American TV series Detective's Daily Life

"Killing is killing, how can there be any new life?"

Chuck kept spouting words.

He believed that the hooded punk girl had such a father, so he needed to find this person, or let this person never come out.

"When you really see him, you'll understand why death brings new life."

The hooded punk girl suddenly calmed down, her eyes playful and cruel: "I promise!"

"So he had a specious criminal philosophy."

Chuck nodded: "He has his own unique criminal symbol, which is obvious at a glance. He is high-profile in his work, but extremely low-key and steady in his life. He hides himself so well that even his own daughter dare not say his name. We don’t know his real situation, it sounds like he is a serial killer who is famous across the country but has never been solved by the police.”

The hooded punk girl's expression changed.

Chuck saw it and continued: "Then let's meet your father now, Zodiac Killer, Jigsaw, Ogre..."

He just kept reading one name after another.

"What are you doing?"

The hooded punk girl taunted uneasily: "Are you going to read all the celebrities?"

"right."

Chuck said frankly: "If you are not imagining, then your father's name must be in these lists."

“Do you know how many celebrities like this there are in America?”

The hooded punk woman mocked: "And even if you know it, what can you do?"

"According to FBI data, 382 people fit the profile."

Chuck looked at her: "Listen to me, thank you. Because of you, we can lock him in and let everyone see him. You also want to see your idol father, don't you?"

Seeing the hooded punk woman tremble slightly, Chuck said bluntly: "It seems that you don't want to see him now. That's also true. For a person like him, all feelings are indifferent. If he knew that you were exposed He has hidden his identity information for many years, and the scene of a daughter's filial piety and kindness to her father can be expected."

Speaking of this, regardless of the fear in the hooded punk girl's eyes, he looked at her and calmly sifted through the list of profiles in his mind that fit the description of the hooded punk girl: "Trinity Killer, Rib Killer, Ice Cream Killer... "

Just like that, the names of the serial killers who became famous all over the world came out of Chuck's mouth one after another.

The detective who gave up his seat to Chuck, even though it was not the first time he had cooperated with Chuck, was still stunned by Chuck's incredible method of handling cases.

Is this possible?

Three seconds for a name, and 15 minutes later, Chuck easily read the 300th one: "Bloody John."

Then it stopped.

Because even though the hooded punk girl, who was already frightened and anxious, lowered her head and did not dare to let Chuck observe her expression, the slight movements of her body were still not hidden from Chuck.

"It turns out that your father is the famous Bloody Hand John."

Chuck nodded.

Bloody John, a serial killer in California, likes to use the victim's blood to draw a smiley face in a conspicuous place after the murder, so that people, especially the victim's family, will take a first look before seeing the unspeakable crime scene. Seeing this symbol, I felt endless fear.

After all, the fear of the unknown and imagination is the greatest fear.

"My father will definitely kill you!"

The cruel pride of the hooded punk girl was completely shattered, and she screamed in fear and despair.

She knew exactly what kind of person her father was.

Although she did not take the initiative to explain this situation now, for a father like Bloody John, it is actually no different.

"Have you met him?"

Chuck ignored her incompetent rage and continued to use the big data polygraph screening method to collect more detailed information about Bloody John.

The hooded punk girl only looked at him with hatred.

"What a pity."

Chuck shook his head: "You admire him so much, but you haven't even seen his face."

It's a real shame that he couldn't recreate Bloody John's appearance through the eyes of a hooded punk woman.

He is an expert in micro-expression lie detection and is naturally proficient in facial features. As long as he is given enough time and keeps asking questions, he can completely construct the image of a father in the eyes of a hooded punk girl.

Moreover, he was proficient in painting and could not claim to be able to restore the true appearance of Bloody-Hand John 100% like a photo, but finding someone based on his painting would not be much worse than using a photo.

It's a pity that the hooded punk girl has said so much, but she has never met her father.

"How did you know that Bloody John was your father?"

Chuck ignored the hooded punk girl's silence and continued to ask: "Where is your mother?"

Outside the interrogation room.

"Classmate Justine, I scared you, are you okay?"

The headmistress who hurried over expressed condolences to the survivors of the incident.

Justine didn't know how to respond, so she could only remain silent.

Seeing this, the female principal pursed her lips and looked away directly at the police detective who knew her arrival and walked out of the interrogation room: "Detective, although I don't want to say this now, you also know that Princeton University is one of the top universities in the world. Our university is the pride of the United States and a holy place for academics around the world. Such an appalling incident must not occur."

"I know."

The detective nodded, looking troubled.

This case is too difficult, and it is becoming more and more difficult. However, whether it is an evil organization hunting down female college students from prestigious universities, or a serial perverted murderer like Bloody John, they all bring their own traffic. Once any information is leaked, it will inevitably attract The crazy pursuit of traffic-chasing media outlets.

As a local police detective, he fully understands the negative impact this kind of thing has on a prestigious school like Princeton University, and is willing to do his best to cooperate in eliminating these adverse effects, but he cannot make any guarantees.

"We, the FBI, have taken over this case."

At this moment, a graceful woman wearing a tight skirt walked in. She spoke with a British accent and spoke confidently.

"Kate, you're here."

The headmistress was overjoyed.

"Director Joyner."

The detective frowned slightly: "You got the news so soon? This is New Jersey."

"Also the New York metropolitan area."

The British woman nodded to the headmistress, then looked at the detective: "As the director of the FBI's New York branch, I have the right to take over this case."

"Detective, it would be better for the FBI to take over this case."

The headmistress advised.

Again, the FBI is the largest law enforcement agency in the United States, with abundant resources and sophisticated methods. In many cases, an FBI warning can cover up the matter from the outside world.

In addition, she knows the director of the New York branch of the FBI, so she certainly trusts the director of the FBI New York branch more than the detectives from the local police station.

The detective watched the headmistress singing along with Kate Joyner, the director of the FBI's New York branch, as if he couldn't control the matter. Although he was unhappy, he knew this was a fact and nodded helplessly: "Now the bureau's Consultant Dr. Wolf is conducting interrogations and has obtained a lot of key information."

"Is that Dr. Chuck Wolfe?"

Chief Kate Joyner looked into the interrogation room through the one-way glass.