[Comprehensive British and American] HE saves the world

"So what do you want to know?"

As Will sat with Ida in the garden, he asked her this.Ada noticed that he was a little restless, his fingers were twitching unconsciously, his body was facing a different direction from hers, his muscles were tense, and his toes were also subconsciously heading towards the path to leave, which was a way he might not even be aware of It was an instinctive reaction that appeared for the convenience of escaping.

...social barriers.

She came to a conclusion.

"Seiko Saki, go and wait for me over there." She turned her head and nodded slightly to AI, "I will tell you when we finish talking."

"Yes."

Sakiko didn't ask any extra words, just bowed slightly, and then went to the other side of the corridor, under the shadow of the marble pillars, where they couldn't see.

After Sakiko left, Will Graham seemed to feel less uncomfortable.His involuntary tremors gradually subsided.Since he didn't have to make eye contact with Ada, he seemed to be much better, but he didn't know if it was because the previous question hadn't been answered, so he opened his hands and fell silent as if he didn't know what to say.

"Well, I want to know how to get into the perspective of the murderer by observing the crime scene? I know that crime scene investigation is a very serious study, but I want to know some... empathy details. For example, the murderer Will the location of the venue chosen reveal part of his thinking?"

The blind girl raised her hand and pointed to a precise place.Will Graham had noticed earlier that the color of the floor tiles there was different from the surrounding ones, and a few lines of writing were embedded in brass on the black marble. There were many flower bouquets overlapping on it, covering up the text, and Will could only vaguely see The top line is a name.

"For example, like there, why do you think the murderer chose to kill in that place?"

Will Graham didn't answer her immediately, but stood up, walked slowly to the dark floor tiles, squatted down, and stretched out his hands to push aside the overlapping bouquets, revealing the rows of brass castings. Text.

【Euphemia L. Britannia

1975年10月11日——2000年4月28日

Beautiful rose, sincere and generous friend, we will always remember you. 】

really……

He let go of his hand, stood up silently, looked around the garden, and carefully examined the geographical environment here.

He had also seen the files of the shooting at Gotham University in 2000, so when Will Graham stood here, the appearance of the remains in the photos at the scene clearly appeared in front of his eyes.

At this moment, the scene in front of him suddenly blurred.As if going back in time, as if the old days reappeared, in his field of vision, the scenery changed.

——April, the weather is fine and sunny.

The cloudy sky faded from the originally gloomy sky, and the sunlight poured wantonly and indulgently on the earth, passing through the promenade, casting faint shadows.And a young woman with purple eyes and bright long hair came from the other end of the corridor - she was going through the flower bed.Under her feet, the black floor tiles set up as a memorial turned into the same color as the surroundings.

Everything seems to be back to that day.

Will took a step back subconsciously, and he frowned subconsciously.

wrong.

he thinks.

This perspective is wrong.

"Agent Graham?"

The young girl's voice fell into Will's ears, but he didn't pay attention to it. He stood up straight and unconsciously walked around the flower bed.

No, no, this perspective is wrong.

He raised his head anxiously and looked at the surrounding buildings.His eyes stopped at the exit of the teaching building.

—Perhaps someone will come from there and attract attention.

Will knew that he had now merged into the murderer's perspective, and he was thinking about him—where would I choose.

He eventually stopped behind a tree.

Here it will not attract the attention of others.

Thus, the image of the dead became clear.The young woman was coming from there, and she wanted to get back to the venue, so she was going through here—but she stopped.

why?

—Yes, because I called her.

The woman who turned her back to him turned her head and looked at him with a smile, and then her expression froze, because I——

I was pointing a gun at her.

I pulled the trigger|trigger.

She fell down with an expression of disbelief, all of this happened so quickly that she had no time to react, nor did she have time to take out the self-defense weapon in her handbag——

She is dead.

--and then?

—and what did I do?

"Agent Graham?"

Will Graham's thoughts stopped.He shook his head, shaking those chaotic thoughts out of his brain, and when he opened his eyes again, the world in front of him had returned to normal.With a worried expression, the blind girl leaned over from the wheelchair and stretched out her hand towards him.

"Are you all right?" she asked.

"No, it's okay..." Will took two deep breaths, and walked back to her, "The murderer is a very cautious person, and he is very familiar with the environment of this university, he knows when someone will come, and he knows where to hide Where it will not attract the attention of the victim, he chose this place because it is a place he is familiar with."

Seeing the blind girl listening intently, Will felt a bit difficult. Personally, he didn't want to have any contact with this strange woman, but if he wanted her to truly understand him, he told her if……

Will struggled for a while, but raised his hand hesitantly, clasped the armrest of the wheelchair with his fingers, and pulled the girl to the place where he stopped just now.

"He's standing here." He said, stretching his arms again, turning the wheelchair about 35 degrees, so that the girl's face was facing the direction of the corridor, "When the girl came over, he called out from behind." her, and then shot her."

When Will said this, he paused again.

"The victim had no defensive injuries or signs of struggle, nor did she take out the self-defense weapon she put in her bag, indicating that the murderer's appearance must not have very distinctive features."

He spoke quickly, let go of the wheelchair, and stood opposite her, letting his shadow block the girl's face.

"He's not a very attractive person, otherwise he doesn't need to hide and wait for his prey, let alone the kind of playboy who can deceive girls with just a few words. But he also has no attractive features, no exaggeration costume, no bright hair color, no noticeable deformity, or a stutter. He's the kind of guy that's so common in college that you wouldn't be surprised to be approached by him."

"He?" The girl asked softly.

"It's highly likely to be a white male." Will paused and added, "If it's black, female, or a minority, it's hard not to be a victim-like type when there's no one else present. attention of white girls.”

"..."

The girl showed a subtle expression, but she didn't refute his words.

"However, there are still too few clues." Will sat down by the flower bed and briefly concluded, "The current clues are not enough to support more inferences... Why do you want to ask about this case? It's just a momentary curiosity , or is there another reason?"

"The victim...she was my friend."

The girl lowered her head slightly, her slender hands unconsciously clasped tightly on the armrest of the wheelchair.

"...Sorry." Will said dryly.

"It's nothing, I just want to apologize to you." The girl shook her head, with a trace of guilt on her face, "I'd rather trouble you, I'm sorry."

"..."

Will didn't answer her, just turned his head in silence, rubbing the upper arm of his left arm unconsciously with his right hand.

"It doesn't matter." He said after a while, "Someone wanted to transfer this case to our department..."

To be more precise, it was handed over to him.

"But I was not in good shape at the time, so I didn't participate."

Cornelia L. Brittania, a strong woman serving in Congress, used almost all the power and contacts she could use to find out who killed her sister.At that time, if Will's mental condition was not so bad that he couldn't go out to work, she probably would have brought him to Gotham.

"So..." She sighed meaninglessly.

"What you wanted to ask earlier was advice on empathy and crime scene investigation, right?"

Will recalled their previous conversation and turned the topic to academic discussions.

"The issues in this area are complicated..."

He stroked his messy curly hair and scratched it to make it even more messy.Then there was an explanation full of technical terms of one kind or another.

To sum it up, there are probably three things.

【Attention to detail】

【Attention to evidence】

【Pay attention to tone and wording】

"……thank you for your help."

Ada nodded and smiled at Will Graham.

"I sort of know what to do," she said.

"That's good." Will nodded slowly, moved his hands uncomfortably, and turned his head sideways, "I'll go first."

"Thank you very much this time."

Ada thanked him again, and the other party only replied briefly "nothing", and then left.

"Saki Seko."

She called out to the AI, and then felt her outstretched hands fall into a pair of slightly cold hands.

"What do you want me to do?" the AI ​​asked.

"Do me a favor," she whispered. "Get me there."

Sakiko didn't ask where it was, but silently pushed her to the memorial black marble, and then supported her, making the girl who couldn't stand on her own feet slowly kneel down on the cold floor tiles.

When her fragile knees and calves were pressed against the marble, Ada shivered from the coolness, then she took a deep breath, put her palms on the floor tiles next to her, and let go of all the perceptions that belonged to Nunnally.

In an instant, she seemed to have returned to that day again.

The April sunshine fell on her face again, the spring flowers once again filled the garden, and the fragrance of plants lingered in her nose again.

She "saw" herself coming forward, her brisk steps tapping the marble floor.

The feelings of that moment were all passed into her mind at this moment.

Ada recalled the tone in which the man spoke the first sentence to her at that time.

"Eupemia?"

— both certain and uncertain.

Nunnally's perception told her so.

What is he confirming.He doesn't know himself.He has not seen himself.His target was Euphemia, but he wasn't sure she was.

—is a stranger.

The sixth sense told her so.

Then, the bullet passed through Euphemia's (her) chest.This time, Ada saw his expression before falling down.

He is laughing.

He smiled and said the second sentence to her - "Welcome to Gotham."

Welcome to Gotham.

Welcome...to...

Ada clenched her fists tightly.

—The murderer was a native of Gotham.

The author has something to say:

I tried my best to post the original style.

The crime scene investigation, criminal psychology, etc. in this chapter have no research evidence, so I will just write about it and you can read it casually, don’t be serious with me... blah, blah

Say something cheerful.

Just, does anyone remember that I pushed a pirate fanfic in my last book, the three green generals in Marin Vandor... Cough, it is "I am a spy in Marin Vandor".That was written by Chazhi.Everyone who read it said NB.

Let me tell you, Zhijiang is the only real mother among our gay friends.

One day we were idle chatting, chatting and chatting and found that Zhijiang was the only one who hadn't killed the heroine (it's called killing if she didn't kill), the audience was silent at that time.

Zhi Jiang jumped up like a little white rabbit who had strayed into a quagmire: Have you all killed anything! ?I thought it was just a dream! ! !

Me: Because only I am more sincere.