[Zhongyingmei] Hear the sound

When she came back to her senses, she had already answered Arnott's call.

Thatches?

The moment she heard the name, she couldn't help throwing her eyes into the pile of children playing around, but she couldn't find the child even after looking around.

"Have you seen Satches?" She asked a girl with whom Satches had a good relationship on weekdays. The young girl frowned very maturely, as if thinking hard, but after a while, she He shook his head in frustration, but his serious expression was that of a child's soft voice, "I seemed to see him running behind the tree just now, and then I don't know, what is the teacher looking for him for?"

"No, it's okay, you go and play." She subconsciously denied the question.

Behind the tree?

The child who answered her question was referring to the tree she was talking to that mischievous child just now, and the trunk of the tree was wide enough to block her view, but now she was standing by the tree, with a superior view from the side , enabling her to see the whole of what was behind it.

It was a shallow creek that seemed to be less than the width of a finger, and the current was swaying and flowing downwards. Even though the distance was quite far for these children, she could still see clearly what was floating on the water, constantly drifting into the distance. The departing leaves, like dead butterflies, float and circle until they sink and disappear.

"Satches is gone." She answered Arnott with a trembling voice.

gone?

coincidence?

There have never been so many coincidences in this world, and the so-called coincidences are just countless coincidences that inevitably converge—so don’t even think about it, Satches must be in the hands of Chelt, and what he did is even more irrelevant. It goes without saying.

In fact, since knowing that Arnott was targeted by Chelter, her phone has been monitored by the authorities, as if to reduce the unhappiness that such a monitoring arrangement might cause, the other party agreed jokingly. Said that if there is a call from a boy who has confessed, they can help her check the details of the handsome guy to see if the other party is worth entrusting her for a lifetime.

The previous news let them know that the other party already had a child's life in his hands, and the possibility of his death was very high, but she didn't know if they would think of Sachs immediately.

After all, she is not using a mobile phone, and the monitor can only hear her voice.

She didn't mention anything about the disappearance.

So if they hadn't paid attention in that split second, thus giving her a buffer, she might have had time to play a little game with Mr. Chelt.

"Counting the one we found at Arnott's house, it's already twice. Look at these verses. This guy looks like a poet rather than a murderer." Brian looked interested Listening to this recording carefully, the man's voice was played back repeatedly, and at the same time, the child's cry sounded in their ears. The intermittent tone showed his weakness, and the final disappearance of the voice showed his current state of mind. dangerous.

The chances of him dying far outweigh his chances of surviving.

But what interested them even more was the two lines of poems used by the murderer. It stands to reason that people who love to kill generally have their own regularity in their actions. In an extremely dangerous situation.

And why did a murderer who was already affected by the killing intent suddenly use verses?

You must know that in all his previous cases, except for that bag of clothes, he had no other contact with those victims.

And he is not a typical romantic figure.

Willing to break the rules for a certain special case can only prove that Arnott is special to him, but where is this specialness reflected... This is a question worthy of further study, but it is not the direction we should think about now.

Jack had people gather the list of the most missing children as quickly as possible, perhaps because of some special reason However, within two days, the number of missing children was as many as five.

And their ages are actually in the same range.

It was only at this time that Jack saw Satches, whom he had removed from the list of suspects, in the list of these people.

Because of Lorelei's incident, Will was greatly affected, and he couldn't control himself from attacking his best friend. The girl with a crazy face, the novice policeman who was holding a gun and smoking, this Either of them reminded him involuntarily of Abigail and how he had shot Abigail's father in that room with his own hands.

He could hardly control himself from firing so many shots, the bullets passed through the man's chest, his body was shaking, blood flowed from the bullet holes, and gradually filled the whole ground, the unbelievable look in his eyes when he died, he was stiff The body of Abigail and Abigail's screams all illustrate the fact that the other party is dead.

After that, the reindeer kept appearing in his dreams, sometimes the high tide almost suffocated him, most of the time the alarm clock could wake him up, until the case of the girl named Lorelei was over, He was once again submerged by the tide in the dream, and what floated on the water was the body of the man he had personally killed.

Instead of the bullet passing through his chest like when he was holding the gun, the bullet passed through his forehead like in that basement, revealing his hideous torn face.

As a person who catches criminals, he can also become a murderer when he is caught off guard.

The aboveboard hunting, the feeling of taking away life is fascinating.

In order to better control his emotions, he agreed with Dr. Hannibal for psychotherapy more frequently than originally scheduled.

At this time, Will, who had just learned all the information, frowned and looked at the photo in his hand. It was the case that Chelt committed before. He is missing, so all he has now are photos of some human leather clothing.

"It's not quite right." He pondered over his thoughts over and over again, but no matter how he thought about it, there was a sense of disobedience that swept over him, and he didn't know how to describe it. Maybe it was because he completely ignored the surroundings as he was thinking seriously, thus Arousing Bryce's curiosity, he patted the thinker on the shoulder, with a little frivolity in his tone towards familiar people, "Hey, look at your depressed look, why, what happened to you that you can't think of? something?"

"It's not that I can't figure it out," Will shook his head, "but I feel that something is not quite right."

"what happened?"

"Have you ever been sick?" Brian made an exaggerated expression, "Of course, what's the point?"

"Then you should know," Will's index finger curled up and tapped on the table, which seemed to be his occasional small movement, which showed his depressed mood at the moment, "if you just have a mild cold, then at most you just drink Order hot water and then learn to play and don’t care at all, but if you still take a cold shower when you have a cold, and don’t cover the quilt at night, until your cold is abruptly elevated to something similar to pneumonia Then you can't help but pay attention to it, and then you will pay attention to your illness, pay attention to diet and rest, so that your attention on other aspects such as eating, drinking and having fun will naturally decrease.

If making clothes from human skin is a kind of obsessive disease, from Cheert's situation, his condition has worsened a lot for some reason, and his super high attention to Arnott made him feel sick. He gave away the human leather clothes made by himself - he had been collecting them before, and he was the only one to watch them. These things have never been given away, which shows the particularity of Arnott. "

"Although I don't understand it very well," Brian rubbed his head, "but I always feel that the logic you said is very correct, and there seems to be nothing wrong?"

"Do you still remember that recording? The name of that poem is Drunken Boat, and the author Rimbaud is also very famous." Will pondered for a few seconds, "Since his attention has been attracted by the new target Arnott, why Will he take an interest in these verses?"

"Maybe he wants to try to become a poet?" The expression on Brian's face when he said this was a joke that he couldn't believe, "After all, even if it is said, a poet is better than a murderer. Much more gracefully."

He was obviously just joking, but the man in front of him rarely denied him, "This poem must have a special meaning to him, elegant or something? Are you kidding? Do you think killing people can also be an art?" ?”

Will Graham, who can fantasize about crime, has the three views of normal people. He hates crime, but he has a talent that makes him have to keep inseparable from these people all the time.

"Don't be like this Will," Brian patted him on the shoulder, "Most of the murderers we have caught regard this as a supreme enjoyment. It’s their artwork, let’s talk about that shopkeeper, Nierid.” He paused, “Isn’t he killing those children just to create the most perfect artwork in his heart: a mermaid?”

"Are you trying to comfort me? I'm not bothered by this. The top priority now is to catch the murderer." Will said in a serious tone, "If he really spread his killing according to the drunken boat, I'm afraid that The child has become a corpse."

But I don't cry anymore.

The morning light is so sad,

The whole sun is suffering, and the whole moon is bad.

Spicy love fills me with drunken stupor,

Oh, may my keel be broken, may I

Buried in the Bay Sea.

------------