[Zhongyingmei] After all, I'm not a devil

"Hello." Clark Kent also recognized Coco, "Are you coming to the meeting too?"

"That's right." Coco pulled out the chair, took out her badge and shook it, and said helplessly, "I major in criminal psychology, come with my supervisor."

"Is your advisor Dr. Hannibal?" Clark Kent had already conducted a survey of the people who attended the meeting before he came, but at this time, he was afraid that Ke Ke would feel that he knew too much and would be offended, so he asked deliberately.

Unlike the police, Clark Kent discovered something was wrong when the first victim appeared, but the man behind the scenes really hid too well, all the victims had nothing to do with each other, they were completely strangers to each other people.

It can even be said that they have never been to a 7-11.

If you try to find the only thing in common between them, it is probably that they are all metropolitan people.

But that's not enough to find a serial killer.

"Yeah, do you know my mentor?" Coco asked.

"If you say you know each other, it probably doesn't count. Let's put it this way, all the reporters who came here today have investigated the people who will be present at the meeting, and among them, your mentor, Dr. Hannibal, probably is Few people want to interview people, and it’s hard not to know them.” Clark Kent shrugged his shoulders at this point, “You know, people are now concerned about who is that murderous murderer? Very interested in the meeting."

Ke Ke added in her heart that not only the masses would be interested in the meeting, but the murderer would also be interested in today's meeting.

There is an irrefutable law in criminal psychology-all murderers will care about his "results".

Therefore, they would rather risk being arrested than give up any opportunity to enjoy their "achievement", which includes returning to the murder scene, paying attention to related news, and participating in related activities.

The FBI has used this law many times to catch many murderers.

"Hey, hey..."

Dr. Mond patted the microphone, and after trying the microphone to work, he cleared his throat and began a long speech.

As soon as Coco saw Dr. Mond coming on stage, she immediately took out the earplugs from her bag and stuffed them into her ears skillfully.

It wasn't that she disrespected Dr. Mond, but his speech was dry and long, more unbearable than an old lady's foot-bindings.

Clark Kent watched her skillful operation and fell silent.

"Need it?" Coco took out another pair of earplugs from her bag.

Clark Kent shook his head in rejection.

He's a reporter, the ethical kind.

After half an hour.

Dr. Mond's words obviously didn't mean to end.

Clark Kent already felt a little uncomfortable physically and mentally.

He looked at Coco, who was fascinated by the Kindle, envious...

Dr. Mond finally finished speaking after half an hour.

He had just stepped off the stage, and there was thunderous applause immediately.

This applause fully expressed the ecstasy in the hearts of many participants at this time!

Coco took off the earplugs on time, dug out the notes and started listening to the meeting.

The meeting was very long, but I have to say that the opinions put forward by these psychologists on this serial murder case were more and more exciting, and there were many opinions that Hannibal rarely nodded.

Ke Ke listened to the meeting and paid attention to the actions of everyone in the meeting.

She was thinking, if she was a serial murderer, she would definitely do her best to attend today's meeting, even if she might be arrested, there is no other reason--for a serial murderer, sitting in a group of people who want to be arrested Among his elites, seeing these idiots helpless, the pleasure is more enjoyable than smoking marijuana, and he will never give up this opportunity.

It is no coincidence.

Clark Kent was also paying attention to everyone's actions.

When their eyes met, Clark Kent froze for a moment, then nodded and smiled knowingly, and whispered, "Let's be careful."

Coco nodded.

The meeting stopped in the middle.

Leave some time for everyone to rest.

Everyone's enthusiasm at the beginning has been worn down to a great extent. Those who go to the bathroom go to the bathroom, those who drink water drink water, and those who take the opportunity to strike up a conversation.

So if there's one or two people missing in the room, no one will notice.

Ke Ke is still observing the situation. A person's reaction is different when he is resting and when his nerves are tense. When a person is relaxed, it is easier to expose his mind.

Clark Kent has already gone to invite Hannibal for an interview.

"Professor, is it true that you have clues about the serial murderer?" In the brightly lit corridor of the hotel, the brown-haired girl in a slim suit smiled and winked at the man, her heart jumped endlessly.

The news of the serial murderer's exclusive clue, if this news broke out, it would at least help her earn six figures, and if she sold it to other newspapers, she would earn even more money.

"Of course it's true, Miss Miranda." The man's eyes were fixed on Miranda's breasts, and he wanted to stick them.

Miranda curled her lips in disgust, but for the sake of benefit, she still pretended not to see the man's eyes.

"So, can you tell me?" Miranda winked coquettishly at the man, and she planned to use her charm to make him obediently tell the clues.

The man seemed to be fascinated, and nodded in a daze: "Okay, go to my room, and I will tell you alone."

Miranda agreed without thinking.

She stepped on thirteen centimeter high heels and followed the man upstairs.

With a smile on the corner of her mouth, she reached into her backpack and turned on the recording function of her phone.

If you want to take advantage of my old lady, my old lady will definitely tell you, an old guy, to walk around without food!

Miranda followed the man to the room.

She didn't mind the fact that the man closed the door, it seemed to her that the old man was so handicapped and clumsy that it would be easy to put him down.

It was easier for her to deal with him than a duck.

"It's now in your room, can you tell me?" Miranda pulled out a sofa chair and sat down, brushed her long fluffy hair, and winked.

"Of course, of course." The man's hands and feet were shaking with excitement, as if he was overwhelmed by Miranda's charm.

Miranda smiled contemptuously, idiot!

"A-Actually, what they just said is wrong!" The man sat opposite Miranda mysteriously, and because of his excitement, his expression looked a bit like a madman.

"Oh, what did they say wrong?" Miranda coaxed the man into saying what she wanted, her eyes fixed on the man.

"Hey, they said one thing wrong, that is, they thought that those people chose to commit suicide because of hypnosis." The man raised his chin as if he was very proud when he said this.

Miranda leaned forward suspiciously, "It's not hypnosis, what is it?"

If she was three points curious just now, she is now ten points.

Everyone, including the police, concluded that it was hypnosis. How can this man be sure that he is not hypnotized?

"So you are really stupid." The man said contemptuously.

Miranda gritted her teeth, held back her anger, and didn't argue with him.

"You think, even if a person is seriously ill in bed, his desire to survive is unimaginable, so how strong a normal person's desire to survive should be, let me tell you, even for patients with depression, their desire to survive is unimaginable." It's underestimated, hypnotizing a person to commit suicide is much more difficult than launching a rocket into the universe." The man talked about it, and he went on and on.

Exactly the same as he was in the meeting.

Miranda didn't notice anything wrong.

She was very excited, this was a surprise!

Miranda carefully guided the man to say what she wanted to hear, "That's not hypnosis, what the hell is it?"

"Don't interrupt!" The man slapped the table angrily, "Listen quietly."

Seeing the arrogant appearance of the man, Miranda would have picked up his high heels and slapped him on the face if he hadn't got clues about the serial murderer from his mouth.

"Do you believe that there is something higher than human existence in this world?" The man lowered his voice and looked around mysteriously, as if he was paying attention to who was looking at him.

The corner of Miranda's mouth twitched, feeling absurd in her heart.

Could it be that she encountered a mental illness?

"Do you know the clue?" Miranda angrily threw the bag on the table, crossed her legs, and took out a silver-blue metal cigarette case from her pocket. She didn't light a cigarette, but just bit it.

"Of course I know!" The man was annoyed by Miranda's questioning attitude, and he said, "Wait, I'll show you something."

The man left this sentence, turned and entered the bathroom.

Miranda glanced at the ceiling, cursed in a low voice, and rubbed a cigarette into a paper cup.

When the old guy comes out, if she doesn't show her anything worth seeing, she will kick the old guy's dick off!

The man came out quickly.

He was holding a scepter-shaped thing in his hand, with a Rubik's cube-shaped gemstone inlaid in the middle.

"What the hell is this?" Miranda felt that she had been tricked, that she wasted so much time, and the old man took this thing out.

She kicked the chair away, picked up the bag on the table, and was about to leave.

The corner of the man's mouth suddenly opened, showing a ferocious smile, "It's not that easy to leave."

Miranda gave the man a disdainful look, "Just what do you want to do with me? If you are sensible, get out of here, or I will beat your dick out!"

This sentence angered the man.

The man picked up the scepter and pointed it at Miranda's forehead.

He grinned ferociously and said, "Go to hell!! Bitch!"