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When Ian turned around, he found that Haili was standing in front of the chair where Van Chart was stabbed to death, with his hands in his pockets, his figure was still casual and indifferent, but his eyes were the slack and dull eyes that Ian least wanted to see.

"No way..." Ian felt a severe pain in his temple.

The cause of Van Chart's death was already clear, and Ian didn't think there was anything else that Haley needed to "imagine" to his heart's content.

What is the reason for this guy to enter his fantasy again!

Dr. Bourne on the side clicked his lips, "Oh... it's started again!"

Ian had no time to pay attention to which level Hailey had entered now, whether the murderer had already started the murder in his hallucination, Ian reached into his pocket, patted his suit pants, and lifted Hailey's trousers , checking his socks.

Doctor Bourne watched all this curiously.

"Hey, Ian, if Hayley knew you were so active and eager to 'touch' him, I think he'd pass out of joy."

"He's dying now!"

Ian coldly lifted Haili's collar, but he still didn't find what he was looking for.

At this time, Haili's face gradually paled, he sucked violently, covered his body with force, and fell backwards.

Ian reached out and grabbed him, and slowly fell down holding the back of his head.

"Oh... it's starting... I bet what's going on in his head is the assassin's assassination of Van Chart! Let's see, the murderer stabbed Van Chart sixteen times!"

Ian wanted to sew Dr. Byrne's mouth shut, but Haley left him at his wits end.

He could clearly count how many times he had been stabbed in his hallucination from Hailey's extremely painful but patient expression for some reason.

"Hailey! Listen..." Ian brushed his fingers away from the sweaty hair on his forehead because of the unimaginable pain, and looked into his eyes forcefully, "You don't need to experience the last knife! It makes no sense, you already know what's going on!"

"You should let him experience something more painful than being stabbed sixteen times. When a feeling overrides his fantasy, he will wake up." Dr. Byrne squatted beside Hailey, admiring the pain very intently. His pain, "But don't you think his painful appearance is charming? Or just let him die like this, and I can dissect him."

If, as Dr. Byrne said, more painful stimulation was required, then pricking his fingers with pins or kicking him would not help at all!

At this moment, Haili opened his mouth slightly, as if he had exhausted his last breath.His eyes stared blankly upward, gradually losing focus.

That expression was exactly the same as that of Van Chart.

Ian covered Haley's chest, which was like the last boil of a dead volcano.

"Hey! Bastard! Don't try my patience again! You should know very well that you can't depend on others forever! You have to wake up yourself!"

At this moment, Dr. Byrne took a scalpel from his suitcase.

"What do you want?" Ian glared.

"Help you. We can stab sixteen knives in his arm. I bet he will wake up when No. 17 is stabbed." Dr. Byrne said with a very positive expression.

He raised his wrist, and the blade shone coldly.

Ian looked into Dr. Bourne's eyes, and he was sure that this lunatic was serious!

When Dr. Bourne's hand was stabbed down, Ian suddenly grabbed his wrist.

"If you dare to do that, I will wring off both of your hands so that you will never be able to hold a scalpel again."

Ian's voice was steady and cold, oppressing his nerves.

Dr. Bourne was stunned, and then a smile appeared on his lips, "Your expression doesn't look like you want to wring my hand off, but you want to kill me. I'm helping you, Ian. Can you think of anything more than that?" Is this a more painful way for Hailey?"

"I want you to inject him with adrenal glands." Ian's voice was as cold as a cold front.

"Are you kidding me? Ian, I'm a forensic doctor. I don't save people, so I don't need to carry adrenal glands with me." Bourne's long and narrow eyes showed a chilling smile.

"No, you have." Ian's fingers became more and more forceful, and Dr. Bourne's wrist made a rattling sound.

"...Ian, you hurt me."

"Adrenaline." Ian pulled out the gun from his waist, opened the safety catch with one hand, and pointed at Dr. Bourne, "I won't repeat it a second time."

"You wouldn't shoot. I committed no crime. You are a man of principle. You value order and morality."

Ian let go of Dr. Bourne's hand and gave him a push.

Seeing the tense atmosphere, the other on-site personnel were stunned.Just as they were about to step forward, they were stopped by Finn Keating.

"That's good. Damn Dr. Byrne just needs repairs." Finn said lightly.

"You idiot! I know you're still thinking about the last time I said I was going to dissect you!"

There was only a "bang--" sound, and sparks burst at Dr. Bourne's feet.

Dr. Bourne was stunned, and the others were also dumbfounded.

"Oh, sorry, it went off." Ian explained in a loud voice.

"Yeah, it went off. It's easy to go off with that type of gun."

Finn Keating was on the sidelines, and the other forensic personnel at the scene looked familiar.

Dr. Bourne had to raise his hands, went to his box, took out the syringe, and injected Hailey with adrenal gland.

Only then did Ian put the gun back into the holster. He lightly pressed Haili's forehead and stared intently at Haili.

Until a certain moment, Haili took a deep breath, and his out-of-focus eyes suddenly closed.

He turned sideways, put one hand around Ian's waist, curled up his body, and breathed vigorously.

Ian didn't speak, just looked at his side face coldly.

"What did you see?"

It wasn't until his breath calmed down that Haili said calmly, "Van Chart was stabbed sixteen times by the murderer."

"We all know that. What about the rest?"

Hailey pulled the corners of his lips lazily, leaned on Ian's lap, and pulled Ian's tie with his hand, "If I tell you everything, it will develop your inertia. Maybe you won't Thinking about it again, it’s not a good thing.”

Ian pushed Haley away, got up and left.

Haili looked at Dr. Bourne with a depressed face and said, "You injected me with adrenal glands? Why did you do that! Maybe he will kiss me!"

"Ian forced me to do this with a gun. He even shot!" Dr. Byrne pointed exaggeratedly at the bullet hole at his foot. "I'm going to sue him for attempted murder!"

"It's obvious that the gun went off." Finn added, "And you want to use a scalpel to kill Agent Sixteen... no, it's seventeen."

"Remember, Fern Keating! One day you will fall into my hands!"

"Hope you outlive me."

But Haili remained silent, looking thoughtfully at Ian's leaving back.

Two seconds later, he suddenly got up and chased after him.

"Hey! Shouldn't you go to the hospital for an examination?" Dr. Byrne raised his voice.

Hailey acted as if he hadn't heard, and put his arms around Ian's shoulders, "Come on, it's time for Dr. Manning to speak. I don't believe that when he heard the news of Van Chater's death, he would be able to calm down." Hold on."

Ian just patted Haili's hand off with a cold face.

The two were sitting in the car, and Haili was still looking at Ian's profile with his head propped up.

"Ian, I heard you pointed a gun at Dr. Byrne to force him to give me an adrenal injection?"

Ian didn't answer him.He didn't want Haley to get any better.He thought Haili would continue to ask, but he didn't expect Haili to ask another question.

"Then why don't you point a gun at me and force me to tell you what clues I saw in the hallucination?"

"I don't need to. You will tell me when you think you should. And one thing you said is right, I can't rely on your ability forever. I need to have my own thinking. If one day you are really wrong, At least I won't go further down the wrong path."

Haili looked at Ian's side face, and slowly, the smile on his lips became more and more obvious.

"Yeah... You're God's sent to correct me. Hey, do you think it's the same guy who killed Van Chart and the three previous murders?"

"In terms of the motive and method of killing, they are not the same person."

"Oh, why?" Haili propped his chin, but there was a kind of joyful appreciation in his eyes.

"The first three murders focused on showing the way the body was presented after the murder. Every victim did not shed a drop of blood. Unlike Van Charter, it can be said that blood flowed like a river. This does not conform to the murderer's usual killing methods. Of course, the absence of Dr. Manning, who devised the details of the murders, may have caused the murder 'executors' to change their tactics. But one thing is certain, the motives for the killings are completely different. We can all agree that the first three murders were motivated by hatred. Unrelated, but Van Charter's death exemplifies the mood of the killer at the time."

"Yes, the killer was agitated. He seemed to want enough pain for Van Chart. But why should Van Chart suffer? He's got cancer and won't last long. He's not particularly radical in the art world either. An artist, and with so few people he's dealt with since his cancer, it's hard to imagine anyone hating him. Ahhhh, he has a secret."

Ian glanced at Hailey, the guy had a smug smile on his lips.

It seemed that Haley had indeed seen something valuable in that hallucination.

"what exactly is it?"

"It doesn't make sense to say it now. But I think, in your subconscious mind, you've noticed it. It's just that you haven't noticed it enough."

"If you don't want to say it, forget it. But there is one thing, I hope you can bring adrenaline with you in the future."

"I don't need that kind of thing." Hailey turned his head away and looked out the window.

"you need to."

"I have you." Hailey's voice was unexpectedly stubborn.

"I'm not omnipotent."

"You are."

Ian sighed, there was no point in discussing the topic with Haley.

When they saw Dr. Manning again in the interrogation room, he had not yet learned of Van Chart's death.

"Oh, two detectives...you have worked so hard to detain me here, I wonder if you have found conclusive evidence to accuse me now?" Dr. Manning asked with a smile.

He is still confident that he has no flaws.

"Are you going to tell him, or me?" Haili bumped Ian's shoulder with his shoulder.

Ian knew the guy enjoyed debunking people and watching them grieve, but Ian wasn't in the mood to let Haley play his tortured game right now.

"Mr. Charter is dead." Ian said coldly.

Dr. Manning froze.

For a long time, he covered his face with both hands, and then suddenly became furious. He slammed his fist on the table and stared at Ian: "It's your fault! It's your fault! If I'm still here By his side, I will take good care of him!"

Hailey shook his head and added: "He didn't die of illness, he was killed."

"What... what?" Dr. Manning froze.

Haili took out the scene photos from the folder and put them in front of Dr. Manning.

Dr. Manning's eyes widened suddenly, his back pressed hard against the back of the chair, and he kept shaking his head.

"Oh...God...it's not true! It's not true! You're lying to me! It's not true!"

"Our forensic doctor was excellent. He said Mr. Chater must have been in excruciating pain. If he had a bad heart at this time, he would have been lucky, and he would have stopped beating before the blood dried and he would have suffered less. "

"Who killed him? Who did such a thing!" Dr. Manning's eyes were bloodshot.

"We thought you were the only one who knew who killed him. Dr. Manning, it doesn't matter who you try to protect or defend.

Because Van Chart is dead.Tell me, who else is involved in your murder plan?Nobody kills Van Chart for no reason.This person is very suspicious. "Ian looked at Dr. Manning coldly.

Although Dr. Manning was on the verge of collapse at this moment, Ian didn't feel any sympathy for him.

"It's Griffin," Dr. Manning finally said.

"Griffin? Owner of Griffin Gallery?"

"Yes," said Dr. Manning.

By now, Dr. Manning no longer had to lie.

But Griffin was not only attacked and disappeared, but he also had a complete alibi for Wendell's murder.

"Doctor, are you sure?" The smile on Haley's lips slowly faded, "Griffin may have participated in the murder of insurance salesman Adam and art dealer Amanda, but he couldn't have participated in the murder of Wendell."

Dr. Manning frowned and refused to speak.

Then Ian got a call.

When the phone was hung up, Ian's expression became even colder.

"Dr. Manning, I want to tell you that Griffin was murdered, too. And he died in the same manner as Mr. Chater. Twelve times, on a construction site where Amanda was murdered. place, right?"

"... Griffin is dead too? That's impossible... that's impossible..."

"Dr. Manning, you see, all of this has deviated from your expectations. You originally thought of the worst, but now it can't be worse. It's time to tell us the whole truth." Hai Leigh tapped lightly on the table.

Dr. Manning shook his head, "That's all I know."

"That's not all you know. Griffin was not involved in Wendell's murder. It was another man who killed Wendell. This man was important to Van Chart, right, and that's why you've been Defend him. But now it is certain that this man killed Van Chart." Haley slowed down his voice, but Dr. Manning was unmoved.

Ian lowered his head and pondered, what is it that keeps Dr. Manning from speaking up to now.

Van Chart is dead...what cares about a dead man?

Ian recalled every detail of his meeting with Van Chart in his mind, every word they said, every action of Van Chart...

When all the details that made him feel unnatural were connected together, Ian suddenly understood.

"It's honour. You're going to defend Van Chart's reputation after death. You know if this murderer is caught it means Van Chart's reputation will be destroyed. Right, Dr. Manning?" Ian raised his eyes and stared at him. into Dr. Manning's eyes.

"Mr. Charter did nothing wrong and it was all my fault."

"Indeed it's all your fault. If it weren't for you, Dr. Manning, I wouldn't have discovered Mr. Charter's abnormality. When Mr. Charter took his medicine, you prepared two kinds of medicine boxes for him, round and square. The color of the pills in each pillbox is also different. But how did you remind him? You only mentioned the shape of the pillbox but not the color of the pills.”

Doctor Manning's fingers trembled slightly, but it did not escape Ian's eyes.

"Second time, we had tea with Mr. Charter. He poured syrup into the black tea, and you stopped him. You said he was not in good health to take in too much sugar. Of course Mr. Charter knew that. , what he wanted to pour was indeed milk, but he couldn't tell the difference between milk and brown sugar at the time."

Dr. Manning adjusted his sitting posture, which showed that he was more tense than before.

"Thirdly, his last painting, which was black and white, was completely different from the previous brilliant colors. These three points tell me that he couldn't distinguish the colors. I guess it was because the tumor in his brain was removed and damaged parts of him. But the inability to distinguish colors is a fatal injury for a painter. His tumor removal operation was two years ago, and his painting style began to change after two years. So I can boldly guess "The Thinker in the Morning Light" ", "Dreamland" and "Dancing Stars" are not by Van Chart at all! At least in color!"

Dr. Manning lowered his voice and clenched his teeth: "Stop talking!"

"Who is the real painter of these three paintings? Did this person kill Wendell, Van Chatter and Griffin! Doctor Manning, the secret you want to keep can no longer be kept!"

"Ian, maybe there is more than one painter of these three paintings?" Haili said slowly.

As if waking up Ian, he suddenly thought of something: "I once shook hands with Van Chart. His hands were shaking slightly. It might be okay if it was just simple coloring, but he can't control the lines at all! But the lines of Van Charter's last black and white posthumous works are very smooth, so it is said that someone drew the line sketches for him! So it was two people who completed the drawing!"

Dr. Manning looked at Ian blankly, "Why did you find out? I thought no one would find out except Wendell...Why?"

"That's the real reason you planned to kill Wendell. She knew Van Chater, so when she saw his work, she knew it wasn't from him. But as an old acquaintance, she didn't want to ruin Van Chatter." What! So she lashed out at him mercilessly, hoping he would stop there. And, Wendell found out who was painting for Van Chart. Once she told Van Chart's secret, the one who was painting for Van Chart Whoever Chater wrote would lose his career in the art world, so he took your plan and killed Wendell himself, didn't he?"

Dr. Manning remained silent.He didn't retort hoarsely, so Ian knew that Haley's guess was correct.

This person sketched the draft for Van Chart. He knows Van Chart's composition, his style, his line direction and picture level. This person must be very familiar with Van Chart...

"Maslow was the one who composed and sketched for Van Chart. He was a student of Van Chart, a copy of Van Chart. If he painted for Van Chart, he would be able to tell There must not be many people there!” Ian stood up, put his hands on the table and stared at Dr. Manning, “Is it Maslow! Dr. Manning, this man is crazy! Chart's artistic life is wrong! This man is no longer obsessed with art! And he can never be Van Chart!"

Dr. Manning raised his head, his eyes became tangled, and tears finally flowed out.

"It's my fault...Mr. Chater just regrets that he still has a lot of ideas that have not been realized...So I came up with this idea for him, and asked Maslow to draw a line draft for him, and complete the composition according to his ideas. Then ...Let another child do the coloring. Mr. Chater never thought of monopolizing their results, he just wanted to finish what he hadn't finished in his mind. It's not a fault..."

"So it's really Maslow? Or...it might be another person!" Ian grabbed Dr. Manning's collar, "Who is the other person! Tell me!"

"After finishing "Dancing Stars," the kid refused to paint for Mr. Charter. I even had to find someone to kidnap him in order to bring him back to Mr. Charter, but it failed. You Know him, Agent Connor."

"I know……"

At that moment, Ian froze.

The bold coloring, the gorgeous look and the innocent temperament revealed from time to time in those three paintings...

Ian remembered the painting he saw when he left home this morning.

"It's Lancer... Lancer..." Ian rushed out the door.

Hailey chased after him.

When Ian opened the car door, Haley clasped his wrist: "I'll drive."

Ian paused and went to the co-pilot without saying anything extra.

The car sped out.

Ian took out his mobile phone and kept calling Lancer, but no one answered.

"Lancer! Where are you? Reply to my text message as soon as possible!"

Ian felt uneasy in his heart, whether Lanser was the one who killed Wendell, Van Charter and Griffin, and whether he was involved in it!

"Ian."

"Huh?" Ian pressed his temples with his eyes closed.

"Why do you think Van Charter and Griffin died like that?"

Haley's voice was calm.

Ian's anxious heart began to think subconsciously following Haili's voice.It's not just anger, the point is to make the other person suffer...the purpose of the pain is...

"The murderer is pressing Van Chart and Griffin!"

"What do you want to ask?" Hailey asked again.

Ian thought about it for a few seconds, and immediately made a phone call, "Dr. Manning, let me ask you one last very crucial question. Do Maslow and Lancer know each other? Do they know each other's existence?"

"Lancer certainly doesn't know Maslow. And Maslow should always think that Mr. Charter did the coloring of the painting."

After hanging up the phone, Ian finally understood what was going on.

"Maslow must have discovered during his stay with Van Chart that Van Chart couldn't distinguish colors! So it was definitely not Van Chart who colored his sketches! He was very annoyed, he always thought Together with the teacher, he completed one amazing work after another, but these were all deceptions! He was very angry and asked Van Chart who the other person was! But Van Chart did not tell! That's why Maslow stabbed Van Chart sixteen times."

Haili smiled slightly: "Bingo. I never understood why the murderer stabbed Van Charter so many times and tied him up. This was not impulsive at all but premeditated under impulse. Until I hallucinated Found the answer. Van Chart didn't die from simple murder, but someone pressed him with a question he didn't want to answer. He was protecting the man who colored his painting."

Ian let out a breath, "So that's how it is... The only ones left who might know the truth are Dr. Manning and Griffin. But Dr. Manning was detained by us, so Maslow found Griffin! It's just Maslow What is Sloe's purpose in looking for Lancer? To expose Van Chart to the world? Or is it revenge for Lancer's participation in this deception?"

Ian was puzzled.

"In order to make himself complete. Maslow has always admired Van Charter, so his painting style and lines are trying to imitate his teacher. When he knew that he assisted the teacher to complete the three paintings and received great acclaim At that time, he felt very happy. Through these three paintings, he was closely connected with the teacher, whether it was emotion or thought. But one day, he found that he was wrong. The one who has been closely connected with him is another People. So, he must find this person."

Haley's voice was very steady, as if he was speaking of an established fact.

"how do you know?"

"Of course I know. Eight years ago, after countless disappointments, I rushed to your car with the determination to die. What I counted on was not that you would save me, but that you would kill me and end all the pain. But you stopped the car and got off. One look and I knew you were the one, the one who made me whole, the one who made me Hayley Russell. So no matter how much you say no Me, no matter how you avoid me, I will always want to find you and come to your side. Because this is instinct."

Hailey didn't have the slightest expression on his face.

He always liked to laugh.

A mocking laugh, a mocking laugh, an indifferent laugh, or a classy laugh.

But at this moment, he put away all the hypocrisy and said what he thought was true.

The car parked under Ian's apartment.

When Haili pulled the handbrake, Ian came back to his senses.

"Let's go." Hailey took out the gun from his waist, and the sound of loading seemed to tear Ian's nerves.

"Are you sure you want to use a gun?"

"I'm sure. I'm a good shooter. And in case Lancer isn't the innocent little pet you imagined, I can't expect you to shoot."

Hailey is unflappable.His gun posture and even his steps are quite steady.

Ian laughed inwardly.Because the story of being forced to shoot innocent passers-by by "hunters" eight years ago is mostly fiction.

But it doesn't matter because I find myself not angry at all.

The two entered the apartment at gunpoint and made their way to the floor.

"He lives in my apartment," Ian said in a low voice.

"My God, I really want to shoot your little pet right now. You let him live with you? What do you do every day? Hug and kiss or have sex? Or lie on the balcony chair and watch the sunset?" Haley said with a smile.

"To shut up."

Ian didn't spend half his time in the apartment with the jerk.

The door was still locked, but Maslow's voice could be heard faintly.

"Lancer! We are connected! Do you know how much I paid to find you? Let's go together! Stay away from those hypocritical liars! Draw what belongs to us! Why don't you speak! Why don't you speak!"

Maslow's voice was full of persistent and distorted emotions, on the verge of cracking madness.

"You talk! Talk! Why don't you answer me! I thought you knew me! You paint those colors in my composition on my lines! Don't you want to know who I am! Don't you want to do more work with me? "

Ian took the key out of his pocket, opened the door carefully, and walked in with Haili.

The apartment was already a mess.