[British and American Drama] Mental Correction

Chapter 77

And just two hours after the news was broadcast, at 8:23 p.m. that day, the police station received another report. Yes, the body with the letter 9 on its forehead appeared.

However, different from what the BAU people speculated, according to the numerical definition of "killing sequence", after the discovery of body 15, body 9 has been dead for at least 5 months.However, judging from the autopsy, the death time of the corpse did not exceed 16 hours, and it still maintained a certain degree of "freshness", and the corpse itself did not have traces of being frozen and kept fresh.

Reid: "This is a bit different from the crime scene we found before." At the BAU headquarters, technician Garcia is showing pictures of the scene on the screen.Red looked at the screen and offered his first opinion.

JJ looked at Garcia: "Have you confirmed the identity of the victim?"

"Yes, the victim's name is Allie Mason, female, aged 16, living in XX street, her family reported to the police a month ago that she never came back after school, but no kidnappers contacted her family , so it was treated as a disappearance case after the search."

The handsome black-skinned guy Morgan pondered: "Then is there any connection between her and the former human centipede case?"

"No." Garcia shook his head.

"On the one hand, because the first case happened 6 years ago, Ellie Mason was only 10 years old at the time, and her family conditions were not good. She didn't even have a mobile phone before she went to high school, and her personality was once gloomy and unfriendly. She communicates with people, and her hobbies are also very different from those of teenagers at this age. She is obsessed with board games, and almost all her spare time is spent in the library and other places to learn and understand board knowledge. She does not have her own Social software. So it is impossible to speak on the Internet to attract the attention of criminals."

As she spoke, she switched screens.In the swiping photos, Red offered a pause.What remains on the screen is the bloody face of the deceased and the hands clasped in the lower abdomen.

"Her needle-piercing technique has degraded, hasn't she?" Reid stood up and distributed the information in his hand to his companions: "In fact, even on the first corpse, the murderer never behaved as he did in this case." So bad, no matter which one of the previous corpses, there was no bleeding on their faces or bodies, because the murderer was skilled, and even cleaned the faces of the corpses, as if deliberately trying to make people recognize them .”

Aaron Hooch finally speaks here.He nodded in agreement with a serious expression: "Yes, he has obvious hostility towards all the victims, and he has made no secret of his intention to humiliate them. But in the No. On the contrary, he not only degrades his skills, but at the same time, from the hands of the deceased clasped on the lower abdomen, one can see his...sense of solemnity towards the deceased?"

They concluded: "This is a new case, if defined, a second case of imitation of the human centipede."

Hu Qi looked at Garcia: "But we can now release a profile for the murderer of the first copycat case—"

After half an hour:

When the police officers left and right gathered in the office, they were still openly skeptical of the BAU detectives.The serial murder case that has tortured them for a year, and the murderer (Claire) who was finally locked and wanted only recently discovered that he was completely in the wrong direction.but?but! It hasn't even been a week since the BAU took on the case!Why did they call all the local police officers to issue a profile with such certainty?

Doubt is inevitable, as is frustration.

The person in charge of this profiling is Spencer Read.He has been able to do a good job of explaining this matter in the middle. Even if he is still cramped in some small movements, it will not affect his performance.

He said: "In the first [human centipede imitation case], we found that all the victims targeted by the murderer were all related to the [human centipede] case six years ago."

"The previous victims have publicly published negative remarks against the victims of the case on social networks or announcement occasions, and have attracted attention to varying degrees."

"In all the pictures at the scene, it is not difficult to see the murderer's hostility and hatred for the victims. He stripped off their clothes and fell to the ground in a kneeling position. There was no blood on their faces, and the cleaning was extremely clean , so that people can quickly recognize their identities."

"Simultaneously measure the side to emphasize the traces of stitches on the face and buttocks. This also allows us to narrow down the scope of the murderer faster."

"First of all, he must be related to the human centipede case 6 years ago. This connection may mean that he is a family member of the victim, or he may be one of the survivors of the case."

"His age will not be too old, he will be between 20 and 30 years old, and he is familiar with the Internet and values ​​the power of public opinion."

"From the scene where he never left any clues, it can be seen that the murderer is thoughtful and powerful. At the same time, he has no sympathy and empathy for the victim, and is full of humiliating behavior. It can also be judged that he is cruel and cruel, lacking resonance."

"This kind of person generally doesn't have many friends, and their enthusiasm for socializing is relatively lacking."

"His killing range is not very wide, so we can basically determine his active range—" (Rydra opened the map and marked several areas frequented by criminals).

"And the number of deaths is huge, so he must have a private property that can be used for crimes and is far away from the crowd. And his proficiency in surgery can also determine that the murderer has a certain degree of medical knowledge."

Reid distributed the information handed over by Garcia to the policemen who were closer to him one by one: "These are the 12 suspects who are close to the profile we sorted out. Because the original human centipede case involved a lot of people, they are relatively safe. The range of suspected murderers is also wider."

"And the investigation of these personnel requires the cooperation of the police in the investigation."

This is a successful profiling reasoning.The final result convinced many police officers.but--

"I have a question." A local police officer stood up.He shook the information in his hand: "If your profile is so reasonable, why is the corpse found yesterday not consistent with what you said?"

Rhett glanced at Hu Qi who was standing there, his serious boss nodded silently to him, and Rhett finally stopped worrying about whether he should tell the result of the profile.

He nodded: "Yes, because after profiling, we found that yesterday's case did not belong to the murderer of the first human centipede imitation case."

"The death of the teenage girl is not directly related to the case we are investigating. Then there are only two possibilities: Someone killed the teenage girl and created the idea that she was the work of a recent high-profile serial killer to deflect the focus." .”

"Then what about the second possibility?" the police officer asked again.

Reid pursed his lips with a serious expression: "If it is the second possibility...it is the case of the human centipede, and a second imitator appeared."

Hospital:

Claire swallowed the soup handed to her lips by Mrs. Vido, emphasizing once again that her body is recovering well, and she does not need to boil bone soup for herself every day. This is too hard for her, and Claire feels Distressed and guilty.

In fact, she was not very good at getting along with Mrs. Vidor.Of course, even when she knew they loved each other, the incident in adolescence destroyed her in every way, and Claire moved out of her own home many years ago to live independently.

They will often contact by phone, but the chances of contact in life are very few.

Facing Mrs. Vido's enthusiasm, she only felt sorry and helpless.

And Mrs. Vidor obviously understood this too.She stood up a little disappointed, and took the soup bowl in her hand: "I'll go and wash her up, maybe you want some light salad, and I'll buy some for you later."

She said and left the room.

And 5 minutes later, the door of the ward was pushed open again. Claire, who thought that Mrs. Vidor had gone and returned, did not look up. She focused on the book in her hand and studied the lessons she had left at school, when she heard a strange but familiar voice. sounded.

"You look like you've lost a lot of weight."

Claire raised her face.

The man standing across from her was tall and thin.His emerald eyes seemed to ripple as they stared at each other.Curly chestnut blond hair falls on the forehead, and under the straight bridge of the nose is a tight lip.

This person is Harris.

The clothes on him are not brand new, but they are clean and decent, which shows that he has not lived in a bad way during the time of his disappearance, at least it has nothing to do with being displaced.

He has changed a lot.His body, which was a little obese due to the effects of drugs, now looks extremely thin, which makes his facial features that have grown up in adulthood finally reveal the handsomeness and beauty that he inherited from his mother.

Especially those emerald green pupils, after looking at Claire, Harris lowered his eyes as if in shock, the shadows cast by his slender eyelashes on his fair face, they trembled and flickered, trying to pass through such Ways to prevent the other party from prying into his heart.

He looked vulnerable, sensitive... and utterly melancholy.

Claire pursed her lips, and she heard her dry voice: "Long time no see."

She heard her asking: "How are you doing, how are you?"

Harris didn't speak, he looked deeply, deeply at Claire.Then take a step back slowly: "I'm leaving."

"Where are you going?!"

Harris didn't answer, he turned his head and hid his gaze again: "Be careful with Hannibal."

Harris said: "Although I don't know where you have been and what you have encountered this year, I know that you have always trusted Hannibal very much..." He tightened his lips: "What I want to tell you is , never trust him, he is a real demon."

Then Harris raised the corners of his lips slightly, this smile made his pale and bloodless cheeks seem warm, and he said: "I hope you are safe and well."

Claire was surprised by Harris' ignorance, as well as his innocence and kindness.At this moment, Claire almost thought that Harris didn't seem to have changed, as if he was still the boy who wholeheartedly resisted the ugly side of his nature.

Before she could even say anything, however, Harris had already left her room.And when she pulled out the needle and staggered out of the ward, the boy who was there a moment ago had already disappeared.

He left no answers.And what appeared was as silent as his arrival, without warning.

Claire looked down at her fingers: Hannibal... why did he hide from Harris that he stabbed himself?

However, the answer is ultimately unresolved.

Claire didn't even know where Harris had gone in the end. She knew nothing about his whereabouts or his experiences over the past year.

But it wasn't hard to tell from Harris' emaciated appearance that he must have been off medication for a long time.The side effects of the drugs were not even present on him.He seemed to be in good spirits, too, barring some changes in temperament... Yes, Harris, he looked very melancholy.

Claire's mind was full of turmoil, but the final answer was still unresolved.During this long period of time, when Mrs. Vido opened the door again, an unknown amount of time had passed.

She apparently went home (to the hotel where she was staying).Holding the salad wrapped in plastic wrap and mixed in his hand, they are rich in color and bright, and they look full of appetite.

The other hand holds a rose. The freshly picked rose looks fresh and fragrant. Even the thorns on its branches have been carefully removed to prevent it from being stuck in the hand of the person holding the flower.

Mrs. Vido: "Who came here just now? Who gave this to you?" She was confused: "Why didn't you give it to you personally?"

Claire didn't respond.She took the bouquet from Mrs. Vidor, but she couldn't imagine that it would be a rose for her.

Hmm, maybe Harris?

For the next few hours, Claire was doing rehabilitation with the help of Mrs. Vidor.Some of her muscles have been slightly atrophied due to long-term lack of exercise, and the long-term use of nutrient solution to maintain physiological functions has also made her body weaker than before.Her stomach can't even get any meat or anything indigestible for a long time to come.

Claire shook her head, no longer feeling sorry for herself. After all, being able to survive was something to be thankful for her.

At this time, Claire naturally didn't know that in Gotham at the same time, something that panicked the people of the whole city was happening, that is, the clown escaped from prison!

Even though the police immediately organized a city-wide arrest and martial law, the clown seemed to have grown wings, or had some weird spells, and when everyone was caught off guard, he suddenly disappeared during the bed check!

Even from the monitoring point of view, it is impossible to clearly know where the problem occurred.

Because there are at least 6 cameras in the surveillance in the prison that have problems.However, the atmosphere in the prison is loose, and the prisoners are stronger and more terrifying than each other, so even if there is a problem with the camera, it is generally difficult to arrange technicians to repair it in time.

And the clown undoubtedly escaped from the prison by taking advantage of the loophole in the monitoring corner.As for the price?Only jailer A who was on duty that day died.

The panic of the citizens of Gotham City is self-evident, and even the gangsters involved in the dark forces are terrified by this news.No one wants to have the experience of more than a year ago repeated.

Bruce Wayne sat in front of the surveillance camera and glanced heavily at the many cameras in the city, but he didn't see the figure of the person he wanted to capture.It was as if he really melted into the darkness like a shadow, quietly and smoothly.

But this is exactly what bothers Batman the most.

Where the hell did the clown go?

And the clown, or Hill, who caused many people to panic, has already left the city.He wasn't sure what he wanted to do, but he knew that he now wanted to see his lover, or should be said to be his former lover, Sophie Roy.

He is still not used to Claire's new name. After all, this name is too unfamiliar to him, almost equal to another person.Since seeing Claire again more than a year ago, the Joker has investigated her life.

It's all so easy for him.

So Hill is well aware of experiences she's desperately trying to hide.Yet a year ago, in all their meetings, he hadn't even mentioned that.

And during the more than a year he was imprisoned, who would have thought that he would keep seeing the latest news about Claire in the news.Of course, back then she appeared as a wanted serial killer.

If there are his inmates with brain problems around him, I believe everyone can easily recall the Joker's appearance when he first saw the news.His laughter was almost hysterical.It seemed as if he wanted to pour out all his happiness.

At that time, some ignorant guy wanted to change the channel, and was almost strangled to death by the clown on the table.Of course, prison guards stopped him with electric shock batons.

And until he fell down, the mocking, almost distorted smile on the clown's face never disappeared... although that smile didn't look really happy.

But it is meaningless to recall the mood at that time now.Sheila lowered the hood on her head and squeezed sideways into the dark alley: now he only needs to think about one thing, and that is to leave Gotham.

When Hill, carrying a fake bomb on his back and holding a gun stolen from the prison guard, swaggered into the hall where the gangsters gathered, it happened to be in time for their meeting.

He laughed.The oil paint that hadn't been applied to his face for a long time covered his face again, making him look as weird as ever.He raised his hand exaggeratedly to beg for mercy: "Hey, don't shoot me, the new bomb is synchronized with the heart, once I die, tsk tsk," he shook his head:

"[Bang!], here, together with you, will be blown into ashes." Everyone present was silent, and the scene was really easily controlled by him.

No matter how much other people want to kill him, there is no one who is really willing to pay the price of his life for it.

Hill laughed, not surprised.It is also because of this that he can casually make a decent fake bomb and tie it to his body, because these idiots~ don't dare to do anything to him.

He parted the corners of his lips, and sat on the table whistling: "Listen, I'm not here to pick on you~ so don't look at him so fiercely~" Hill made an exaggerated trembling look, and then He raised his head with a sigh, looked towards the unknown place, and continued to speak with a half-true tone: "I am so poor, but I am here to seek help~"

"Yes, I want to leave Gotham," Hill said.

The clown's face, which was covered in oil paint, suddenly withdrew all the smiles, and there seemed to be some dark light flowing in the gloomy eyes, which looked extremely dangerous.However, this seriousness lasted no more than a second, and a smile appeared on his face again: "I want a new identity, and I will leave Gotham quietly."

The big shots looked at each other, not sure whether his words were true or not, and Hill gave them too little time to think.Therefore, after a short thought, several forces actually quickly reached an agreement, that is to let the clown leave Gotham.

Whether he can leave "alive" is another question.

Quantico:

When Rhett knocked on the door again, it was already the home of the third suspect that night.

He and the passing JJ waited for a long time, but no one opened the door.He had to take a few steps back and look up again to make sure that there was indeed a faint light shining through the bedroom on the second floor.

Reid shook his head helplessly at JJ, the charming and capable blond beauty raised her eyebrows silently, then turned around persistently and continued to ring the doorbell.Finally, in the repeated and long magic sound, a boy's voice came from inside the door.

"What's the matter?" He asked, but his tone was dry and flat, without any ups and downs.

"Hello, we're FBI agents, and since you're involved in the first case of the human centipede case, let's imagine you know something."

There was another long silence inside the door.For a long time, when Reid and JJ thought that the party was going to be fruitless, the room was opened a small crack.Through the gap, they saw a masked teenager peering at them.

His blond hair is even purer and brighter than JJ's blond hair, even under the dim light, it does not affect its beauty at all.And the boy is looking up at him slightly (Red is taller than him).

He is wearing a mask, but this does not affect others' guesses about his facial features, because it makes the boy's already deep eyes more eye-catching. Those blue eyes are completely different from JJ's blue eyes, but it reminds people of the young man who was The vortex constantly sweeping in the dark sea is unfathomable, but its destructive power is astonishing.

Of course, the most important thing is beauty.

Rhett wasn't sure if that was the right word, so he dismissed the idea quickly, lest he offend others by inadvertently revealing his feelings.

He heard JJ asking: "Mind if we go in and talk?"

The boy was silent, and opened the door after a while.

Except for asking them what's the matter at the beginning, they never said a word after entering the door.

Reid's eyes quickly lingered across every corner of the room, so that he could conduct a more comprehensive analysis of his personality after remembering in his mind, while JJ on the side had already begun to dig information in the form of chat.

She said, "You're Gray Hugh, right? I'm sorry to bother you so late..."

They started chatting, and it was JJ who started to get his attention, to be precise.

Rhett continued to observe the room.

In this two-story villa, the feeling of "home" is extremely shallow, and even every corner of the room is decorated with warmth, such as sofas and seats full of age, murals with graffiti patterns, and warm colors. Fireplaces and decor...but very little of this "home" feel.

Rhett walked around the room.Showcase shelves hold vases, china, and some artwork.But he didn't even need to touch it with his fingers to see the thick dust visible to the naked eye on the showcase.

The worn clothes were randomly thrown on the ground, on the sofa, and even on the seats of the restaurant.There is no trace of the mistress's life here...

The child, as far as Rhett knew, was actually only 20 years old.He was none other than one of the survivors of the original human centipede case, Gray Huhn.

He was even younger than Claire. In the kidnapping case that shocked the world, he was not even 15 years old at the time.And that case...seems to have destroyed him, too.

Rhett sighed quietly because of sympathy and regret. He walked slowly, making sure that only Gray lived alone in this family.There is no trace of his parents' life here.

"What are you doing?" The boy's deep voice sounded behind him. Reid turned around and saw the boy asking coldly. He touched his head in embarrassment: "Sorry, can I borrow your toilet?"

Gray didn't answer.After a long time, just when Reid thought he would refuse, the young man turned his eyes away first: "At the corner of the second floor, remember to flush."

Gray walked past him as he spoke, and then took out two bottles of drinks from the refrigerator. He looked indifferent but calm, and this demeanor somehow made Rhett feel a little familiar.

And it wasn't until Rhett left the bathroom that he remembered who Gray looked like...

Yes, he looked just like the Claire Vidor I first met.

The author has something to say: Stupid Maomao wants spoilers~: These two human centipede imitation cases will be the last cases of the full text, and then it will end.

It's over, it's over, it's over!

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