[Zhongyingmei] Can drawing cards save the world?

Elaine found a hotel to stay and was about to investigate the matter.

And the first thing she decided to do was go to the crime scene.

It was a huge tree, which seemed to have been dead for a long time. Some of the dry branches had cracked and broken, and finally fell to the ground and merged with the soil.

The surrounding area is cordoned off, but there will still be many people watching, perhaps out of curiosity, or to satisfy their curiosity.They stood outside the cordon, taking photos and pointing at the sawn-off tree branches above.

"That's it, she's hanging there naked, with the branches passing through her body, putting her in a begging position."

Someone said so.

Elaine walked over, hoping for additional news.

The man seemed to enjoy popularizing science to others, and was also complacent that he had information that others did not know. He continued: "She was not very mentally well when she was in college, and she seemed to have some kind of mental illness."

"Maybe she's crazy and made herself like that."

He obviously didn't know that the man's heart was stolen, otherwise he would never have said such flawed words.

It seemed that there was no information available, so Elaine walked away and decided to look for a breakthrough elsewhere.

"Hey—" Someone shouted from nowhere, "Scatter, scatter! You interrupted the investigation!"

Elaine took a look from the crowd and saw him holding up his FBI ID to the people.The man was wearing normal clothes, and behind him was a handsome curly-haired man walking towards the scene of the crime.

He opened the security line and brought the man in. Seeing that Elaine hadn't left, he impatiently continued to drive away: "That lady! Please leave—"

Elaine thought for a while, and showed him the business card Tony gave him, "Do you know this person?"

The detective looked at the name, looked at Elaine with a strange face, and pointed to the curly-haired man: "This is it."

"What?" Will realized he was talking about himself, and turned to look at them.

"Will Graham?" Elaine smiled, "My name is Elaine Hope, and I was sent to assist in the investigation."

"We don't need any assistance in the investigation. This is our FBI's own business." The other agent refused.

"I have no malicious intentions, nor will I interfere with you, nor will I release the details before the case is resolved." Elaine showed him the S.H.I.E.L.D. Show it to your superiors and they will understand."

"I don't think it's necessary to alert S.H.I.E.L.D. to this case." Will seemed to know this. "This is not a supernatural event."

"I know, so I said that I will not interfere with you, but will help you." Elaine lowered her posture repeatedly.

Will turned around and said something to the agent, and finally the two seemed to come to an agreement.

"You can watch," Will said.

Elaine nodded gratefully.

Will is a talented profiler. He can empathize with the murderer's actions, techniques, and even thoughts and feelings based on various clues at the crime scene.

And this talent also made Will suffer a lot.

Because of the use of this ability, his spirit is extremely unstable, not only will he sleepwalk and have hallucinations, but he may even lose himself.

Elaine stood aside, and she observed the movements of the two.

In fact, only Will was moving.

He stood under the tree, motionless, as if he was feeling something, from time to time he looked at the surrounding environment, or took a deep breath, trying to calm down the fluctuations in his heart.

"He's calm," he said.The sound was so soft that it could be dissipated in the wind.

A sudden gust of wind blew, making Elaine shiver.

Will squatted down, his hand touched the wet soil, and he inserted his fingers into the soil to feel the touch of the soil.

Elaine felt it must be covered in blood.

Then, suddenly, Will started to move.

There seemed to be something under his body, making him caress something against the void, as if someone's body, someone's face.

So weird.

But he does it slowly and gracefully.

He continued to move something in his hand, he seemed to have unloaded something and was cutting something.

This performance was so real that Elaine couldn't help holding her breath——

"You forced me." Will's voice trembled slightly, broken, "You forced me, Roxy, I love you so much."

He was the murderer at this moment.

"I think we already know what we want to know." Another agent tapped him on the shoulder, trying to stop him, "Will."

"Why did I do this!" Will didn't seem to come out yet, he yelled helplessly, "You forced me! You forced me!"

"Will!"

Will is back to normal, his face now wet with tears, his lips trembling and he looks up.

"I'm sorry." He was a little bit exhausted, and stood up, only feeling his head hurting.

"You did what you had to do, thank you."

Elaine came to her senses, and she looked at Will, probably thinking that he was a mutant with superpowers.

"Is this your superpower?" She couldn't help asking.

"No." Will shook his head, his face was pale now, "It's just my talent."

Elaine just found it incredible, and she noticed the sweat on his forehead at random, "Is it some sequelae? You don't look very well."

"It's okay, just a headache. I always do." He took a box of pills from his inside pocket and took one.

Elaine guessed it was painkillers.

"Perhaps I should come to you another day?" Elaine said. "You're not doing well."

"No, no, it's okay." He waved his hand, looking much better, "What do you want to talk about?"

"Another place?" Elaine suggested.

"Of course." Will nodded.

They ended up going to the nearest cafe.

"Mr. Stark asked me to come to you." Elaine said, "I still want to know some details, for example, you just concluded that the murderer was killed for love?"

"Maybe." Will said, "It can only be considered that the person who handled the corpse knew the deceased, but no one knows who took the heart—that is the fatal injury."

"But you were indeed cutting something just now," Elaine said.

"Maybe it was cutting the bag of the parcel," Weir said. "The events I reconstructed may be disturbed by the environment, and it is not clear."

"Then why do you think the two are not the same person?"

"Because there wasn't anyone with a medical background around the dead man," Will said. "You know the Chesapeake Ripper?"

Elaine nodded, "So you think it's related to him?"

Will stirred the coffee with a spoon, making regular crashing sounds, "Maybe I'm too sensitive."

"But if it's really him, two people will die this week." Elaine recalled the file, "He always kills three people a week, doesn't he?"

"You're more prepared than I thought." Will took a sip of coffee and looked at his watch, "I still have an appointment with my psychiatrist, so let's not talk about it. Goodbye——"

"Hope, Elaine Hope." Elaine reminded.

"Goodbye, Miss Hope." He drank the coffee and pressed the tip under the coffee to prevent it from blowing away. Then, as if remembering something, he wrote down his address with a pen on the side, "If there is something urgent but If the phone doesn't work, I should be right here."

Elaine nodded, "Thank you."

Will leaves.

Elaine called Louis: "This case seems to be more complicated than we thought, Louis."

"Maybe I should go," Louis said. "I've been having a lot of mood swings lately."

"No, it's too dangerous." Elaine said, "I'll tell you the details later, but you must stay in Central City."

Louis stopped struggling.

She was sitting at the desk of the Daily Planet at this time, looking for new news nearby.

Clark left a kiss on her cheek as he passed by, "I heard you still want to go to Baltimore."

"I'm just a little worried," Louis said. "I've always had a bad feeling lately."

"Perhaps because of your bad premonition, she let you stay where I can protect you at any time." Clark said.

"Maybe..." Louis was still absent-minded.

Maybe there really isn't a safer place to look than Metropolis, Louis thought.

Elaine hung up the phone and started researching the Chesapeake Ripper.

It's a name that terrifies anyone who hears it.

He is a high IQ anti-social personality, he never leaves his mark on the scene, his technique is clean and neat, and he seems to have a medical background.His victims invariably lost some part of their body.

Sometimes it's the heart, sometimes it's the spleen, or it's the meat around the cheeks.

Random but seems to be full of his own set of logic.

Louis also sent her more details of the incident, which he said had been gleaned using all the connections at her disposal.

Elaine looked at those pictures, bloody and terrifying.

She could deeply feel that the murderer seemed to regard these as a work of art.

And it was such a criminal with a high IQ who had been free for such a long time and hadn't been caught. Elaine only felt that there might be more secrets hidden behind it.

And just as everyone guessed, the next day, on the beach in the south, another body was found——

The corpse was divided and reassembled, and it was made into a strange human sculpture, which was placed on the beach.Revealed was sewn on the chest, looking up at the sky.

And the corpse, the victim, was none other than Roxy's very close ex-boyfriend: Joe Michaelson.

And when Elaine felt the scene, she noticed the man standing next to Will.

He is wearing a thoughtful three-piece suit. Even Elaine, who doesn't know how to read brands, can tell that this suit must be custom-made, and he is talking to Will at this time, feeling Elaine's Gaze, the man turned his head and looked at Elaine.

It was a handsome middle-aged man.

Elaine returned a polite smile.

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There is no such plot in the original drama of Mokaiha