[Comprehensive] Live broadcast of the crime scene

When you look into the eyes of a serial killer, you get a chilling feeling.

——FBI female agent Pat Kirby

The speed of the car was still fast, but Reynolds' body was not as tense as before. Obviously, he also understood that he would not be able to catch up with Eric.

Just as Rocker, who was on the opposite side of the tablet, turned off the camera and the atmosphere gradually returned to tranquility, Torres' cell phone rang to break the silence. She took out the cell phone in her pocket suspiciously, saw the name on the screen and said "huh", then On the phone, "What's the matter, Kelly?"

Kelly is a good friend of Serena who claims to have been raped by the taxi driver Nick. The purpose of her call made several people in the car put aside the case of Eric who couldn't catch up, and turned their attention to Torres.

Torres said a few words to the other side, then pressed the speakerphone and released the voice to everyone. Kelly's tone was obscure, "I'm sorry, Torres, I'm sorry."

Kelly and Serena are good friends who grew up together. They have been together for more than ten years and are very familiar with each other. After Mo Xian and the others visited Serena last time, she was sensitive to Serena's fault. She often lost her mind while talking and doing things. She thought that Serena was in a trance from time to time because she recalled the dark memories of the past, but she knew Serena well, and she noticed the difference between the two emotions.

"I know her little tricks," Kelly sighed. "When we were young, she broke a vase. She lied to her father. She likes to tangle her hair in circles when she combs her hair. Doing crossword puzzles, not even cuddling her favorite teddy bear, and if there's one emotion that overwhelms her memories of being violated, it's worry and guilt."

Worried about guilt?Kelly, who knew Serena well, quickly guessed that she was worried that her lying would be discovered by the police, and she was guilty of framing an innocent taxi driver who she thought was innocent. She couldn't stand the repeated questioning of her friends, and Serena finally revealed the truth .

"She was indeed raped in the Northeast District of Washington," Kelly said apologetically, "but she didn't see the license plate number clearly, oh no, she didn't notice the license plate number at all, the weather was bad, the street lights and The surveillance was also broken. She couldn’t even see the man’s face clearly. How could she see the license plate number? Because she saw the news that the taxi driver had unidentified women’s clothes at home and was trying to lure customers to Northeast Washington. , she decided that Nick was the one who violated her."

"In the first place," a shrill female voice with intense emotions came from the phone, echoing in the small space of the car, "if he is innocent, he can't tell whose women's clothes are at home! There are everything from Victoria’s Secret to cheap Primark, obviously not a woman’s clothes, and he has no sisters, no female friends, he must be a rapist! An innocent person like him, am I wrong to accuse him!”

Kelly hurriedly dropped her cell phone to comfort the hysterical Serena, but when she heard what Serena said, Gillian in the car who hadn't fully understood Nick's case and Letterman in the front row looked back in shock. They exchanged glances in the mirror, "Wait a minute," Gillian reached out to Torres for her mobile phone, restrained her impatience and asked patiently, "Did you just say that Nick's family has women's clothing of all brands?"

Mo Xian moved back a bit, sitting in the airtight car for a long time, and the smell of Jillian's perfume kept getting into her nose. Press the window control button, and the wind rushes in from the gap at the top of the window, blowing away the dull air in the car, and at the same time blowing away the dryness in the hearts of several people in the car.

[Is the broadcaster feeling unwell? ] The audience in the live broadcast room worriedly sent a barrage, [After sitting in the car for so long, did you get motion sickness? ] [The host should stop watching the barrage,] Han Jiangxue, who has experienced motion sickness, immediately suggested in the live broadcast room, [Don't look at moving things, look at stationary objects, don't close your eyes, it will make you feel more uncomfortable, divert your attention. ] "Yeah," Mo Xian obediently shifted his attention to their conversation. Kelly seemed to be wondering that the other party's voice was not Torres's, but she still replied, "It's weird, isn't it? We also think it's weird , if he raped more than one woman, why did he take their clothes? And there are underwear, there are coats, there are skirts, four or five pieces of clothing, they all look different, don’t you think it’s strange?”

"He's a rapist!" Serena's cry came from afar, with some crying and the sound of chopping meat with a kitchen knife, as if she was venting her vulnerability and anger.

Gillian frowned, lost in thought, and did not forget to ask, "Is Serena okay?"

"Just let it out," Kelly said reassuringly. "Honestly, I'm more worried if she's in the house."

After hanging up the phone, Gillian went through Nick's case in her mind, and clasped her hands together. Letterman also looked thoughtful. Mo Xian looked at the two of them and the confused Torres, and subconsciously used Look for the barrage to ask for help.

[Broadcaster, you are disobedient,] The sharp-eyed audience noticed her movements, typing like a parent to a disobedient child, [If you are not feeling well, don’t watch the barrage, it will be even more uncomfortable later. ] [That's right, let's stop posting barrage, let the broadcaster take a good rest. ] Seeing that they really didn’t send a single barrage, and the bottom of the field of vision was blank, Mo Xian looked away helplessly, and secretly complained about their fuss, but she didn’t notice that the corners of her lips were slightly raised, and the feeling of being stuck in her chest was also Unblocked a little.

It took a while for Gillian to come back to her senses. She glanced at the car window that was quietly opened by Mo Xian, and signaled to Reynolds to drive slowly. The car would float when driving at high speed with the window open, which may cause a rollover accident. Reynolds is also an old man. It's impossible for the driver not to know this. The reason why he didn't pay attention to the wind blowing from the window was probably because he was shocked by the information revealed by Serena's words just like them.

"If Nick was a rapist," Gillian said slowly, "he wouldn't keep the clothes of the girls he raped at all."

Torres frowned, looking puzzled at Gillian, then at Letterman.

"There's only one case I've come across that fits this profile," Gillian said, looking at the brooding Letterman spread out in the front row, "a 'souvenir' of a serial killer."

Mo Xian seems to understand, a serial killer's souvenir?Clothes taken from victims to remember how they were killed?And Reynolds, who understood, almost lost his grip on the steering wheel. Just as he was about to speak, he saw the tablet placed on the driver's console light up suddenly, and a video call request was displayed on the screen.

Seeing this, Yan Li drank a glass of water to relieve his hungry stomach a little. Looking at the sky, he had been sitting in front of the computer for a whole day. Fortunately, he was a professional writer and didn't have to go to work. The information content of this day's live broadcast Too many, he didn't dare to miss a moment, didn't even eat lunch, just took a bag of potato chips to make him hungry, Letterman on the screen reached out to connect to the video, Rocker's face appeared on the tablet, and greeted them , then point your phone at the front.

In front of him was an open loess flat land, probably the police had chosen a place to force him to stop here. Several cars surrounded him. Eric was leaning against his father's Lincoln car, with his left forearm crossed and he couldn't stand at one stop. On the steady girl's chest, a long sharp knife was across the girl's throat, making an indentation. Yan Li kept his eyes on Eric's face, and saw that his usually shy and introverted eyes seemed to be filled with deep It was like bottomless black ink, as scary as staring into the abyss. In fact, Eric's eyes were a bit brownish, which shouldn't have brought this feeling to Yan Li.

No wonder the broadcaster is so afraid of him. Seeing Eric, Yan Li recalled the clues that he hadn’t noticed before. It may not require good physical strength to be an ordinary serial killer, but to stab someone to death with a knife and return to the victim A serial killer who fights with the killer must have plenty of physical strength. Eric is muscular, strong and powerful, but with his introverted and cowardly otaku personality, he will never take the initiative to go to the gym to exercise.

Mo Xian may not have noticed this at the first time - her basic deductive method really needs to be strengthened - but the intuition cultivated by her long-term relationship with Sherlock Holmes, a top detective, has subtly and subconsciously realized that Eli The danger of Ke, when she saw Eric's current appearance, she thought of the photo on K's account that made her shudder, and instinctively decided that the photo belonged to Xiao Ai in front of her, not the owner Ge Eric.

The negotiating team in front was still negotiating with the loudspeaker, but Eric turned a deaf ear to it. It was not until Eric's father, who seemed to have come directly from the office in a suit, got out of the FBI car, that he held the female college student in his hand and backed away. One small step.

"Eric," his father ignored the police's persuasion, and approached him step by step, surrounded by more than a dozen loaded police officers, with a heavy expression on his face, "everything is over."

He tried his best to cover up and help his son, but the fire couldn't be covered by paper, and what was supposed to come came after all.

Xiao Ai calmly grabbed the hostage and took a step back. Her right hand pierced the hostage's skin like a threat, and a drop of blood dripped on the sharp blade. "You are here, where is she?"

His father was forced to stand still, trembling his lips, looking at him regretfully, "You really came after her."

The tablet screen moved, and Rocker, who was sitting in the car watching this scene, turned the camera of the phone to Amanda, who was sitting in the back seat. She was protected by two policemen in the middle of the back seat to ensure her safety, but at this time she was Take the initiative to signal the police to let her go out, "We should have a conclusion."

With one hand on her belly, she got out of the car carefully and quietly, and approached Eric's father step by step, surrounded by policemen. Eric's father, who is nearly 30 years old and has gray hair roots, is like a pearl cast in the dark, which makes people feel embarrassed.

"By the way," Mo Xian looked at this scene and said involuntarily, "When they fell in love, Amanda was only in her teens, right?"

"17 years old," Gillian seemed to understand Mo Xian's words, "Eric is seven years old."

With a ten-year age difference, and being together day and night, will Eric have - Mo Xian doesn't know - a different kind of emotion for Amanda?

"You are fine." Seeing Amanda holding his father's hand, Eric showed a clean smile. Mo Xian could hardly recognize whether Eric in front of him was his personality or Xiao Ai, and what happened next Let Mo Xian grab the seat cover subconsciously.

Everything seemed to be slowed down by slow motion. Eric pushed away the hostage, brandished a dagger and rushed towards Amanda. Amid the three or two gunshots that sounded behind him, he stood still in a running posture for a second or two, and then rushed forward. It fell on the yellow ground, and a cloud of khaki dust was stirred up.

I don't know if it's because he was dazzled, but Mo Xian vaguely saw that Eric seemed to be smiling at the moment when he was shot and frozen.