Cinephile hustle

W Town is a small town with a history of more than 160 years.Although it has a long history, it does not mean that it is isolated and independent. It is a very modern and wealthy town.There are quite a few legends like Bloody Mary in the town.But overall, it has been peaceful and peaceful.

In the past few decades, young people have been missing in the small town, and the police have searched repeatedly, but to no avail, adding a bit of mystery to the small town.

Until a month ago, three young people between the ages of 19 and [-] were killed in the town of W. The causes of death were all different. The police had no clue and had to send a request to the FBI.

The No.1 student is named Lena, female gender, age, a student at George Washington University, and a member of the university swimming team. She returned home during the summer vacation and worked part-time as a lifeguard at the W Town Swimming Pool.

One morning, he was found drowned in the swimming pool of W town.There is no wound on the body, water is found in the respiratory tract, and the lungs are edema, which is consistent with the symptoms of drowning.But she was a seed player on the university swimming team, and no one believed that she would drown.There was no drug reaction in her body, excluding the possibility of being artificially unconscious and thrown into the swimming pool.The only thing worthy of attention is that if the general drowning person has experienced struggle, his limbs will maintain the final state of stiffness.Lena's arms were folded backwards. This struggling mode was really strange. The coroner could not give a clear answer. The local police tended to explain it as muscle spasms.

No.2 student Allen, male, aged 19, was found dead in the men's shower room of the swimming pool, stabbed twelve times in his body, and died of excessive blood loss.After the death, the body was soaked in hot water in the shower until it was discovered the next day. Although it was determined that the murder weapon was a [-]cm dagger, the police did not extract any useful fingerprints.Because the hot water affects the liver temperature of the body, the time of death can be inferred from [-]:[-] pm to [-]:[-] pm.

Lena and Allen died less than a week apart.The swimming pool is preparing to install monitoring in the swimming pool because of Lena, but Alan died the day before the operation.The coincidence is subtle.

No.3 student Annie, female, age.

Ian sighed and pressed his temple: "It's a good thing it's not a swimming pool..."

Anne's body was found in a cabin in the woods surrounding the town.She was hung upside down in a wooden house, her throat was slit, and she bled to death.When her body was found, blood had already soaked the oak floor.The most creepy thing is that there are vinyl records playing in the log cabin.The record player didn't know how long it had been spinning, and it seemed to be dry, making a creaking sound.

From the information, these three young people are in the same elementary school and middle school, but W town originally only had one elementary school and one middle school, and the death of these three people has nothing to do with each other. From the current point of view, it should be three independent case.How could Muddy Ron think of throwing three cases into the hands of a "rookie" who had just entered the Bureau of Investigation?

Ian closed the folder, leaned back in his chair, and let his mind go.

His phone rang, and he looked up to see a text from Maddy: Don't forget to meet your partner.

Ian took a breath, maybe he should have put it down a long time ago, maybe that boy was not as scary as he imagined, maybe when he saw him, the nightmare that lingered in his heart for these years could finally leave?

Hayley Russell is now the only heir to the family.He should live in the main house of the Russell family.

It is located in a quiet part of the suburbs of New York City.

With a history of hundreds of years, this old house exudes a dark and forbidding temperament.The ivy was spreading unscrupulously on the stone-built walls, and under the dark shadows, it seemed to be some kind of power extending from the ground.The gloomy bronze sculpture on the roof reflects the cold moonlight.Gothic window mullions are elegant and oppressive.

Although its appearance is old, its interior is more modern than Ian imagined.

He got out of the car and rang the doorbell. It was a videophone, and Ian saw an old man in a black suit and tie.

"Hello, this is Russell's house." Although the words were polite, they seemed very alienated.

"Ah... hello, I'm Ian Connor, an agent from the FBI. It's also Hayley Russell's new colleague."

The other party was obviously stunned, "Please come in, Mr. Connor! I was rude!"

The gate carved with thorns slowly opened to both sides, and the moonlight shone on a stone-paved path. On both sides of the path were street lamps in the style of the industrial age.Ian drove to the door, and the old man in a suit on the videophone was waiting at the door.

He should be the butler of the Russell family.

The waiter came out, took Ian's car keys, and drove his car to the garage behind the old house.

The old man walked in with Ian.

This old house is several times bigger than he imagined.The spacious and bright living room, the old and elegant chandeliers, very tasteful decoration and furniture, announce the long history and wealth of this family.

Ian walked up the spiral staircase, and there was a slight sound of wood under his feet. There were various classical paintings hanging on the wall on the left. Although he couldn't name them, they were very familiar. If they were genuine, each one would be valuable. Liancheng.

When he came to a heavy oak door, the old man pushed the door open and said softly, "Sir, Agent Ian Connor is here."

The sound echoed in the void.Ian took a step forward, only to realize that there was a huge library on the other side of the door.

The walls have been chiseled into floor-to-ceiling bookshelves. Looking around, this place is simply a fortress made of books, densely packed, as if to crush the world.

A man standing at the top of the stairs turned around slowly.

Ian looked up, at that moment, the dusty tide rushed towards his face, passing through his hair and cheeks, leaving a melodious whisper.

"Ian." He whispered his name softly.

It's no longer the childish voice with a bit of cowardice and hesitation eight years ago, or he has never been really cowardly.

The whole space turned into a wine glass, and his mellow voice swirled, and all his thoughts fell.

Is he Hayley Russell?

The short golden-brown hair is neat and reveals a bit of aristocratic elegance. His eyelids are raised slightly like white water lilies quietly waking up on the river, and that smile...is like the Big Dipper falling into a silver cup in the night sky, breaking the slightly rippling water. moonlight.

He really is Hayley Russell, ethereal and alluring.

Seeing him again, Ian still couldn't look back.

He walked down from a high place, and every crisp sound was like fragments of flimsy wings falling down.

"You're back."

The boy who only reached his shoulder eight years ago has grown up now.His palm touched Ian's cheek, and the slightly sideways face formed an intoxicating line under the light and shadow, extending and wandering into Ian's eyes.

Suddenly waking up, Ian took half a step back.

"Thank you for asking Dr. Brooke to operate on me, otherwise I would die."

"It's okay, if you really die, I will fulfill my promise."

Hailey's gaze swept over Ian's face inch by inch, as if wiping the most cherished fragile object of memory.

Ian turned his face away to avoid the other party's gaze, and said coldly: "Your promise is terrible, it's better not to keep it."

"Do you not want me to achieve it, or do you think I am incapable of achieving it?"

Ian changed the topic, "I heard that the Russell family is very rich, and your grandfather passed away two years ago. Now you have everything and can live the life you want. Why did you join the FBI? Because Are you bored?"

"Because talking to the devil is the only way I can keep in touch with you."

Haili's body leaned forward, although there was no sense of pressure, an inexplicable and dangerous breath spread, and Ian took half a step back.

Then, Haley smiled.Eyebrows trembled, very happy.

"I really miss you! Do you think I should hold you tight now? Say some sweet words about reunion after a long absence? Or just put you down and do all the things I want to do?"

"You can try it." Ian turned his face sideways, with a sneer on his lips.He clenched his fist slightly, and the lines of his whole body tensed up.After so many years of life and death experience, no one can easily "put him down".

Haley shook his hand.

"Relax! Ian, relax! You are so important to me, I won't let you do anything you don't want to do. Maddy Ron sent you to be my partner? I knew he wouldn't No matter how well I behave." Haley snapped his fingers at the old man who was still waiting at the door, "Hey, Cliff, bring two bottles of beer."

"Are you sure you don't want wine or champagne, but beer?" Cliff asked in a calm voice.

"Well, even if you give Ian red wine or champagne, he doesn't know how to judge. Beer is the best. We will reunite after a long time, of course we have to celebrate."

"I'm not here to celebrate, but to discuss the case with you." Ian frowned.

Meeting Hailey again may not be something worth celebrating.

Hayley Russell was like an abyss, silently eating away at his space.

"Ian..." Haili's eyes suddenly darkened, and he walked towards Ian step by step. The original relaxed atmosphere disappeared and was replaced by an overwhelming sense of oppression.

Ian is born with a keen sense of danger, which is one of the reasons why he can survive on the cruel battlefield until now.He subconsciously kept backing away, ready to raise his knees and break the opponent's neck at any moment.

But Hailey approached step by step.

Just like the angel statues in the church, the traces of holiness are peeled off one by one, revealing the original appearance.