[Comprehensive] Reincarnation Thousand Years

Cecil picked a few apples from his own orchard, put them in the basket, bent down, and got out from among the low-hanging branches and leaves.

When she appeared in front of the visitor holding a bamboo basket with her left hand, resting her right hand on the handle of the basket, and with a leaf on her head, she herself was startled for a moment, then her eyes fell to the side and she opened her hands, Andre, who was preparing to welcome his younger sister into his arms.

So she ran up to Andre nimbly, and very cooperatively threw herself into the arms of her oldest brother.

Andre put his hands around his sister's waist very cooperatively, and hugged her around the spot for a long time before letting her go.

"My sweetheart, I'm bringing the guests."

"It's not like I can't see other people."

After Cecil mumbled something, she took out an apple she had just picked from the basket and stuffed it into Andre's hand.

Andre just wiped the apple on his expensive handmade shirt, and took a bite.

Cecil's gifts for rare visitors are all fruits grown on the hill behind his home.

She picked apples today, so they were given (one each) apples.

The two agents followed Andre across most of the state, and finally stopped in front of a mountain.

Not counting building his residence on the mountain, but also buying the right to use the mountain and the surrounding land, the Menleks family is really a model of "spending a lot of money to buy tranquility".

Andre is a member of the Menleks family, and it is quite normal for him to bring two guests with him when he returns to his home.

Anyway, neither Kleist nor Cecil have ever refused guests who met for the first time and came to the door without an appointment-limited to "guests brought by Andre".

Before entering the door, Cecil understood the purpose of Andre's visit. She had no aversion to meeting a notorious serial murderer who preyed on underage girls, and of course, she did not express any morbid joy.

Her attitude is the same as that of foreigners who are "discussing today's weather with British people with nothing to say" when they are popularized in travel manuals.

After entering the house, the two detectives realized how abnormal this red house was, whose design was nothing more than an ordinary building from the outside.

The walls on all sides of the house, from the ground to the ceiling, are all made of hexagonal honeycomb grids. The names of various colors are marked under the grids, and the honeycomb grids are filled with paints.

Tube-shaped gouache paints and solid gouache paints are placed in these honeycomb-shaped grids in an arrangement that only the master is familiar with.

The outer packaging of some paints has not been removed at all, and the names on it are big manufacturers that even ordinary people have heard of, while others have names that have never even been heard.

Half of the paints in the grid didn't even have the name of the manufacturer.

"Kleist is really crazy."

Andre whispered to Cecil.

"The last time I came, this situation hadn't spread to the living room yet."

"Anyway, Andre, you won't force Kleist to dismantle these."

Cecil didn't care about this kind of wall decoration that people with trysophobia couldn't bear even if they took a second look, and her tone was always relaxed and happy: "Let's talk about it again, wait for Kleist to match her If there are more colors, we can open a production line for him."

Andre rolled his eyes: "Come on. I don't have enough money to do this."

Cecil, who didn't know that there was still a leaf on his head, just shrugged his shoulders when he heard this answer, and said, "Come on, last time Kleist heard that the capital turnover of a paint company he often used is not good. , when he was about to stop production of a certain production line, he wanted to buy the entire company."

"Where did he get the money?"

"As long as Kleist signs his name on the piece of paper, even if it is a butterfly painted by me, it can be sold for a good price."

"Forgive me, Cecil, don't ruin the reputation that Kleist acquired with great difficulty."

Cecil replied with a smile: "That is, I have no talent for painting."

Just as the two brothers and sisters were arguing, the eyes of the two detectives who were left aside fell on a young man who appeared in the corridor on the second floor.

He has a thin build, pale blond hair, and lake-blue eyes that are exactly the same as his brother and sister.

But his pale complexion and dead man's temperament really didn't match the thin and quiet image in the photo on the official promotional website.

Anyway, he still looks alive in the photo.But after witnessing it with his own eyes in reality, he realized that he was as lifeless as a dead person.

One detective thought that this was what his uncle, who had been suffering from terminal cancer for a decade, looked like before he died.

No matter how ignorant a person is, he would not think that his uncle has the desire to survive.He didn't even think about surviving.

But when Kleist's eyes fell on Cecil who was standing side by side with Andre, his whole body began to "come alive" little by little starting from his eyes.

"Kleist, it happened that Andre and these two guests invited us, so let's go for a walk."

Cecil looked at Kleist standing on the second floor overlooking everyone with a smile on her face, and she didn't seem to feel that there was anything wrong with Kleist's transformation.

Kleist nodded and said softly: "Okay."

Cecil looked back at Andre, who winked at her and threw up his hands at the two agents—it was settled.

Kleist came down from the stairs, walked towards Cecil, raised his hand, and removed the leaf stuck between her hair.

Even wearing a three-piece suit doesn't make Kleist look any stronger.

Cecil, who was sitting next to him, seemed to have not slept well last night, and fell asleep leaning on her second brother's left shoulder exhausted.

After Cecil fell asleep, Kleist adjusted his sitting posture so that Cecil lay sideways on his lap in a more comfortable way.

Cecil, who was sleeping soundly with his pillow on the young man's lap, naturally didn't care that his messy blond long hair was being gently arranged by the young man with his right fingertips that smelled of paint that couldn't be washed off.

When the car arrived at the destination, Kleist was not willing to wake up his younger sister at all, so Andre faced his younger brother's piercing eyes, and the younger sister who had been doted on by two generations of men in the family wake.

"Ah, it's here."

Cecil scratched his hair in embarrassment, sat up, and walked out from the back seat of the car.

She just stood in this city hit by the cold air, and couldn't help shivering.

The apples on the mountain of Menrex’s house are still just ripe, and they are crisp and sweet, but this city seems to have stepped into winter.

Even though the distance is only about half the state, why does it feel like the difference between the equator and the Antarctic?

When Cecil felt that she was exaggerating, the man's suit jacket had already fallen on her shoulders.

Kleist took off his suit jacket, and covered his younger sister's shoulders with the warm coat.

Cecil smiled sweetly at Kleist.

That smile is sweet and flawless.

Counting down a few years, it was this smile that made Douglas break the rule of never drawing portraits, and the only portraits left on paper. [note 1]

Kleist stared straight ahead, but the corners of his mouth couldn't hide his slight upward smugness.

The two brothers and sisters had no idea at all how much effort the BAU agents had put into their arrival.

Everyone tried to pry Andrew Linford's mouth open, but this serial murderer who planned every murder with a high IQ, a higher EQ, and a calm and rational mind did not give them any openings.

There is nothing to do.

This kind of frustration has not been felt by these elites for a long time.

In desperation, they could only watch helplessly as the two brothers and sisters of the Menrex family sat down.

Andre didn't go in, but stood outside with the two leaders of BAU, looking at the scene inside the house through the one-way glass.

The FBI agents stood in the corner of the room. They controlled the overall situation in the house and prepared all kinds of countermeasures for Lin Ford if he attacked. Those who deserve it should be prepared to leave here quickly.

Cecil and Kleist sat on one side of the table, one on the left and one on the right, and the members of the BAU stood behind them, ready to react.

On the other side of the table was Andrew Linford, who was handcuffed and his movements were completely restricted.

The serial murderer who may be the most intelligent and educated serial murderer in American history, after seeing the two siblings of the Menleks family, thanks to the pervasive and convenient modern network, Lin Ford has confirmed the reality of these two people from their appearance identity.

This is definitely not a "professional" specially recruited by the FBI for the sake of cliche.

The joy in his eyes gradually receded, and the joy was gradually replaced by ridicule.

"I can't believe it, that's all."

Linford looked terribly disappointed.

Cecil she was unmoved.

She doesn't waver from the malice behind such remarks.

Lin Ford chattered a lot of things, but no one was touched by any of the two brothers and sisters. The two of them just sat there silently, listening quietly to where a murderer was yelling. say something.

This is exactly what the two brothers and sisters, BAU and Menrex, agreed upon.

Lin Ford is a sophist who is good at sophistry and good at making people follow his language pace. He has fooled the FBI agents more than once. What's worse, the FBI people can't tell the truth in Lin Ford's words, and The BAU people were completely unable to get anything useful from Lin Ford.

Those psychological things are the professional fields that Lin Ford has conquered.

Anyway, Linford's conditions didn't specify the reaction of the Menrex brothers and sisters, and he didn't mind if they kept silent.The serial killer has an arrogance that never goes against what he says.

What a nasty habit, isn't it?

"you're so boring."

Suddenly, Cecil spoke.

This was different from what was said before. Several BAU agents wanted to prevent her from continuing, but she had already said what she wanted to say.

"what?"

Obviously, the serial murderer with the highest degree of education since the founding of the United States was stunned by this sentence.

His chattering speech was interrupted.

Cecil said: "You look for the so-called desire for control in underage girls, and you regard the cause of all this as some kind of stupid thing, but the satisfaction you want to seek is that you have to kill as many people as you want. I realize that because your emptiness can never be filled by the desire to kill, all you get are soulless corpses, just like yourself.”

"Don't worry," Kleist comforted, but what he said added fuel to the fire, "Throughout history, there have been many murderers like you, and you are not alone."

"Do not--"

Lin Fu shouted excitedly.

"I am unique!!"

Look, just a few words from the two Menleks brothers and sisters had irritated him so much that he couldn't figure it out.

But no matter how ugly the analysis before, Lin Ford could block it all with a smiling mask, but because of these few words, his face changed——

why?

"Do not."

Kleist shook his head.

"I am the only one. You are just a person who repeats the methods and targets of killing. Poor, you can't even find something to fill your empty heart."

"Come on, tell me how many people you killed and where the bodies were buried."

The airy, coaxing tone came out of Cecil's mouth, and her purpose was clear.

She was just clarifying what everyone knew.

"Oh, do you think I'm so stupid?"

Even if his intentions were exposed, Cecil remained unwavering: "If you don't say it, go to the electric chair. If I think of you, you are a poor wretch without originality."

Kleist gave the final blow at this time: "Say it, whether you live or die, I will remember that there was a madman who killed so many people. Unless he said it himself, no one can find those people. Where is the body?"

Lin Fut stared at the two brothers and sisters for a while, and finally laughed wildly under their firm gaze.

The speed at which he compromised was unbelievable.

As he walked through the door, Cecil turned sideways to look at Linford inside the room - Linford looked at her, of course - clutching the blazer draped over her shoulder with her left hand, her right hand held by her hair It seems to be pressing down something that does not exist on the head——

Then, she smiled softly, shyly and embarrassedly.

After Lin Ford saw Cecil's move, he was stunned.

Then suddenly put his face on the table.Weeping again, and laughing out loud again.

"It's that painting!"

The genius of the BAU, Dr. Spencer Reid, immediately understood the meaning of Cecil's gesture.

Apparently, because of Lin Ford's status as "a brainless fan of the Menleks father and son", the BAU members who have studied almost all the paintings published by Douglas and Kleist in the world all thought of Douglas's paintings. That pair was a "posthumous work" published before his death.

Anyone who has seen that painting will of course still remember the name of the painting "Gift".

"The girl in the painting is pressing the wreath with her left hand. She is left-handed, but she..." Rhett was referring to Cecil, of course, "she is using her right hand."

"That person in the painting is our mother—Cecilia."

Andre slowly told the misunderstandings that the three brothers and sisters of the Lex family had never explained to the world.

"Cecilia eloped with Douglas, who was 15 years older than her, when she was 20 years old. The two of them gave birth to a girl the next year, but she had scarlet fever. At that time, Douglas was penniless. They He was so poor that he couldn't even afford to rent a house, and missed the best opportunity for treatment, so he could only watch his eldest daughter die...

Later, when Cecil was born, the two of them were ecstatic—I've never seen them so ecstatic.But within a few months, they discovered Cecil's fatal visual flaw——

Cecilia died of illness when Cecil was three years old. Doctors said she was "torn by guilt and had no desire to live".Cecil had never seen what Cecilia looked like, and Douglas had painted her that way.That was the scene when he fell in love with Cecilia at first sight. "

So that painting is not Douglas' posthumous work, it was just taken out and made public after his death.

Andre made his own evaluation on this matter lightly.

"To put it bluntly, Linford just fell in love with the person in the painting. The saddest thing is that he took the person in the painting as Cecil.

Speaking of which, let me say, why is the name Andrew Linford so familiar? He has made an appointment with my secretary to see Cecil a few years ago... I will not introduce Cecil to This kind of crazy guy.

If he used the method of killing people and making a deal because he wanted to see Cecil... this man is absolutely crazy. "

In a sense, it was Andre's "rejection" out of normal thinking that caused so many people to die.

He was guiltless, unwavering.

"You...why don't you tell me about this?"

The BAU's press officer—Jennifer Jeange—JJ looked at André Menrex, who, no matter how handsome he was, was disgusting to her.

"Miss, don't get me wrong." Andre looked at JJ, showing a hypocritical and disgusting smile, "We don't have the obligation to tell the public about this kind of thing—even if it's that Lin Ford, even if it's Nor should he be treated differently before and after he commits a crime."

Lexter and Cecil, who were walking towards him, asked in unison, "Who is Linford?"

After hearing this, Andre covered his stomach and laughed loudly under the watchful eyes of several people in BAU who were looking at each other.

"Don't bully your fans like this."

Cecil asked back with a smile: "Why not?"

And the breath of life on Kleist's body is gradually fading.

His condition looked little better than that of a dead man.

Cecil, who was as delicate as a budding flower, quickly walked up to Reid, smiled sweetly at him, and said, "Can we exchange cell phone numbers?"

Kleist's whole body came alive in an instant.

It seems that if Dr. Rhett wanted to give Cecil his mobile phone number, and he also got a call from Cecil, this elder brother who was almost obedient to his sister to the point of dying, would surely become a god of revenge. Do everything possible to get him into hell.