Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 77 77. The second file, more evil than imagined
"Rust, ask me for a day off and inform Gretchen that Holden and I are going to Santa Monica today...uh..." Dean held the phone under his left neck and a plate of tomato meatballs in his left hand. noodles, holding a fork in his right hand and sending it to his mouth non-stop.

Dean put down the phone, quickly wiped out the remaining half pot of food, changed out of the T-shirt, and put on a simple and elegant black notch lapel suit, which he bought not long ago.

He looked in the mirror, broad shoulders and slender waist, tall and straight, with well-defined features, big eyes, high nose bridge, thick eyebrows like swords, sunny and handsome. I don't know a lot of mature temperament, which is more trustworthy.

Dean combed his short hair again, straightened his collar,

"set off!"

At seven o'clock sharp, he drove the Bronco to the police station, picked up Holden, and drove onto the I-15 interstate highway not long after.

"That's right, it's much more pleasing to the eye in this suit." Holden, who was in the co-pilot, turned his head and glanced at him, commenting unceremoniously, "It's not ashamed to take you out to handle the case now."

"I have a girlfriend, so of course I can't dress too casually." Dean turned the steering wheel, "But I remember you have been in Las Vegas for half a year, right? You stay in the bureau all day and never go home. I also Never seen you with a woman."

"Holden, you must be 35 this year, don't you have a wife yet?"

The FBI shook his head and squinted at him,
"Why are you talking so much today?"

"Isn't it okay to care about your partner? By the way, Thomas Allen gave me a word, and I'll give it to you—a man over a certain age who doesn't marry a wife and have children will become very scary."

"If you are young and don't understand anything, I would like to give you a few words. Marriage is a man's prison. It is most comfortable to be alone, but a woman will only bring troubles, which is far less interesting than the case." Holden looked back comfortably. Leaning on the seat, "And no matter how much you tease me, you can't hide the tension in your heart. What are you worried about?"

The pretended relaxed smile on Dean's face suddenly disappeared, and the car suddenly accelerated.

"What if this investigation goes nowhere?"

"It means that your assumption yesterday has come to a dead end. But it doesn't matter, you are still young, and there are many opportunities to make mistakes." Holden's eyes softened.

Dean took a deep breath and focused on driving, following the old road of summer travel, from Las Vegas to Santa Monica.

But this time I didn't have the time to appreciate the vast scenery along the way, and the atmosphere in the car was dull.

Holden took the initiative to give him a popular science about the relationship between the District Attorney's Office, the court, and the police station that he was concerned about last time.

After five hours of trekking, at twelve o'clock at noon, the sun was strong.

Bronco drove into the commercial street in downtown Santa Monica, and the two first visited the mall that sold Adidas three stripes.

However, the clerk had no memory of a purchase made nearly half a month ago, and there was no monitoring inside or near the store.

The coat's trail was momentarily interrupted.

The car turned around, passed Santa Monica College, one of the best community colleges in the United States, and entered the local police station.

Compared with the high-rise buildings rising from the ground of LVPD, this police station is small and exquisite, and the decoration style is full of sunshine and beach style, bright and airy.

Although it was daytime, there were not many police officers in the Santa Monica Police Department, and most of them were out on duty to maintain law and order in tourist attractions.

Holden led Dean to find Cole Carter, a middle-aged police officer with a bloated figure and round cheeks, and introduced them to each other.

"Holden Ford, when will you give another lecture on criminal psychology to the bureau?" The fat man shook hands with the two and said excitedly,
"What you said last time is very practical. A few guys in the bureau caught the real murderer of a murder case by relying on the psychological profiling they just started!"

Holden said happily,

"I also hope to come to Santa Monica to enjoy beer, seafood dinner and beautiful women in bikinis, and to catch up with my brothers. But I am busy with work and cannot get away. If you urgently need guidance in this regard, you may wish to pay attention to Professor Wendy Carr from Boston University and "Psychological Conversations," co-authored by Bill Tench."

"They are masters in this field, and this work describes the rules and methods of psychological profiling in detail, which is more comprehensive and detailed than my speech."

"This book is not currently on public sale. It is only a small-scale trial reading within the system. You can apply to have a look."

"Heavy recommendation, I remember."

The fat man nodded seriously, and Dean was also careful.

Holden asked again, "What I told you on the phone last night..."

"Don't worry, there are case materials related to children in the last three years, right?" The fat man led the two of them to the labyrinth-like spacious filing room filled with rows of shelves. He took out a bunch of folders and stacked them on the desk in the corner.

"It's all here."

Dean gritted his teeth looking at the hill-like information, and missed the computer office in which later generations can find what they need by just typing a few lines of text in the search bar.

But now, it will take more than ten years to wait for the popularization of computer office.

"Leave the space to you, and I will not interfere with the work of the two of you." Cole turned around and paused suddenly, "The FBI will not be dispatched easily. What is so special about these children's cases that it is worth you to come to California from Nevada?"

Holden turned and glanced at Dean,
"We're looking for a possible serial killer who, um, is extremely brutal and good at disguising."

The fat man sighed, "What's going on in this world? In the past ten years, there have been more and more horrible cases, and the motives and methods of the murderers have become more and more perverted."

"There is at least one reason for this," Holden thought about it seriously, "the more society develops, the more people with psychological problems, and some of them made big mistakes because of mental illness."

The fat man stood there for a moment, then turned and left.

……

"Boy, get to work!"

Taking advantage of the sunlight pouring in from the window, the two began to bury their heads in reading the materials, one on the left and the other on the right.

The whole process opened Dean's eyes, and he had a deeper understanding of the lower limit of human nature.

He saw a man who hallucinated after smoking weed, mistook his three-year-old daughter for a cat and dog, strangled him alive and threw him into the yard. The body was not found until a neighbor walking his dog two days later.

A highly respected university professor, a white man in his 60s, hurt his own grandson many times out of selfish desires. It was not until his family took the child to see a doctor that he discovered the cruel truth.

A pair of five-year-old twin sisters were left in a private car in the extremely hot summer by their careless mother. They were found too late, and both of them lost their lives due to heat stroke.

But the most documented cases are missing children. The United States is a big country. Most of the missing children will never return home, their whereabouts are unknown, and their life and death cannot be determined.

……

After two full hours.

The file was reduced to the bottom, and Dean's heart suddenly lifted.

He couldn't find a single case like Bucky Fran's death.

His investigation draws closer and closer to an absurd and ludicrous end.

But when he looked at Holden next to him, he saw that the other party was staring at a file in a daze, with a dull expression, slightly opened his mouth, and showed a rare gaffe.

has a problem!
Dean put his head in front of the open file.

At the top of the first page was a headshot of a pretty-looking little Caucasian girl, with a description below.

Dead: Kelly Scott

Age: 7
Gender: Female
Time of death: 1980:7 p.m. to 22:[-] p.m. on July [-], [-].

Place of Death: Santa Monica University Park
Cause of death: Death from multiple traumas to the body.

……

July 7nd was the day Dean and the others traveled on the beach in Santa Monica.

Dean's heart skipped a beat, and he turned to the second page without hesitation, and a shocking photo came into view.

She was lying in the grass covered in blood, her petite princess dress was covered in blood, and her eyes were like black holes.

She was like a torn rag doll.

Dean closed his eyes.

The tragedy of Bucky Fran came to mind, and compared with Kelly Scott, the similarity of injuries was at least 90.00%.

"Breakthrough huge progress!"

A strong excitement rose along the tailbone like an electric current, and Dean's face turned red instantly, and goose bumps appeared all over his body!
"There is nothing wrong with the system! Our inference is not a joke. The real serial killer had already committed a crime in another state before planting Abby." Dean looked at the girl in the file, "Santa Monica is the last one." The location of the crime!"

……

Holden nodded silently, and took out another document in the file. At the top was a mugshot of a tough-looking young Asian male.

Name: David Lee
Age: 30
Sex: Male
Occupation: Physics teacher at Santa Monica University
Explanation: At 1980 pm on July 7, 22, Kelly Scott was lured into the deep part of the park and brutally killed.

Inside the park, three witnesses identified David Lee from multiple photos.

David Lee's blood, saliva, epidermal cells were found on the murderer's knife and the victim...

Afterwards, many shopping malls, beach amusement parks, and restaurants recorded images of David Lee after the murder.

8 month 12 number.

David Lee was sentenced to life in prison and is currently being held at San Quentin Prison in California.

……

The file ends here.

Dean suppressed the excitement and doubts in his heart, and turned to Holden who was beside him with strange eyes,
"Surveillance video, DNA evidence, witnesses, do you think it looks like it?"

"I can't say it's the same, it's exactly the same, it's unbelievable!" Holden sweated a lot on the back of his neck, and his amazed eyes seemed to recognize the companion beside him again, "How on earth did you do it? I stayed up all night with Carl's buddy After several days of research, only a lot of superficial evidence was found, and your inexplicable reasoning actually guessed the unexpected situation?"

"I said it wasn't blind, it was my gut feeling."

Dean looked at his companion who was completely out of shape, and reluctantly gave an explanation.

"Amazing intuition." Holden turned his head and looked at the sky, the inherent impression in his heart was shattered, and the murder case, which was obviously about to end, suddenly appeared a huge change.

But the facts speak louder than words. Dean's inference has been demonstrated here. Holden instantly threw away all the complaints and doubts about him before, "Next, what are you going to do?"

Dean rested his chin on his right hand and looked out of the window in a daze, a lot of inspiration came to his mind:
According to this criminal file.

Nearly two months ago, on July 7, David Lee killed Kelly Scott, and then wandered around restaurants and playgrounds on the beach in Santa Monica, leaving a lot of surveillance video evidence.

On the same day, Dean and his group appeared on the Santa Monica beach to celebrate Britney's birthday. That night, Abby's wrist was scratched.

The two match up!

David Lee and Abby Clark.

The two murderers had close contact on the beach of Santa Monica on the night of July 7.

There is no doubt that it was David Lee who left that mysterious scar on Abby's body!

What kind of phenomenon is this?
Mysterious power passed through the scar, like a plague, between the two chosen ones?
Dean imagined wildly for a while, but before he had a close communication with David Lee, he couldn't come to a definite conclusion!
But this file is enough to prove that both David and Abby are wronged innocents, and the real culprit is still hidden in the mist!

The progress jumped to 50.00% five.

"Prisoner for life, is David Lee still alive?" Dean turned his eyes, "Man, arrange to visit him in San Quentin Prison and find out a few things."

"I have a hunch we're close to that."

Holden nodded heavily. From this moment on, his trust in Dean has leapt to a huge level, but after thinking about it,

"San Quentin is one of the oldest and most special prisons in California. If you want to visit the prisoners in it, you must make an appointment in advance, and the FBI is no exception. I spend time on relationships, and I will not be able to see David Lee until tomorrow at the earliest."

"Tomorrow is tomorrow," Dean mused. "Do you have the home addresses of Kelly Scott and David Lee on file? Let's visit their families."

……

After finding this criminal file, which is almost impossible to exist, the two of them were as excited as chicken blood, and Holden's mentality changed from coping with the matter at the beginning to going all out.

He has a strong urge to find out the truth behind this complicated and confusing case. Then, maybe he will open the door to a new world!
Hall registered the two addresses on the file, made several consecutive phone calls to the Santa Monica Police Department, and printed a copy of the criminal and victim files.

The two turned to the residential area next to Santa Monica University, No. 286 Arizona Avenue, a two-story red building.

The door was opened by a young, beautiful and elegant woman in a floral dress.

The two clarified their intentions and showed their FBI documents.

The woman squeezed her temples and patiently explained,
"David Lee's family is no longer here. After he was arrested, something happened to his parents and they disappeared."

"Both parents had accidents, are you sure?"

"Well, that's what everyone said for a while."

Dean and Holden looked at each other, unable to hide their disappointment,

"So ma'am, do you know David Lee?" Dean asked again unwillingly, "Do you think he is the kind of murderer who hurt a child?"

"David Lee and I are colleagues. He usually has a good reputation, is approachable, and has outstanding teaching ability." The woman's melodious voice carried a touch of melancholy, "He is also very caring and often participates in various public welfare activities. All the teachers in the school found it unbelievable that such a thing happened at the beginning."

The woman sighed, glanced at her watch,
"You two, I have to go to class. My relationship with David Lee is generally limited. Others don't want you to bring up that tragedy again. The school lists it as a taboo topic for the sake of reputation."

"Okay, ma'am, let's leave now." Holden gave Dean a look, and returned to the car on the side of the road, "David Lee's family is gone, so go to the prison tomorrow and ask him face to face. Next One stop, home of victim Kelly Scott."

……

Bronco shuttled through the spacious and clean roads of Santa Monica. In less than a quarter of an hour, he arrived at another shabby residential area, a small building on the side of the road without a front or back yard.

"Bang, bang."

"Bang, bang!"

The knock on the door echoed down the long street.

For a full 5 minutes, no response.

Dean turned on the God's perspective to observe. The room was pitch black, with no one within ten meters, and the furniture was covered with a white cloth covered with dust.

What's the situation, no one lives here?

crunch--

The door of an adjacent house suddenly opened.

"who are you?"

A middle-aged man with a vest, shorts, dyed yellow hair, and a decadent face like a punk showed his head from behind the door.

Holden Ford showed his credentials and introduced himself.

"Know Kelly Scott's family, do you know where they have been? We are re-investigating her case and would like to chat with them."

"The two of you came too late." Huang Mao shook his head and regretted, "Poor little Kelly's family has been shrouded in bad luck. Not long after she was killed, her grandmother died of a heart attack, and her mother was very sad. Distracted while driving, died in a car accident, her father..."

Huangmao paused, and a faint fear flashed in his eyes, "Her father couldn't bear the torment of loneliness, so he committed suicide by drinking a bullet. Kelly Scott's family has passed away, and I can't help you."

"What? The victim Kelly Scott's family members are all dead?" Dean couldn't help but feel a creepy shudder, "but the crime happened only two months ago, how could this be possible?" ?”

"You are so young, you are not married and have children. It's normal not to understand." Huang Mao explained in the tone of someone who has come here, "A child is the hope of a family. If a child is gone, parents and elders will suffer unimaginable grief. If you don’t go, just follow along.”

"It's a pity, their family is very good people." Huang Mao's face showed deep sadness.

"I'm sorry, I mentioned your sadness, so we won't bother you." Holden said, dragging the dazed Dean to turn and leave.

Huangmao sighed and closed the door.

"It's not normal." Dean frowned deeply. "The victim's family died within two months. This is too weird. Could it be that death can be passed on like a plague?"

"Death cannot pass, but grief can."

Holden pushed him into the passenger seat,

"What about the murderer David Lee's family? Do you remember what the lady said before, David Lee's parents had an accident and they were gone."

"This means that the victim and the murderer, the two families are almost extinct, and there is only one David Lee who is likely to be wronged and locked up in prison!"

"Compared to the explanation of mysticism, I believe this is a coincidence. You have never heard a word that bad luck only picks poor people." Holden turned his eyes uncertainly and said, starting the car, "You spent a lot of money driving today. Too much energy, go back to the hotel to rest early, we still have to talk with David Lee tomorrow."

"Just a coincidence?" Dean looked at the green trees receding at high speed outside the car window, and felt a hazy feeling in his heart——

The murderer behind it was more evil than he had imagined.

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