[Zhongyingmei] The clown is actually me

The victim was a lesbian.Neighbors once saw tall women come and go in and out of her house.

tall woman.

Jack looked at the beating bytes on the computer,? Lost in thought, he did see circle-shaped tan marks on the victim's hand, but did not find the ring.He thought the victim was married,? But he didn't expect that she was a lesbian, and the meaning of the ring may be a regular same-sex partner.

Her gay partner...is that woman who is nearly 1.8 meters tall?

The police did not get a positive answer from the neighbors. The victim had a gloomy and withdrawn personality because of his sexual orientation. He left early and returned late every day.She has almost no friends,? Does not have any immediate family members alive,? The only distant relative lives in another city, and has not been in touch for more than 20 years.The reason why the neighbors knew she was a lesbian? It was because the neighbor’s daughter was courted by the victim. After this incident, the victim’s sexual orientation became the talk of the neighbors in the streets and alleys. She was originally withdrawn. Victims have become more solitary.

Lesbian?If Mrs. Shrike who committed the crime was still alive, she should be of the same age as the victim. If the unidentified tall woman is Mrs. Shrike, why did she fall in love with Thomas, the man from Social Security 24 years ago as a woman? 24 years later she became a lesbian,? Did something happen in between that changed her?

No... You shouldn't think so. The Shrike murder case is an indiscriminate serial murder. That is to say, the victim's interpersonal relationship doesn't make much sense in the case. Sometimes the killer and the victim meet for the first time at the moment of the murder.

If I have to say,? It is often the first victim that has great significance to the murderer,? Their first murder is often jerky, like a beast that has just grown up hunting for the first time, full of temptation, so, the first murder One victim usually leaves the most clues.

But this theory does not necessarily hold true in the Shrike murder case, this time the murder may come from a familiar hand.

Jack scratched his hair anxiously. Investigating crimes has always been a hassle. In movies and TV dramas, when a detective finds a clue, he immediately crackles his reasoning, pointing at the prisoner and shouting that you are the murderer, and the prisoner knelt down and cried and confessed. It may happen, but the reality is that the possibility of criminal police finding the murderer through extensive investigation and visits is much greater than reasoning, and detectives are not as useful as criminal police.

If Mrs. Shrike really committed murder to commemorate Bruce growing into an adult like Thomas, why did she change the stabbing to death with a blow to the back of the head.Such a big day worthy of being commemorated by murder should be accompanied by a more authentic murder.

Jack thought for a long time but couldn't come up with any clues. Instead, he felt that he had gotten into a dead end. He was too obsessed with the details of the case, so he failed to grasp the main idea.

He lay on his back on the bed, looking at the snow-white ceiling, his eyes gradually became dizzy.It has to be said that when facing the Shrike murder case, Jack always had a strange feeling, as if he was being pulled by his shoulders and hung in the air, unable to step on the ground at all. This feeling of stepping on the ground without a clue made him depressed and uncomfortable.It used to be just his joke, but now, he thinks that he may really have a soul connection with the psychopath, and every antisocial mentally ill person has a sympathy with him.Thinking about serial murder, his sixth sense was practically tearing at his hair and screaming into her ear: Wrong, that's not the case, you're wrong!

He felt that sooner or later this cry would lift the cover of his heavenly spirit.

What's wrong?

Could it be that... Mrs. Shrike is not as... legendary as he thought?

A few nights later.

Not far from Waderest Harbour, a dark, small, old concrete bungalow, squeezed like stakes in the grassy suburbs, looks like it has a history of half a century, with a hanging on the door of the wooden house. There was a large rusty lock, the wooden boards nailed to the wall were crumbling, and thick moss grew on the rubble of the roof.It's so old it's doubtful the house is wired.

A figure quietly touched the door and opened the iron lock.

He walked in without a sound, did not turn on the light, but followed the path in his memory, quietly touched the corridor, and was about to go to the innermost room. Suddenly, a chuckle came from the depths of the darkness. In the silent night with no other sounds other than the heartbeat, the laughter seemed to come from a ghost. The visitor broke into a cold sweat and shouted in a low voice, "Who?"

"This is the residence left by James Maria's grandmother. Why did you appear here?" The man in the dark laughed a few more times, his arms raised, and in the moonlight falling from the gap in the roof, his palms A faint, metallic light flickered in the center: "Are you looking for this?"

ring!

"I used to think that you were a serial killer. I had other expectations for you. I thought you were brilliant and could kill people for illusory things. You were an idealist who fell in love blindly. But I was very disappointed. You used to be ——But not now.” The voice of the man hidden in the darkness was steady, but his tone was full of disappointment and frustration, and there was a taste of hatred for iron and steel, “Twenty years have passed, and you have turned back into Mrs. Shrike again. , but you didn't commit crimes for Thomas at all, you did it for yourself. You're old, weak, mean, you're held hostage by fear, and you're an incompetent villain. You use your past glory to cover up what you did later The next absurd thing."

The visitor swallowed, and said, approaching the source of the sound silently: "Who are you?"

The voice in the darkness immediately changed direction: "You killed someone, not to commemorate Thomas, but because you were impulsive! You beat her to death with a heavy object. In order to cover up this murder, you had to bring up the old story again. Masquerading her as the victim of an indiscriminate serial murder."

The visitor couldn't stand it anymore, he threw himself on the wall, turned on the light, and the white light filled the entire room and corridor, but he didn't see anyone, and the person who made the sound disappeared along with the darkness, as if he really is a ghost.The visitor took out a slender ice pick from his waist and inspected the dilapidated rooms and corridors. He didn't think that the voice was his illusion, or that it was a ghost seeking his life. After so many years, no ghost entered. In his dream, so there are no evil spirits in this world, someone must have tampered with it secretly.Since the other party was not a policeman and there was only one person listening to the voice, he probably wanted to use this to threaten him and make money.

Moreover, the ring was in the opponent's hand. He knew that his name was engraved on the bottom of the ring. It was the only evidence that could prove that the victim had a connection with him. This is what I searched for.He has to get it back.

He must be hiding somewhere in this house, and he must be forced to show up!

"Come out..." The visitor pushed open the door of the bathroom while speaking, and in the darkness, his pupils were illuminated by faintly flickering blue-white fluorescent light, like a group of jellyfish floating in the lightless deep sea.This is the trace left after the luminol reagent was contaminated with blood. There are large blood-stained fluorescence on the bathtub, floor and sink, most of which are splashes. You can imagine how the victim's skin was cut in the bathroom It's open.

He took a step back, suddenly, he saw a pair of hands appearing beside him, and the next moment, those hands pressed against his nose and mouth, a strong smell of sex rushed into the depths of his mouth and nose, and he Subconsciously wanted to hold his breath, but those thin arms were tightly clamped around his neck like iron hoops. The compression of the carotid artery brought a strong sense of dizziness and suffocation. The physiological reflex made him take a deep breath subconsciously. in one breath.After a while, he collapsed and passed out.

The man was awakened by the sound of water.

He opened his eyes and found himself half lying in the bathtub, with his back pressed against the cold tiles of the wall, and the back of his head was stuck on the edge of the bathtub. He tried to struggle, but his hands and feet were tightly bound, unable to move , the water in the bathtub covered his collarbone, almost clinging to his chin.

"Are you awake?" The person standing by the bathtub smiled at him, showing his white teeth.He was wearing a white dress with sleeves rolled up to the elbows, revealing a section of skin that was whiter than fresh winter snow, almost reflecting under the light.The man stared blankly at the face that had appeared on Gotham's local TV channels several times, as well as the iconic black and green curly hair, thinking about the hero who was officially declared dead by the other party for more than a year. Bad name, couldn't help but swallowed, and no longer had the toughness just now.

The corners of his eyes drooped, and he looked like a petty citizen in panic. He said with a mournful face, "Did you find the wrong person? I'm really not Mrs. Shrike. She's a woman, and I'm a man! If you don't believe me, I'll take off my pants." Confirm for you."

That face was the same as when he was crying in the police station with snot and tears all over his face, it was the client.The police searched his home, found no evidence, and released him without charge. After a few days of silence, he ran out to deal with the ring problem, but he didn't expect to fall into the trap.

"No, I've confirmed that Mrs. Shrike is the maid of the Wayne family. He was raised as a woman. He has been going to the women's bathroom and the women's changing room. No woman found anything wrong with him, but it's like Jack the Ripper With hypospadias, you have bilateral anorchia. Physical and psychological sex differences drive you crazy, and you force yourself to love Thomas in order to prove that you are a woman, until the doctor tells you that you are a man." Jack Shaking the yellowed medical records in her hand, after the death of Thomas and his wife, Mrs. Shrike faked her own death with the corpse of a woman who was close in height and weight, stole the artwork of Wayne Manor, and bought a new one with the stolen money. Identity, settled in another city.That's right, the files back then were so messed up that you could buy legal status, as long as you had enough money.The file in Jack's hand was the medical record of the new identity, which clearly stated that Mrs. Shrike had undergone intra-abdominal cryptorchidism correction surgery and penis reconstruction.

Jack let out a drawn-out, deep sigh. "It's not love, it's just conversion fanaticism. You're disappointing me."

"Wait...wait a minute, even if I killed one person, it doesn't mean I did all the other murders, right?!" Mrs. Shrike was very sure that the identity certificate she bought more than 20 years ago was fake. After so many years, it has become true, and it is almost impossible to overthrow. Jack has almost no evidence except the ring. He can admit to a murder. He only admits that he murdered a victim. There is no complete The chain of evidence, the law can't do anything about him, and the sentence for intentional murder is at most three to 40 years.

Jack smiled at him: "Do I look like someone who can tell evidence?"

Mrs. Shrike was terrified, and it was only then that he realized that it would be better to meet a group of policemen than the psychopath in front of him.After being arrested, at least for a period of time, his life is guaranteed, and he is in the same room with the deadliest criminal in Gotham history, and he doesn't know if he can leave the whole body.Maybe it was because the water was too cold, he started to tremble, and his voice trembled: "What do you want?"

"I want to do an experiment. I made a pact with someone before. He set me free. The price is that I can no longer kill people. I agreed, but recently, I want to bypass this pact. So I need you." Jack Humming a little tune with gusto, catching Mrs. Shrike before Batman and the GCPD put him in a good mood, "Gotham is cold, you know how cold it is, there was a victim alive who was killed Throw the body, and finally freeze to death before the sun rises. This place is too remote, and it takes three and a half hours to walk to the nearest resident. If I leave you here, throw away all the clothing that can cover your body, and you will have to Walk without a trace. There will be a sharp drop in temperature tomorrow morning, and you will be frozen to death if you stay in this house. You have to go out to survive. Maybe you are lucky and can survive, or you meet a kind driver on the road, maybe you will Frozen to death on the road from hypothermia. What I want to know is—if you die, do I kill you?"