Mr. Siren [Comprehensive British and American]

Every case is like a jigsaw puzzle, the links are closely connected, and the absence of any small piece will make people confused about the whole situation. Similarly, once the key piece of the puzzle is obtained, everything in sight All suddenly became enlightened.

In this case, those close to the victim were all perpetrators of school violence, and most of the old events are unrecognizable. Although I began to repent for the mistakes I made when I was young and frivolous, but who offended me at that time? How many people, even they themselves can't remember clearly.

"'I will perform my duty on your behalf, bring disasters down, and make the evil ones suffer their own consequences.' These are the original words in the murderer's recording. This 'evil person', we think, is the person the murderer wants to take revenge on, and he wants them to feel the same. to the same pain as myself."

"But note that the murderer wants to retaliate against those who participated in the bullying of the elders on campus, but he attacked their young juniors. This shows that he has suffered the same injury, which means that the people he is close to are very likely to be him. The child was irreversibly injured in the school violence, and judging from his cruel methods, it is very likely that the child did not survive."

"However, the age range of the victims and the elders shows that this tragedy should have happened many years ago, and something has happened recently that has rekindled his anger that had been calmed down. Let him develop to the point of murder."

"We're looking at the connections between victims, and every victim of school bullying by seniors could be our perpetrator."

"Watch out for people who have moved to the city within the last month, we're looking for a hunter who has every target carefully selected, doesn't show any signs of struggle, and is either physically strong enough to subdue a victim in one blow Or, or have the affability to persuade the victim to leave with a stranger."

"He has a place where he can imprison the victim, which is secluded enough to be unobtrusive, and he also has a vehicle to move the body. According to the testimony of witnesses at the kidnapping scene, it should be an ordinary family car."

"The murderer had the power to hang people upside down from trees and drown people. We can identify him as a male, over 50 years of age, but he was strong enough and ruthless. He knew exactly what he was doing and Proud of that."

"So he will not choose to be arrested if he may be arrested. Please be careful if you find anything."

Reid and Wendy sat together and recalled those former high school classmates, those classmates who were targeted and bullied because of their thin body, poor family, or too good grades like Reid. The fact that she doesn't know each other means that she doesn't remember who those little characters were before, not as much as Reid remembers.

Most of these students have no contact with each other. Although a class reunion was held not long ago, everyone knows that these former "freaks" would never be willing to attend such a party, and even the gate of high school is closed. Reluctant to step in.

Based on the names provided by Reid, Garcia took great pains to look up the other person's biography. These people basically lived an ordinary life after graduation, married and had children, and there was nothing to show for it. At first glance, there was no one who matched the profile.

But many of them are participating in anonymous online mutual aid associations with various names, mental health and self-awareness, etc. Most of them are mutual aid associations to help them get out of their psychological shadows. Obviously, the tragic experience in their teenage years has caused a lot of damage to their lives. Influence.

"You too..." Wendy looked at Reid's tense face and asked in a low voice, she didn't know how to continue after she just said the beginning.

"I have a master's degree in Sociology and Psychology." Reid said indifferently, his eyes quickly flicked across the large amount of materials Garcia faxed - she copied almost all the chat room records, and screened out the ones that were obviously irrelevant, The rest of the brain was sent out.

He didn't have any interest in chatting with Wendy, right now he just wanted to quickly solve this case that had been bringing back uncomfortable memories for him, and then go home and sleep peacefully under the blanket.

Triton doesn't know how long it will take to resolve the affairs in Europe. Although he is reluctant to admit it, Reid does miss him a little bit.

He spent the whole day reading through the large amount of chat records piled up on the table. The information full of negative emotions made people feel depressed. Because of the anonymity, the real thoughts of those people were exposed in the chat room.

——Living in the memories every day, it’s so painful.

——I wish I had died then.

—No one understands me.

--I'm so desperate, help me.

--I really want to die.

……

——I really want to kill him, so that he can also taste my pain.

— agree.

- Let's do it.

- Waste elimination.

——It's too easy to die, do you want to make him more painful?

The rhythm of Reid's browsing suddenly stopped, his eyes stopped on the words "a little more painful", and he got up to dig out the rest of the materials from the same anonymous chat room.

——We can talk carefully. 5/15

- The first victim is missing. 5/18

—Do you want him to suffer? 8/20

- The second victim is missing. 8/22

— come to me. 9/10

— The third victim is missing. 9/12

Every few days after this person went online, a victim would disappear. Some of the people who talked to him disappeared in the chat room, and although some did not disappear, they seemed much more lively from the writing.

This is the chat room.

Reid called Garcia.

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Far away in Europe, Triton put the shaped and polished scales into a small box and stuffed them into the large-capacity expansion pocket that he carried with him. The scars on the tail of the fish had not yet healed, and when they turned into legs, the inner thighs were close to the arteries. There will also be a deep wound at the location, with a thin layer of scab forming in front of the surface, and the bruises spread under the skin, so that large pieces of skin are showing a terrible bruise.

But the pain is really not so painful. Triton wrapped up the wound himself to prevent the blood from leaking out and staining his pants. The flexibility of activities is no different from usual.

He was dressed very formally and grandly today, a pure black suit with inconspicuous dark patterns embroidered on the corners of the same color, matched with a tie of the same color, tied with a complicated Windsor knot, and pressed on a white shirt.

The gilt pocket watch chain was hidden between the skirts, and the old butler prepared a top hat and a cane for him. The cane was engraved with subtle patterns, and the handle was shiny and extravagant gemstones.

"I'm leaving." Triton put his top hat on his head, lowered his position slightly, and tapped his cane on the floor, making a small sound.

"I will prepare dinner for you." The old butler bowed slightly, watching Triton leave him with downcast eyes.

What Triton was going to attend was a funeral, and the more powerful the person was, the more likely he was to commit suicide. The old king, who had been honestly able to survive for a few years, had to make some drama by contacting the old ministry in order to turn over, but it happened Knowing people is not clear, looking for Sean's loyal subordinates who were buried in the royal family, and then they were sold out, and they went to see God sooner than expected.

Although the situation will inevitably be turbulent for a period of time because of his death, it just happened to complete a major reshuffle, completely turning the forces that still have various thoughts into history.

When this winter passes, Triton wants to bring his own humans to live in Europe for a period of time, so that those manors that have been repaired and vacant every year will really come in handy.

Well, you read that right, "those" estates.

This damn rich guy.

Triton came very low-key and very early this time. The media at the scene consciously buried their heads in debugging the equipment and pretended not to see his car driving past. The group of readers who howled for him to fill in the hole would never know that Triton was not doing well. I coded at home and ran to the funeral.

Speaking of which, he didn't deliver the manuscript on time again this month.

When he arrived, few guests had arrived. He pretended to express his condolences to the quasi-king he had raised, and comforted her with the queen's murderous eyes. When I get old, the white hair on the sideburns has already made my expression haggard, but my eyes are still so sharp and clear.

She won't be defeated so easily.

But there were no storms.

Triton maintained a polite smile on the corner of his mouth and put a white rose on the old king's coffin. He pressed his hat and turned away before the media began to broadcast live.

A king-level funeral is naturally indispensable to the media. The old king is not someone who has made outstanding achievements. He has always successfully disguised himself as a mascot. After his death, the ordinary people just mourned symbolically. He turned his attention to the big figures who appeared at the funeral.

This is the prince who is about to ascend the throne, which country's king is that?

As for the turbulent undercurrent hidden under the peacefulness of singing and dancing?

I'm sorry that the people of Dousheng have no interest in caring.

In the era of entertainment until death, death is like a national carnival.

Come quietly, go quietly, the people who talk about it will never know who manipulated this flashy farce.

Triton spent the afternoon in the concert hall. Today, an extremely wonderful opera is being staged here. The writer is a musical genius named Phantom. Not long ago, his obituary was published in the newspaper, informing everyone that this mysterious genius has passed away. After passing away, he was buried in secret according to his last wish, without the need for future generations to worship, so his fans decided to hold a concert here to express their condolences.

There is no need for tickets or certificates, as long as you are neatly dressed and do not bring food and drink, you can enter the venue. The aisles are full of people but there is no noise. The actors on the stage perform for free, as if they are tireless. one game.

The crystal lamps are shining, and the clothes on the stage are melodious, and everything seems to have returned to the era of luxury and luxury, and the corners of the skirts are full of rococo luxury.

Triton stood in the corner and listened all afternoon. He thought his old friend would be happy. It's always nice to be remembered for his music, but his kind might not be so happy. Adaro's possessiveness Always very childish.

But... since they are all dead, it doesn't matter.

He took off his top hat, smiled and applauded with the audience.