[Comprehensive] I am not Michael

When Zhao Changqing raised his head and looked around, the local police chief was very surprised: "Excuse me, what are you looking at?"

It's not that the sheriff is curious, but that there is a child agent in the FBI!

Seriously, the Sheriff would rather this was a dwarf than a real kid.

However, who told him to have seen the child's ID before.

Zhao Changqing turned his head slightly and said, "I'm watching, there may be witnesses on the high ground."

The witness Zhao Changqing mentioned was actually a crow in the woods, but the sheriff really misunderstood:

"High up? There's a house on top of a nearby hill. It's the house of the famous Father Finnegan."

Gideon immediately recognized something was wrong: "Famous?"

The sheriff said casually: "It's just like the old ghost stories everywhere. The old man observes the children from the window, and then follows these children, catches them, skins them, and eats them. It's all very old-fashioned s story."

Gideon immediately became serious: "Such stories usually have a basis."

"However, this kind of story has been circulating since I was a child!"

The implication is that if it is true, he should have had a case when he was a child, instead of reporting the case after two bodies were found in the woods now.

Gideon said, "We can't tell until we've seen the house."

It was supposed to go back to the small town first to teach the parents and children some precautionary measures, but the sudden clues made Gideon take Zhao Changqing to go first, accompanied by the sheriff and local police officers, after talking to Morgan. the haunted house.

On the way, Zhao Changqing even asked the police chief to take a detour.

The sheriff was puzzled: "But, aren't you going to that house?"

Gideon said: "I also recommend that you do the same. This is why Jamie will be hired by the FBI to be a member of our team and will be on duty with us this time. He can read the behavioral language of birds, especially crows .”

"Oh well."

Of course the sheriff knew what that meant.

Ozona is a typical American countryside, surrounded by trees, naturally more crows.There is someone who can read the language of birds, whether it is to find the murderer, or otherwise, it is easier.

The sheriff even said, "If you can read the language of birds, doesn't that mean you know the murderer too?"

Zhao Changqing replied: "Evidence is needed to arrest the murderer."

He didn't deny it, but he didn't directly name the murderer either.

Gideon looked at Zhao Changqing and whispered, "Jamie, are you okay?"

Zhao Changqing raised his head, looked out the window of the car, watched the birds jumping on the branches for a long time, and said:

"I'm all right. The birds are saying that the murderer didn't come into the woods today. But three little rascals are going to the house on the hill."

"Oh! My God! These little ones!"

Obviously there were three murders, but children are children, they don't know the seriousness, or even know that they may become the murderer's next target at any time.

Although he knew that the murderer hadn't come here and the three little ghosts were not in danger right now, the sheriff was really not happy at all.

If one of these three little guys is his son, he must educate him well.

Certainly not corporal punishment.It is illegal to spank a child in the United States.But the necessary family meetings are indispensable.

Soon, under Zhao Changqing's guidance, the car circled around in the woods and finally stopped.

Zhao Changqing got out of the car, walked forward for a while, then pointed to a place where leaves were piled up and said, "Mr. Sheriff, please remove these leaves."

The sheriff came over with some trepidation, and said in his mouth, "What's here? A dead body?"

Whether it's the sheriff or the police officer, they really don't want to see a fourth body.

However, God failed to fulfill one's wishes, and there was really a corpse underneath.Thankfully, it wasn't the body of a child, just an old man.

After observing the scene, Gideon said: "He should have suffered a sudden death from a heart attack or other ailment when setting up the trap. Who is he?"

Zhao Changqing replied: "He is the owner of the house on the top of the mountain."

"what?!"

The sheriff was stunned, and he stammered: "You mean, he, is he a prisoner?"

Zhao Changqing replied: "The crows are saying that after the old man died, our unknown suspects are using his house."

"why?"

The sheriff still didn't understand.

Zhao Changqing said: "The rest, we have to go to his house to have a look."

Big clue!

Gideon knew very well that the little guy knew the murderer well, and now he was just looking for evidence and excluding other suspects.

If nothing else, let's just talk about this old man. Judging from the performance of the corpse, the old man has been dead for at least two weeks.

Two weeks ago, there were no cases.

In other words, if the unknown suspect uses the old man's house, he may be using local haunted legends to cover himself!

Moreover, it is impossible for the leaves to gather in such a good pile and completely bury the old man underneath.Obviously, it was done by unknown suspects in order to hide the news of the old man's death.

Not only Gideon, but also the sheriff and experienced local police officers, after thinking for a long time, they also thought of it.

So Gideon entered the house with a few police officers holding |guns| from the front door, while Zhao Changqing followed the sheriff and approached from the back door.

When he heard the sound, the police chief was extremely nervous, but it was Zhao Changqing who stopped the police chief from wanting to shoot: "Don't be impulsive, it's just a frightened child."

Upon hearing this, the sheriff immediately raised his voice, "Who, who's there!"

From the corner of the unclosed utility room, a little boy timidly cried, "Yes, it's me. Sheriff, I, I..."

"Matthew?"

The sheriff was dumbfounded.

Zhao Changqing listened for a while, then turned around and entered the house through the back door.

The sheriff was so panicked that he quickly stopped him: "Hey! Detective Hamilton! You are too impulsive."

Zhao Changqing said: "Don't worry. There are only crows on this branch besides us. We are safe. Let's go, let's meet Gideon."

Inside, Gideon is inspecting the house.

First of all, probably because no one paid the electricity bill after the old man died, the electricity to the house had been cut off.The whole house is without electricity.

And there is a row of hunting|guns in the house!It's not locked, just leaning against the wall.

Gideon murmured, "Why? Why doesn't this guy use a |gun?"

Zhao Changqing came over at this time and said: "It may be because he can't use it, for example, he can't bear the recoil of the gun, or it may be because his marksmanship is not good and the shooting accuracy is not enough. Of course, it is also possible that he feels It feels better to smash the victim's head with your own hands."

This kind of place surrounded by trees is also a good place for hunting.

Gideon said, "No, more than that. Why children? There are so many|guns here, why does he target children? Wouldn't it be more exciting to attack those adults with |gun|guns? Why?"

Gideon had already faintly felt that he had touched the characteristics of this pervert.

At this moment, the sheriff's voice came from another room: "Agent Gideon! Agent Hamilton! Come quickly!"

Gideon and Zhao Changqing exchanged a look, and immediately walked quickly.

In another room, the sheriff held two things in his hand, one of which was a schoolbag with the name on it: RobbieD□□is.

The sheriff said: "This is the remains of the first victim and the third victim."

Gideon said: "In other words, the relics of the second victim are still in the murderer's hands."

Matthew, who was only eight years old in a few months, tugged on the hem of the sheriff's coat and whispered, "It's the hat. Nicholas Faye's red hat."

He was terrified.

He didn't want to leave the sheriff's side at all.

His education from childhood to adulthood let him know that it is safe to follow the sheriff.

Another police officer's voice came from the other end:

"Come and see!"

In the kitchen, there is a pile of already eaten box lunches, or takeaways.

Zhao Changqing saw the dishes spread out on the table, some of which were tied tightly with tape, and immediately said to the policeman next to him:

"Have you ever touched these things?"

The young policeman said, "Of course not."

"very good."

Gideon said, "Jamie? What's the matter?"

Zhao Changqing took out a digital camera and a Kodak disposable camera from the bag he had been carrying all the time—the digital camera had just been on the market at that time, and the price of a better digital camera was very good—however, you can Taking pictures can take pictures, this thing is really useful.

"I can take a picture of this as evidence."

Gideon nodded and said, "Of course. I hope there are fingerprints of unknown suspects on these things."

Zhao Changqing casually handed the camera to the sheriff and the police officers beside him. The two men's eyes widened in surprise, but they still started to shoot under Gideon's signal.

On the other side, Zhao Changqing had already inspected the entire house, found the newspaper of the day, and found the diary of the old man.

The newspapers proved that the unknown suspect had been to the house today, just a little earlier than them.

Wearing gloves, Zhao Changqing put the newspaper into the evidence bag, and then began to sit on the side, looking at the diaries that recorded the old man's life by the light in front of the window.

Until he heard Matthew whisper: "You, are you the FBI?"

Zhao Changqing looked up at him and said, "Of course. I mean, I'm an FBI agent in charge of hostage search and rescue. I'm not in charge of murder scenes."

Having said that, Zhao Changqing didn't waste much time in his hands.

He has always been a fast reader.

Matthew looked at it for a while, and said, "But you found me. I mean, you flipped through so fast, do you really know what's written in it?"

Zhao Changqing closed the diary in his hand—he had already finished reading it anyway—and said, “Oh, my brother and I both read very fast, at [-] words per minute. According to the diary, Dad When he was young, his wife ran away with someone else, and he chose to live in seclusion now. There is little other useful information."