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He paused the video, went back to this frame, and checked it repeatedly. Although the picture is blurry, the man's outline and figure are highly consistent with Musk.

Lynn calmed down and quickly called Carter: "Carter, come to my office right away, I found something."

A few minutes later, Carter pushed the door in, looking at Lynn's frown brows, and immediately realized the seriousness of the problem.

"What's the situation?" Carter asked.

Lynn paused the image at the moment when the figure appeared, pointed to the screen and said, "Look here. This is a video near the crime scene. Who do you think this person is?"

Carter leaned close to the screen and looked carefully for a few seconds, then widened his eyes: "Is this impossible? Is this... Musk?"

"That's right." Lynn nodded, "I find it incredible, too, but it is definitely no coincidence that his figure appears near the time of the incident."

Carter frowned: "But how could Musk be related to these cases? He has no motives, and even no reason to appear in this place in Manhattan."

"That's the problem." Lynn rubbed his eyebrows. "If he really has nothing to do with it, it's a big coincidence. But if he has something to do with it, the case is much more complicated."

Carter calmed down and analyzed: "Maybe Musk is not a direct participant, he may just pass by. But his appearance may suggest that there is more behind the case that we don't know."

"There is another possibility." Lin Neng said in a low voice. "This is not a single murderer, but a team. These people may have a clear division of labor, some are responsible for implementation, some are responsible for monitoring, and even some are responsible for cover."

Carter's face instantly became more serious: "You mean... this is a multi-person cooperation model?"

Lynn nodded, speaking firmly: "If so, then we are facing more than just a serial murderer, but an organized group. They may have clear goals and plans, and we are just touching the iceberg now A corner."

Lynn immediately took action and contacted the technical department to ask for facial recognition and whereabouts of all the figures that appeared in the video, especially to confirm whether the person was really Musk. At the same time, he ordered the intelligence team to fully investigate Musk's recent movements and find reasons for his in Manhattan.

Meanwhile, Lynn also arranged an emergency meeting to tell the team about the discovery.

“If the case is a multi-person collaboration, then we have to revisit all the clues and assumptions before,” Lynn said at the meeting, his eyes swept over each team member, “Every seemingly isolated behavior can be part of the team. . We need to connect these points from a new perspective."

One agent asked: "Inspector, what would their goal be if it were a team? Why should these victims be chosen?"

Lynn said coldly: "This is exactly where we need to figure it out. Their goal may be more than just killing people, maybe these victims are the key to some larger plan."

Late that night, Lynn returned to the office again, staring at the video alone, and repeatedly analyzing all possibilities in his mind.

"The person with purple pupils is the implementer, and Musk's figure may be another key. Who else? What are their goals?"

Lynn tapped his fingers on the table, his thoughts circulated rapidly. He knew that he had touched the core of the case, but to reveal the truth, clearer clues were needed.

Lynn's car parked at the door of a luxury hotel in Manhattan, and he and Carter walked towards the lobby with several agents. Elon Musk was sitting on a wide sofa, holding a cup of coffee in his hand, as if he had known about their arrival.

"Inspector Lynn." Musk smiled slightly, his tone calm, "It's such an honor to see you. Can I ask if I can help?"

Lynn looked at him with a sharp look: "Mr. Musk, we have reason to suspect that you are related to a serial murder case. Please come back to the FBI to assist in the investigation."

Musk raised his eyebrows, and the smile on his face remained unchanged: "Serial murder case? Inspector, have you made something wrong? However, since you are so persistent, I am willing to cooperate."

Lynn did not say nonsense and signaled the agent to take Musk into the car. He himself sat in the passenger seat, staring at Musk's expression all the way, but the other party seemed calm and confident from beginning to end.

After arriving in the FBI interrogation room, Musk was taken to the room and sat at the table. He took off his coat, tidied his cuffs, and his expression remained the same as before. Lynn and Carter sat opposite him, and the video equipment was activated.

"Mr. Musk," Lynn spoke in a low voice, "we found you in the surveillance video near the scene. The time was the night of the case, less than fifty meters away from the scene. A small alley. Can you explain why you are there?”

Musk smiled slightly and leaned on the back of the chair: "Inspector, I would like to cooperate with your investigation, but according to the advice of my lawyer, I chose to remain silent."

Lynn stared into his eyes, his voice getting colder: "It is your right to stay silent, but you should also know that your actions are likely to cause greater suspicion. As a public figure, being in a place like that is itself It's already bizarre enough."

Musk shrugged: "Inspector, I believe you should be very aware of the rights given to me by the Fifth Amendment of the United States Constitution. I do not need explanations, nor do I need to answer any of your questions."

Carter frowned and interrupted, "Mr. Musk, we are investigating a serial murder involving five lives. If you did nothing wrong, explain it now, it's better for everyone."

Musk looked at Carter, his expression calmly: "Agent Carter, I understand what you said, but I also have the right to choose not to speak. You can continue to ask questions, but I have nothing to tell."

Lynn's face became even colder: "Your behavior will force us to assume that you are covering up something. If you have nothing to do with the case, why not just explain it?"

Musk did not answer, but just smiled faintly, then looked at the watch, as if calculating the time.

During the two hours of the arraignment, Lynn and Carter repeatedly asked questions, but Musk remained silent and only smiled politely occasionally. His attitude made the whole atmosphere depressed and anxious.

When the time was approaching the arraignment period, Musk looked at the clock on the wall and finally spoke: "Detective, I respect your work very much, but I want to remind you that my lawyer should be outside the door at this moment. If you Is it possible to end this without other substantial evidence?”

Lynn took a deep breath and looked cold: "Mr. Musk, that's all for today. But I can guarantee that this is not the end. If you have something to do with the case, we will find evidence sooner or later."

Musk stood up and sorted out his clothes, with a faint smile still hanging on his face: "Detective, I look forward to you finding the answer. I also hope you can hurry up because the public needs the truth, not guess."

He walked out of the interrogation room accompanied by an agent. Not long after, a lawyer was indeed standing outside the door, waiting to pick him up and leave.

After the interrogation, Lynn and Carter returned to the office. Carter sat in the chair with some frustration: "This guy is too cunning. He doesn't give us any breakthroughs at all."

"That's the problem," Lynn said coldly, staring at the video file on the desk. "He's so calm not just because he's Musk. He knows very well how we don't have direct evidence to do what he does. A kind of self-confidence is not for no reason.”

"You mean, he may be related to the case, but he is sure we can't track it down?" Carter asked.

Lynn nodded: "Or, he's just a cover, the real murderer hiding behind him. We have to start from elsewhere and find the real connection between him and these cases."

"Like that person with purple pupils?" Carter asked.

"That's right." Lynn's eyes became even colder. "We now have two clues: Musk's behavior, and the suspect in the purple pupil. They may be cooperative or completely different individuals. But regardless of it, they may be in the form of a partnership. How about it, we must speed up. Find the murderers before they can take action again."

Lynn's office was brightly lit, and his eyes were fixed on the surveillance screen displayed on the screen. Musk's every move was closely monitored. Whether it was going out or staying in the office, Lynn arranged for people to keep an eye on it.

"He's calm," Carter stood aside, with a hint of uncertainty in his tone, "no abnormal behavior, even more obedient than the average person."

Lynn didn't answer, his eyes still locked on the screen. His intuition tells him that Musk is definitely not innocent, but there is currently no evidence that points to him directly related to the serial murder case.

At this moment, Carter's cell phone suddenly rang. He answered the phone and after listening for a few seconds, his face turned pale instantly.

"Linn," Carter hung up the phone, speaking in a hurry, "a murder just happened in an abandoned factory in Brooklyn. The techniques, the on-site arrangements, and the red rose, are all exactly the same as the previous case."

Lynn's face darkened and he suddenly stood up: "When did it happen?"

"About an hour ago, time and place completely ruled out Musk's suspicion." Carter frowned. "He was at his home for the entire time, with surveillance records as evidence."

Lynn clenched his fists, and anger almost gushed out of his eyes. He grabbed his coat and walked quickly to the interrogation room. Musk is still waiting for the lawyer's arrangements inside. He is leisurely looking through a magazine, completely uninfluenced by the outside world.

Lynn pushed open the door and strode to Musk, his eyes as cold as a knife.

"Inspector, are you here again?" Musk looked up, and his polite smile still hung on his face.

However, Lynn did not say anything nonsense, grabbed Musk's neckline and pulled him out of the chair, his voice cold and angry: "Don't pretend to be so innocent! Another murder happened, and you- You know these things but don't say anything! "

Musk did not struggle, but just squinted his eyes and his expression was calm: "Detective, I understand you are angry, but this behavior is of no help to the case. And, you also know, I can't appear at that time. Crime scene.”

Lynn's fingers trembled slightly from anger, and there was an uncontrollable anger in his heart. He knows Musk is right to some extent—he does have absent proof, and that Lynn's move on him now will only make the whole case more complicated.

"Inspector!" Carter's voice came from the door with anxiousness and dissuasion, "Calm down! Musk does not have direct evidence to link the case now, so this will only make us passive."

Lynn took a deep breath, and the anger in his eyes gradually subsided. He slowly let go of Musk and said coldly: "I won't let you go. If I find that you have a little contact with this matter, I will definitely make you pay the price."

Musk sorted out his collar that was being pulled and smiled slightly: "Inspector, I respect your determination very much. But please remember that I am also a law-abiding citizen. If you need my cooperation, please use a more professional one. Way."

Lynn didn't say anything, just glared at him coldly, then turned around and walked out of the interrogation room.

After returning to the office, Lynn punched the table, and his whole emotions were on the verge of collapse. Carter followed him, closed the door and whispered, "Lynn, I know you're angry now, but Musk does have absent. He may know something, but we can't directly accuse him at this moment."

Lynn sat down, covered his face with his hands, and took a few deep breaths: "I know. He is too cunning. His calmness and confidence all show that he has mastered something we don't know. But I can't break through him. ”

Carter was silent for a while before saying, "Perhaps we should think about it from another perspective. This murder took place in a completely different place, and the time was different from the previous ones. The murderer might be trying to disrupt our pace."

Lynn raised his head, his eyes rekindled a calm light: "The murderer is playing with us. He knows we are staring at Musk, so he chooses to do it without completely excluding Musk's suspicion."

"Does this mean that the murderer did not act alone?" Carter asked tentatively, "or, Musk is just a part of them?"

Lynn nodded: "This is the most reasonable explanation at the moment. We may be facing an organized group with clear division of labor, some are responsible for implementation, some are responsible for cover, and some are responsible for confusing the audience. And Musk, it is very likely It's the one who confuses the audience."

"What should I do next?" Carter asked.

Lynn stood up and said in a cold tone: "Run to the scene immediately. The murderer is changing locations and time. Every move he takes is revealing more information. This time, we must grasp his flaws."

It was already completely dark when Lynn and Carter drove to the abandoned factory in Brooklyn. A cordon was set up outside the factory, and the light of the red and blue police lights flashed in the rain, and the air was filled with a humid smell of blood.