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"Oh, not too long. If you want to ask me how much I know about him, I can only tell you that I only know what I need to know."

"for example?"

"For example, he has a perfect body. He has a bullet wound on his chest. His grandfather gave him very strict survival training so his muscles and strength will not lose to you, Agent Connor. Other than that Besides, is there anything else I need to know?"

"Indeed not." Ian watched as Dr. Bourne weighed the deceased's heart.

"Oh, and one more thing, of all the people I've met, Hayley Russell is the only one who hasn't lied to me. Maybe it's because we haven't seen each other enough."

Dr. Bourne's voice seemed to have deep meaning.

Half an hour later, Haili returned to the medical examiner's office with a cup of fragrant coffee.

He stood at the door of the dissecting room, shaking the paper bag.

"Eating is not allowed in the dissection room. Let's go, I already know the cause of his death." Dr. Byrne put down the scalpel and walked out of the dissection room.

He took the coffee from Haili, sniffed it lightly, and said with a little regret: "It really is the top-quality Blue Mountain. You guys will never wrong yourself to drink coffee that costs less than twenty dollars."

Haili clapped his hands, "Okay, the top-notch Blue Mountain and a handsome uncle like Ian with a superb figure are by your side, can you tell us the cause of his death?"

Dr. Bourne sat down with a smile, leaned back on the sofa, took a sip of coffee, closed his eyes and immersed himself in the mellow aroma.

"The cause of his death is very complicated. Because I don't know whether he died of hypothermia or the death of collapse caused by lack of food and water for a long time."

Ian frowned, "So, there is no so-called 'murder weapon'?"

"If you want to say 'murder weapon', does the freezer count?"

"You mean, he was left alive in a freezer with no food or water until he finally died?"

"That's right. And according to my guess, he won't be frozen for less than a week."

"So the victim's wide-eyed and upturned posture was manipulated by the murderer after death, or was it the state before death?" Ian asked.

"Ah... that's the very interesting part. Corpses stiffen after death, so it's no accident that they stay in the state they were in before death. Especially if you force them before death. This 'Mr. Mummy' with his head up is It was caused before death, not after death." Dr. Bourne covered his coffee with his hands and looked at Ian, "For other details, you can read my report tomorrow to ensure that it is professional and detailed."

Ian nodded, and left with Haili with coffee.

Sitting in the car, Ian didn't rush to start the car, but frowned.

The cloth strips wrapped around the whole body, the head of the deceased raised up, and the eyes wide open, it is like being bound and yearning for freedom.

What was the murderer trying to convey?

He controls his victims, and no one can escape him.

Or did he enjoy the victim's struggle?

Haili leaned towards him slowly, until his lips were about to touch Ian's earlobe, and Ian suddenly stretched out his hand and pressed Haili's head back onto the seat forcefully.

"I've said it many times, Agent Russell, don't get too close to me."

Haili showed a regretful expression, and when his eyelashes drooped, he was a little pitiful.

"Put on your seat belt." Ian said coldly.

"What were you thinking about so preoccupied just now?"

"I wondered, if the murderer stored the victim's body in a freezer, why did he not release him to Cavendish Park until this morning? In broad daylight and not caring about anyone finding out?"

The car started, Haili lazily looked at the scenery outside the car window, "You can ask those psychological profilers, maybe they know why."

"This is just a single case, and no effective rules have been formed. The profile given by the psychological profiler will be very broad."

"This is not a single case." Haili said slowly.

Ian stopped at the intersection and looked at Haili's profile, "What did you just say?"

"This is not a single case." Haili looked at Ian, with a playful smile on his lips, and a dark undercurrent in his eyes, "I have a hunch."

"If your premonition is really accurate, then there are two possibilities. First, your brain development rate is higher than that of ordinary people, giving you the superpower of 'precognition'."

"The second is that you suspect that I have the same thoughts as a serial murderer?" Hailey leaned his head against the back of the chair, raised his chin, and squinted at Ian.

His expression was alluring, but Ian was used to controlling his heartbeat in front of him.

"I'm more inclined to the third explanation."

"What?" Ian asked.

"Experience. It's like when a wife is murdered, the husband is always the first to be suspected. A rich old man with no relatives and no reason died of taking too much medicine. The most likely murderer is his caregiver."

"And what about this murder?"

"Ian, the murderer chose to place the body in Cavendish Park today after keeping the body for so long. It's a public place and the body wasn't dumped in a dump or in a desert swamp. So it wasn't abandoned. It's a show. The key is what is his purpose? To show off? To cause panic? Or for some other reason that we have not yet understood. But whatever his purpose is, if it is not achieved, he is likely to continue Go on until he achieves the effect he wants. If this goal is achieved, the satisfaction is likely to make him addicted, and even upgrade his modus operandi.”

"So the reason why you think this is not a single case is not because of some bullshit premonition, but because of thinking and analysis." Ian glanced at Haili with obvious contempt.

"Okay, about a hunch or something, I just wanted to get your attention. It's lunch time, do you want to have something to eat together?"

"It's enough for me to eat a sandwich."

"Ian! Ian! You almost died! Can't you be kinder to yourself?"

"I'm fine with myself now."

Ian parked the car in front of a small restaurant, and walked out of Haili as if it were air.

Hailey had to open the car door and follow.

Ian did order a prosciutto and egg sandwich, and opened the paper to read today's news.

"The Mummy Killer" sure enough hit the headlines.

Hailey sat across from Ian. When the waiter leaned down to ask him what he needed, Haili smiled and told him, "It's the same as the gentleman opposite."

The waiter lost his mind for a moment.The glass water glass on the tray in her hand almost fell over.

Ian's line of sight was clearly blocked by the newspaper, but he raised a hand to stabilize the other party's tray as if he had a feeling in his heart.

"...Thank you!" The waiter hurriedly put down the water glass, wrote down the menu and left.

There were quite a few people eating in the restaurant, only Haili and Ian were so silent.

Ian turned the newspaper to another page, and Haley leaned back in his chair and watched him.

After 3 minutes, or 5 minutes, Hailey adjusted his sitting posture and raised his right leg.

His legs were already very long, and the table was not big, so his calf just brushed against Ian's trousers, slowly and faintly, as if unintentionally, but easily disturbed the silence.

"You enjoy getting other people's attention, don't you?" Ian finally put down the newspaper.

Haili raised the corners of his lips, leaned forward, and the loose hair behind his ears slipped down, creating a different melody in the air.

"You misunderstood, Uncle Ian. From beginning to end, all I wanted was your attention."

At this time, the waiter came to their table and put down the sandwiches.Before leaving, he did not forget to take a sneak peek at Haili.

Ian originally wanted to answer "I don't think it's hard not to pay attention to you", but if he said it, he could imagine Hailey's proud look.

"Haley, I'm no substitute for a psychiatrist and the medicine they're prescribing for you."

After speaking, Ian picked up the sandwich and took a big bite.

"Uncle Ian, isn't there someone in this world that makes you feel important? If so, you'll understand that wanting someone's attention doesn't mean you need to see a psychiatrist."

Haley lifted the sandwich and took a bite too.

Then, as he chewed, his eyes lit up.

"Oh my god! This sandwich tastes so good! What kind of sauce is it in? I'm going to have Cliff learn it too!"

"So it's not only the food made by high-end restaurants that is delicious."

Haley laughed, so bright it seemed as if daylight had flooded the busy, noisy little restaurant for an instant.

"Ian, do we count as dating?" Hailey's eyes were full of expectation.

This false expectation always made Ian feel impatient.

"Do you want me to spit out what I just ate?" Ian asked coldly.

At this moment, Hailey's phone rang.

"Hey! Idiot! It's you! Did you find anything from the strips of cloth wrapped around the victim?"

The "little idiot" Haili called was Fern Keating. He was a senior forensic expert who graduated from MIT, but he always wore a pair of thick and stupid glasses, and he spoke rigidly, looking very dull That's all.

Ian wouldn't spend his time trying to persuade Hailey to respect others, because there were always people who were willing to be "disrespected" by him.

They chatted for a while, and Haley hung up the phone.

"Ian, guess what 'Little Goof' and his gang found on the bandages that wrapped the victim?"

"It shouldn't be that lucky. It's not fingerprints."