[Comprehensive] Live broadcast every day

Grace followed Bruce to a construction site that was being demolished.

It was very late now, the construction site was quiet, and there was no one there.

The two hid in a corner and began to exchange existing information.

"What do you know from the BAU about the streamer?" Bruce asked.

Grace frowned slightly and replied, "Not too much."

She told Bruce about the information she had received at BAU.

It's just some modus operandi and information about the victim. The most useful thing may be the location where the victim was killed.

"Do you have a map?" Grace asked.

Of course, Batman would not disappoint. He raised his arm and tapped a few buttons on it, immediately projecting the map of New York on the wall.

"Very good," Grace raised her eyebrows in admiration, and pointed to several places, "This is the place where he killed those women."

"He also committed the crime tonight." Her voice sank a little.

Bruce raised his hand and tapped the keyboard on his forearm, marking all the locations.

"The woman from before, she said that someone was going to target you," he said in a cold voice, "it came so fast."

Mentioning this incident, Grace's guilty conscience welled up again, but she pretended to ignore what happened.

"It's still the one who has a grudge against me," Grace sneered. "It seems that I survived at the beginning, which made him feel very uncomfortable."

Even the method of killing the victim was chosen in the way that hurt Grace in the first place, which shows this person's obsession with Grace.

"According to the geographical profile given by BAU, he will be active in this area."

Grace gestures to a large area, which Bruce quickly marks on the map.

"But the problem is..." She paused when she said this, as if she had a headache.

"Not sure if BAU's profiling applies to streamers." Bruce knew what she meant.

Grace nodded, stared at the projection, pointed to the place where the incident happened a few hours ago and spoke.

"Let's go to this place first," she suggested. "There were so many people at that time, I didn't take a closer look at the scene."

Bruce agreed. They have very few clues now, so it's better to investigate from the latest location.

*****

The alley was blocked by several yellow lines, and there were two police officers patrolling not far away, presumably to prevent the prisoners from returning to the scene.

Of course Grace and Bruce wouldn't enter the alley from the main entrance.

The two first came to the high-rise building next to the alley, and then used the sling to fall until they stepped on the ground.

Grace used the wall as a cover, carefully looked at the patrolling police officers, and made sure that they would not come over for a while.

"How?" She turned her head and asked aloud.

Bruce squatted down, observing the large expanse of blood that had dried up on the ground, and then stood up to look at the blood scattered on the wall.

"She was dragged into the alley," he said, "pressed against the wall, directly..."

He made an upward swing motion against the wall, and the blood splatter followed his motion.

"Is it possible to leave any traces?" Grace came over and looked closer to the wall.

A large piece in the middle was not splashed with blood, and only one piece seemed to be wiped by something until it reached the ground.

"The blood stain took on a dragging shape and was caused by the victim sliding down against the wall."

Grace suddenly saw something different and squatted down.

"Bruce, give me a little light."

As soon as she finished speaking, a small beam of light fell on the wall she was looking at.

It was a very incomplete handprint, only the front part of the fingertips, and a few places were blurred.

"The live broadcaster squatted down and put his hands on the wall?" Grace was a little confused, "Why? If he wants to watch the pain of the victim before death, wouldn't standing be more in line with their style?"

Almost every broadcaster she met looked at them with a condescending attitude.

Bruce thought for a while, then shook his head: "It's hard to judge."

The amount of information is still too little.

"The time when the victim was killed was after eight o'clock in the evening. At this time, there is no one on the street."

"He's covered in blood, it's too obvious to walk on the street." Grace frowned, she really didn't understand why there were no witnesses.

Due to the live broadcaster's method of killing, the blood splashed on his body must not be sporadic.

"What if he acted like us?"

Bruce looked up at the wall they had just come down from.

"Then I'm more inclined, and he flipped over to the other side."

Grace turned and faced the depths of the alley, which was a dead end.

The two walked to the innermost side and observed the wall. Bruce stopped at one place, raised his hand and touched it, and found that there was indeed a depression there.

"Here, it was gouged by something." He narrowed his eyes.

The firmness of this kind of brick wall is average, and it will be broken if it is smashed by something.

Grace scanned around and found the abandoned iron pipes piled aside not far away.

"...Is he helping him climb the wall?" Grace looked strange.

This live broadcaster won't be possessed by someone with limited mobility this time, right?

Why did he suddenly squat down and support the wall with his hands, but he couldn't climb a wall of this height?

However, he has the strength to drag a grown woman into an alley and stab her to death with a dagger, which is too strange.

"Maybe, something happened to him suddenly." Bruce guessed.

"That's the only explanation, let's turn over."

After Grace finished speaking, she jumped on the spot, hung her hands on the edge of the wall, pulled her body up with one force, and stretched her legs to reach the other side.

"Bruce?" She was sitting on the edge of the wall, just about to jump off, but found that someone didn't respond.

"……nothing."

Bruce withdrew his gaze, and quickly turned it up.

He just saw Grace's dexterous movements and unconsciously remembered some past events.

When the two of them were still wandering in some unknown city in China, they often avoided the people who were chasing them.

At that time, although he was already tall enough, Grace was just a small one through and through, and due to malnutrition, she was really very short.

He would skillfully help Grace sit on the high wall, climb over the wall by himself, and hug Grace who jumped off.

As for now, Grace certainly doesn't need him [-]%.

The two landed lightly one after another without making a sound.

"Ah," Grace suddenly realized after landing, "You don't remember the past, do you?"

Because she experienced a near-death state, she doesn't remember the past very clearly.

But once a similar situation occurs, the memory will always come up from the depths of my mind.

This isn't unusual either, it's happened to Grace a lot over the years.

Perhaps it was because her childhood memory was clearly divided into two pieces.

A small part is the daily life of being beaten and scolded by the alcoholic father, and the other big part is the days and nights of wandering on the street with Bruce.

So, most of what I remember has to do with Bruce.

After all, who wants to think about the father who didn't do anything a father should do except donate a sperm?

Bruce was caught off guard by what was on his mind, and was suddenly a little embarrassed.

Thanks to his hood, Grace couldn't see his expression at all.

When Grace saw that he was silent, not even saying a rebuttal, she knew she must be right.

She chuckled lightly and teased, "Bruce, I didn't expect you to be so nostalgic."

Bruce pretended that he didn't know anything, and walked a few steps forward, only to find some sporadic blood on the ground.

"Grace." He pointed to the ground, motioning her to look.

Grace restrained the smile on her face, and walked a few steps forward in the direction of the blood.

"Also," she said.

The two walked along the trace until they reached the street, but the trace suddenly broke.

"There are no traces." Grace rubbed the center of her brows, she should know that this is not so easy.

If it was that easy, the police and the BAU would have found someone long ago.

"Go ahead." Bruce felt that it was not time to give up.

Although it was late at night, in order to avoid accidentally encountering any passers-by, they chose to avoid the avenue and walk in a relatively secluded place.

"We're actually walking around the area you marked out earlier."

Bruce looked at the mini-map projected by the tiny projector on his arm, showing areas marked in red.

"So, BAU's geographic profiling is accurate."

Broadcasters are nothing special, they are just people.

But after another block, the two suddenly noticed someone walking towards them.

The two quickly and vigilantly hid in the alley, only to find that it was just... a homeless man.

There seems to be nothing wrong with walking past a bum this time.

However, the next few homeless people walking past is not quite right.

They were all in a hurry, walked fast, and looked a little scared.

"Bruce, what building is there?"

After all the homeless men had left, Grace walked out of the alley and saw a building in the direction from which the homeless men came.

"It used to be an apartment building. After the company that bought the land closed down, no other company accepted it, so it didn't continue to be rebuilt."

Bruce looked it up and replied.

"It's not surprising that homeless people congregate there."

The two looked at each other.

"Am I thinking what you're thinking?" Grace asked.

"I think we were both thinking about the same thing."

Bruce nodded at her.

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Why does the master refuse to admit that he remembered the past?

Because this is a disguised admission, the fact that he still wants to hold Grace high and hug her.

Master: ……… (takes out the bat mark)

Author: Wait, wait, I'm talking nonsense, I'm talking nonsense... Ugh

The author died again and again.

There is a notice today, that is, this article will finally enter v (cover your face

It’s really a difficult journey. The data in this article is so bad that I doubt my life. Fortunately, I have the little angels to accompany me all the way. Thank you QUQ

Because the data is too bad, it is inevitable to fall into v, if you don’t want to fall too much, let’s start from chapter 61

I entered v on May 5st, and it needs three updates on that day, but the author of the three-dimensional element has been so busy that he has gone crazy (you should also be able to see from the update time that is generally getting later and later), so he has to stop tomorrow for a day Save a manuscript, there will be three changes on the day of entering v, everyone forgive me

No more nagging, thank you again mua!