[Comprehensive Anglo-American] New York People's Suffering History

"What's your gender?" Dr. Letterman stared at Soapy's changing facial expression.

Soapy puffed out her chest and said with a charming smile, "Can't you see that?"

Steve Rogers asked Dr. Foster on the side in puzzlement: "What is Dr. Letterman doing?"

Dr. Foster replied: "Ask some obvious questions, and find a baseline for judging whether the interviewee's subsequent answers are true or not. And we have dealt with a beautiful Thai killer before, this question really needs to be asked clearly .”

A police officer came over and whispered something to Steve Rogers. He frowned and followed the man out.

"Have you ever had plastic surgery?" Dr. Letterman asked, looking at the delicate face of the woman.The development of plastic surgery technology has brought many difficulties to Dr. Letterman who detects lies through facial expressions. You can't see too much from a stiff face.

"I take it as a compliment." Soapy said with a smile.Then he leaned forward suddenly, looked directly into Dr. Letterman's eyes and said, "Doctor, let's play a game? I know you can judge the other party's true emotions and even motives through expressions, behaviors, and words. But I , can see everything about you through your eyes."

Dr. Letterman clearly saw the mocking smile on the corner of the woman's mouth.

"For example..." Subi said with some pride: "You are very worried about your daughter who is alone at home." After finishing speaking, Subi also imitated the other party's way to observe the changes in Dr. Letterman's expression, but saw nothing.

"There are four victims at the place where you appeared tonight, and none of them survived." Dr. Letterman, who was told what was going on, changed the subject and looked at Subi with fiery eyes, not daring to be distracted for a moment.He took out a thick stack of photos from the file bag in front of him, and placed them in front of Soapy one by one.

Dozens of photos of the jigsaw crime scene, different equipment, different victims, and different shooting angles.But the degree of cruelty and blood is just as shocking.

"It's a pity." Soapy stared at each photo with a calm expression, but there was a lot of sadness in his eyes.She lowered her head sadly, the appearance of her exquisite facial features reflected in the light and shadow, she actually looked a bit like Maria in the Madonna.

It's not normal.

This expression is not so much sadness as compassion.It is impossible for a human to have divinity, unless... my previous analysis is correct.This woman sees humans as beings below her.For all the victims, it is alms and sympathy from above.

Dr. Letterman hid his surprise and got straight to the point.

"Did you kill the person?"

"No." Subi originally felt that talking to this person was a kind of game pleasure, and his tone was relaxed.After seeing those photos, my heart was so heavy that I no longer wanted to joke around.

Dr. Letterman watched Soapy's reaction carefully.

No sign of lying...is it true to have antisocial tendencies, is it true that he didn't kill people?

Dr. Letterman suddenly realized that the person sitting across from him was most likely a jigsaw, and it all made sense.The jigsaw has never been stained with blood. Since the first incident, when the three male victims died in a strange but extremely cruel mechanism in an underground warehouse, Dr. Lightman secretly collected information about the jigsaw in his spare time. Saw information.

He, or she, of course, can confidently say that he did not kill anyone.

Strictly speaking, those people died in various institutions.

Dr. Letterman smiled, and asked again: "Or let me change the question, is it really an accident that you were there tonight?"

"Of course." Soapy paused for 0.00001 seconds.The pupil flickered for a moment, and the tone of the first word he spoke was not firm enough.

Dr. Laitman took in the subtle details.This woman lied.In addition to micro-expression changes, there are also words used. Generally, if you ask a true-false question, you will get "yes" or "no".Rather than the deliberately chosen word "of course" that deepens the affirmative tone.

Dr. Letterman walked out of the interrogation room and said to Captain America who had been observing outside the single-sided glass wall: "She is not a jigsaw, although it is potentially dangerous. Jigsaw will not be surprised to see the photos of the crime scene , there will only be a sense of pride in the exquisite work of art that you have created with your own hands."

Steve Rogers nodded and said: "It's really not her. I just found out that she arrived in New York this afternoon, and the victim disappeared a few days ago."

Dr. Letterman looked back anxiously at Soapy who was in the interrogation room with his head down, and reminded Captain America: "Captain, even if she is not a jigsaw, she is a potentially dangerous person."

If Steve Rogers hadn't seen Soapy's sleight of hand during his escape, he would have doubted that Dr. Letterman's judgment had gone awry.He stretched out his hand to say goodbye to the two doctors: "I'm sorry to invite you over late at night."

"Should be." Dr. Letterman looked at Soapy again before leaving.

Soapy was still immersed in the shock of the cruel method of the jigsaw. The pictures selected in the news report were far less bloody and real than the bloody truth in the police files.

A handsome blond guy in a gray T-shirt walked in and gently uncuffed her.

"Can I go home?" Soapy looked up, his eyes a little dazed.

"Of course. The bureau will send a car to take you home." Steve Rogers asked in a low voice, "Are you okay?" After speaking, he pointed at Soapy's waist.

Soapy understood that it meant she was hit by the shield, shook her head and said, "It's okay."

***

Soapy sat in the lounge, waiting for the police to pick up her "temporary custody" belongings.

Weak and weak from hunger, Soapy took a big sip of the coffee in front of him, and the bitter water entered his stomach, which did not satisfy his hunger at all.

When I was almost hungry and distracted, a well-dressed and elegant man came in.

The man was also stunned when he saw Soapy.

Soapy: "It's a big trough!!!"

Hannibal: "What's going on???"

The police officer who came in behind Hannibal said with a smile on his face: "Doctor Lecter, you take a rest here first, the captain will come over when he is done."

Hannibal tugged his sleeve to cover his left wrist, which was covered with a tourniquet, and sat down in the farthest position from Soapy.

Because of this woman in front of him, he had a bad day today.

Inexplicably bitten at home to anemia.

They had to race against time to bury the corpse before they could enjoy the delicious food.

He was taken to the police station for questioning for a long time by the police who often cooperate with him as a routine.

After being cleared of the murder suspicion, I was asked to see if a certain criminal suspect has psychological problems and violent tendencies...

Hannibal glanced at Soapy.

He'd never met a sicker, more violent person than this woman, or anything.Vampires were such an ancient creature that Hannibal would rather believe that this woman, like himself, had pica.In fact, if one eats meat and the other drinks blood, it is quite suitable to be a partner.

Soapy looked at Hannibal's handsome face and said, "I didn't expect you to have some skills, but you didn't go in."

"But you're about to go in." Hannibal raised his left hand. "Injury plus false alarm, plus serious mental illness..." His pale lips were slightly pursed, and a dimple appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Psychiatric hospital or prison, which one do you prefer?" Hannibal's gaze was like a cold sword, stabbing at Soapy suddenly.

Seeing Hannibal speak so unscrupulously, Soapy concluded that there was no surveillance in the lounge.

She stood up, also smiling, and approached Hannibal step by step.He bent down, put his nose against the man's nose and said, "You are the one who will go in. I promise."

"Mr. Police." Hannibal didn't panic because of Suby's sudden approach, and called the police in a calm tone, "This is the person who reported the false alarm. You can check the phone number."

***

Soapy entered the house.

A small room with a clear gray tone, a single bed, no windows, only an iron fence, and the people in the opposite rooms are wearing uniform pajamas, or prison uniforms.

Hannibal stood outside the fence in a victorious posture, and said awkwardly: "Look. Isn't this going in?"

Subi swore secretly: after the two-day detention period expires, the first thing he will do when he goes out is to drink up the man's blood.

The first day of detention.Soapy knelt in front of the iron gate without dignity, stretched out his hand from the crack in the railing, and waved mournfully.

"Uncle policeman, can I order food if I'm not acclimatized?"

"Do you have duck blood vermicelli soup?"

"Maoxuewang is also fine."

"What about the blood sausage?"

"..."

Two days later.

Soapy, who was delirious with hunger, stayed at the police station until the sun went down before daring to go home, and the idea of ​​seeking revenge from Hannibal was dispelled because his home was too far away.Standing at the gate of the police station at midnight, Soapy reached out to stop the car.

A black car stopped in front of Soapy, with the windows rolled down, revealing the face of the handsome blond guy who helped her uncuff her.

"Get in the car! It's not easy to get a taxi at night recently because of the murder."

Soapy sat in the passenger seat.

Steve Rogers asked, "Where is your home?"

"Can you take me to the hospital first?" Soapy was really hungry. Human food was fine for eating and playing, but it couldn't provide energy at all.What's more terrible is that all the emotions and feelings of vampires are infinitely stronger than those of humans. Soapy is afraid that because of this maddening hunger, he will commit the unforgivable crime of bloodbathing the streets of New York.

The car speeded up, and the driving route was a little swaying.

Steve Rogers said with some embarrassment: "I am too proficient in using these new things."

Soapy's mind was full of food, and he didn't have the heart to start a conversation. He used all his willpower to remind himself not to talk to the handsome guy.

Woooo~ She can't beat him at all.

"Go to the hospital lobby and wait for a while. I'll park the car and accompany you to see the doctor." Steve Rogers saw Soapy's face getting paler, and his hands covering his abdomen in pain, and secretly scolded himself for being careless.

That day I was in a hurry to throw the shield out. Although she lost strength, even if she was a soft and weak girl, even if she had practiced fighting or something, she would definitely not be able to bear it.

"No, no, no, no." Soapy didn't want this righteous American civil servant to see her stealing blood and drinking.After speaking, he ran into the hospital without waiting for the other party to speak.

Sneak into the blood bank.

Soapy felt like he was in heaven, the whole blood was sorted by blood type, and Soapy drank several bags like tomato juice.I wanted to steal some to go home to store in the refrigerator, but I was afraid that the handsome blond guy would still be guarding the door, and Soapy, who was full of drinks, burped and reluctantly left Paradise.

Finally got home.When the door was opened, Soapy froze.

A strong man is wrestling with a hammer on the floor.

"Handsome, who are you?"

The author has something to say: Thor: Mjolnir, wake up.