobile phone?"

The opponent nodded.

"What's your name?"

The young man took out his mobile phone and pressed his name "Lancer".

"Lancer? You have a good name." Ian threw the pistol to him, "Don't take out the fake gun easily. Sometimes it may not be able to scare people, and it will cause more trouble. Understand ?"

Lancer nodded.

Ian got into the car and went back to his apartment.

Lancer stood behind the car and watched Ian leave stupidly.

There was a large bouquet of white roses in front of Ian's apartment, which looked holy and cold in the cold corridor.

Inside the white rose was an envelope with the thorny wax seal of House Russell on the seal.

Ian opened the door without hesitation and entered the room.

After a simple shower, Ian came to the bed and received a text message on his mobile phone: Remember to read the letter I wrote to you, I am serious.

Ian sighed in annoyance, took out some kind of device from the safe, and walked around the apartment without finding any wiretapping or camera equipment.Looking at the window again, the curtains are also well drawn.

He rubbed his head vigorously, opened the door, and took back the letter on the white rose, which was still on the bedside table.

Just as he was about to close his eyes and go to sleep, he received another text message on his phone: Dry your hair before going to sleep, don't leave the letter I wrote to you still by the bedside.

Ian's temples throbbed.

He got up abruptly and searched his apartment again.

Still no surveillance equipment found.

Ian took a deep breath, unhurriedly tore open the envelope, and took out the letterhead inside.

The faint scent of white roses is refreshing on such a night.

Haley's handwriting still exudes a certain classic elegance.

Please keep looking at me.

In an instant, Ian remembered the scene of Hailey being shot by a shotgun eight years ago.He fell to the ground without any fear in his eyes.Instead, Ian pressed his chest like crazy.

He looked at Ian with inexplicable yearning in his eyes, as if Ian's eyes were an unreachable paradise.

Putting the letter back into the envelope, Ian threw it into the bedside table again, turned off the phone, and closed his eyes.

When the alarm rang, he got up and washed in an orderly manner, put on his shirt and tie, and changed into a new suit that fit better.

The phone rang, and it was a call from Hailey.

To be honest, Ian really didn't want to talk to him.Of course, he did the same.

There was still plenty of time. Ian baked bread for himself, fried ham, and got into the car after breakfast. He looked at his phone: [-] missed calls.

Plus a text message: There is a case, see you at Cavendish Park.

Ian didn't even move his brows, put down his phone lightly, and drove to Cavendish Park.

This area is a good place for nearby residents to walk and do morning exercises.There are trees, grass, and sunshine, a paradise in the steel city.

Ian stopped the car and walked on the tree-lined road. The air was filled with the fragrance of green grass, and the sunlight was patchy, forming bright but not dazzling bright spots on the ground.

In front of the boulevard, a man in a black suit put his hands in his pockets, looking leisurely and elegantly in the direction Ian was coming from.

Her golden-brown hair rose slightly in the morning breeze, refracting the sunlight into strands.

The slight smile on his lips, like a summer cicada, crazily clamored some kind of impulse in Ian's eyes.

And the depression at the corners of his lips, like snowflakes in the cold night, passed his sight silently.

"You didn't answer my call." Haili said aggrievedly.

"What did you pretend to be in my house?" Ian's face was almost expressionless.

Hailey lowered his head and laughed: "I didn't pretend anything, and I don't need to pretend."

Ian wanted to ask him why he knew he left both his flowers and the letter outside the door, and how he knew that he threw the letter on the bedside table without intending to read it.But if asked, Ian knew that Haili would pretend to be pitiful, and in turn blamed him for not having the most basic trust in his partner.

Hailey's footsteps were not far behind him.

"Hey, it seems that the text message I sent really predicted your behavior? You left the flowers I gave you outside the door, and you didn't read the letter I wrote to you."

"Why should I accept your flowers? Why should I read your letter to me?" Ian turned his head and asked coldly.

"Because one day you will regret because you didn't read the letter I wrote you seriously." Haili still had a slight smile on his lips, making it hard to guess whether he was serious or joking.

"I won't regret it."

"Uncle Ian, most of the time, the deepest words cannot be said in front of the other party. But what is written on paper is the most appropriate after many times of deliberation."

Ian didn't look back at the other party, "You said there is a case, what kind of case is it?"

Anyway, no matter what Hailey said, Ian had already decided to move.

"It's right in front, you can see for yourself."

They came to the lawn of the park.

It was a wooden bench, and a person was sitting quietly on the chair.

He raised his head, opened his eyes wide, opened his lips, and his whole body was tightly wrapped by white cloth strips.

The yellow isolation belt has been drawn around the bench, and the forensic personnel are taking pictures and collecting evidence.

Ian narrowed his eyes, and Hailey came to him, shrugged his shoulders and said, "At first glance, it's hard to believe that this person is really dead, right?"

"Who found the body?"

"The jogger over there who was being questioned by the police. He said that when he first saw the body, he wasn't sure if it was still alive. So he went to the chair, reached out and touched the body, only to realize that the body was ice. "

"Are there other similar murders? If not, the NYPD should be responsible for this case. Why should it be handed over to the FBI?"

"Probably because the media reporters rushed to the scene faster than the police, and they gave this case a very funny name." Haili touched his nose, smiling a bit childishly.

"what name?"

"'Mummy Killer'." Haley looked at Ian. "It's funny, right? The mayor was worried that the nickname given by the media would cause panic among the citizens, so he called the police in person, hoping to transfer the case to the FBI and resolve it as soon as possible."

"that's it?"

"The mayor and Maddy Rowan were college classmates." Haley shrugged.

Ian looks over to the forensics team, who are bumping the body into a body bag.

"Please wait a moment." Ian walked up to them and opened the zipper of the delivery bag.

The face of the dead man was revealed.

There was no sign of bloodshot eyes, no marks on his neck, and he was not strangled.So was the white cloth strip wrapped around his body before his death, or after his death?

Ian zipped it up and turned to look at Haley.This guy was happily chatting with a female reporter with big golden waves. After nearly 10 minutes, Haili kissed the female reporter's cheek before coming to Ian's side.

"Dear Uncle Ian, what do you think?"

Hailey didn't know when he stretched his face in front of Ian.His breath was like some kind of wine glass eager to flow, and Ian turned his face away.

"I'm glad you're not getting crazy here."

"He's still tangled up in the strips, and I can't see anything. So I can't really...fantasize." Haley shrugged.

"Is he a missing person?"

Hailey shook his head, "No."

"Has there been a similar case before?"

"Are you referring to the mummification of the victims and put them on display in the park? I asked other colleagues to check, and these features are very obvious, but there are none for now."

"Come on, go to the medical examiner. At least find out how this 'mummy' died."

Ian opened the car door, and Haili also sat in the co-pilot's seat.

"Don't you have your own car?"

"Cliff sent me here. But he drove the car away." Haley looked at Ian innocently.

"Put your seatbelt on."

The car drove into the busy city, because it was the rush hour for commuting, and the traffic was congested.

When they stopped at the crossroads, while others were honking their horns anxiously, Ian looked ahead calmly.

Hailey's head leaned over, and Ian stretched out his arms, pressed his forehead, and pushed him away, "How many times have I told you? Don't come near me."

Hailey smiled indifferently, "You ate toast and fried bacon this morning. And milk."

"none of your business."

"Why is it none of my business? You are my whole world."

"If you say something like that again, I'll kick you down."

Hailey leaned against the back of the chair and said proudly, "Oh——Uncle Ian is shy!"

"To shut up."

Nearly an hour later, they made their way through the congested city center to the medical examiner's office.

The coroner's name was Warren Byrne.If Ian remembers correctly, Bourne is a well-known forensic doctor in New York.For the determination of the cause of death and the murder weapon, Dr. Bourne is a leader in forensic medicine.

As soon as he opened Dr. Byrne's office, the icy air hit his face.There is a faint indescribable cold fragrance in the breath of formalin.Beethoven's "Moonlight" echoed in the slightly empty space.

After experiencing the previous case in W town, what Ian hopes most is a professional forensic doctor who has nothing to do with the case.

At this time, Dr. Byrne was in the dissecting room.He was wearing a mask and couldn't see his face clearly.The only thing that stands out is his high and clean forehead and elegant nasal bone.

His eyes were focused, and his eyes were as cold as if he was not alone on the dissecting table.

But Ian appreciates this, which shows that Dr. Byrne is professional and objective.

"Hey, I haven't seen you for a long time, Dr. Bourne." Haili smiled and came across from Dr. Bourne.

"Long time no see, Detective Russell." Dr. Byrne sewed up the corpse neatly, took off his gloves and mask, and looked at Haili with a smile, "Is there a corpse sent to me for your case?"

"Yes, AC994."

Dr. Bourne walked towards Haley step by step, and raised his chin with his finger, "Before AC994, I still had a lot of corpses. If you want to raise your priority, don't you think you need to pay a little price?"

"For example?" Haley didn't avoid Dr. Byrne, but looked at him with interest.

"Like a kiss."

Dr. Bourne's voice has a metallic texture, and there is a special paranoid in the coldness, which is inexplicably sweet.

Hailey's eyes fell on Ian, and he replied very seriously: "That's not okay, my partner is here. He will be jealous. I'm afraid he will blow your head off."

Ian said indifferently: "If Detective Russell's kiss can allow Dr. Byrne to conduct an autopsy on our case as soon as possible, I'd be happy."

"Haha. You suit me very well." Dr. Bourne turned his head, and Ian finally saw his appearance clearly.

"I take your words as compliments."

"Of course." Dr. Byrne folded his arms and walked around Ian slowly.There was a hint of a smile in his eyes, and his eyes traced the outline of Ian's body.

"Your figure can be said to have a golden ratio. Although you are wearing a suit now, I can see that your muscles are very strong and there is very little excess fat. Such a figure is not obtained by exercise with fitness equipment or treadmills." Bo A certain ambiguous breath wandered in Dr. En's eyes.

His eyes are slightly upturned, and when he smiles, there's a certain evocative demeanor that extends out.

"So?" Ian looked at him.

"So I can't help but imagine how my scalpel will cut your muscles and my hands will hold your heart?"

"Okay, Doctor Bourne." Ian pulled a chair and sat down, looking up, "I will state in my will that if one day I die, the body will be sent to you as soon as possible Come on. Excuse me, can you give priority to AC994?"

"Ah! Remember your promise!" Dr. Byrne smiled.

He turned around, rolled out AC994, and his intern lifted the body onto the dissecting table for him.

Ian stood aside, watching the entire dissection.Haley, on the other hand, lacked interest.

"Hey, dear Uncle Ian, I'm going out to get a coffee and a hot dog. Are you interested?"

"Coffee, thanks," Ian said.

"Coffee and hot dogs," said Dr. Byrne.

Hailey chuckled and left.

Dr. Byrne held the scalpel in an elegant posture, and the angle and force of each cut were quite precise.

"If you are not a forensic doctor but a surgeon, the god of surgery in New York is not Dr. Brooke." Ian lowered his eyes, watching Dr. Bourne cut the victim's stomach.

"But I'm more interested in dead bodies. As I told you, I enjoy the pleasure of cutting all I want with the scalpel, and I prefer the dead to the living. Dead people—can't lie. Surgeon There are too many restrictions, the most important thing is that they have to keep the patient alive. It is too painful."

"Indeed it is."

"Oh? You agree with me?" Dr. Byrne raised his head with interest.

"'A dead man can't lie'. I'm for that."

Doctor Byrne laughed.

"So, how long have you known Hayley Russell?" Ian asked.