American TV series Detective's Daily Life

"I heard that you are now helping the police investigate and hunt down that scary serial killer. What is his name?"

On TV, the male host continued to follow the script.

"Bloody John."

Patrick Jane nodded and answered: "He would draw a smiling face on the wall with the blood of the victim. As far as we know, he killed at least 8 women. The police asked me to try to lock him with spiritual power and see. Can I sense what kind of person he is?"

"How exactly did you do it?"

The male host asked the question that everyone was curious about: "How to lock him with spiritual power?"

"Well, Davis, you know."

Patrick Jane smiled and used the classic American phrase "you know" to the male host Davis, and then started to talk nonsense: "A real madman burns like fire, and a cold, dark cloud will ignite on his body." The flames, I forced myself to stare at these flames, and then I could see the figure of the great villain. This time the great villain was called Bloody John. He was an ugly and tortured short man, a lonely man, sad, How sad.”

CBI Headquarters.

"How dare he!"

JJ was dumbfounded as he watched Patrick Jane mocking Bloody John on TV.

"finally come."

Gideon narrowed his eyes and murmured, "When you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes into you."

Detective Supervisor Hotchner stopped JJ and Reed with his eyes and did not elaborate on what this scene represented.

The TV interview continues.

Patrick Jane showed off the charm of a successful man freely on TV. The male and female hosts cooperated seamlessly. When he heard the reminder of the program's explosion coming from the headset, he smiled brightly.

late at night.

The proud Patrick Jane ended the interview and drove back to his villa in the suburbs.

This is a luxurious villa, surrounded by floor-to-ceiling windows, with very good lighting. Through the glass, under the dim light of the night light, he saw the piano in the living room, and a hint of heartfelt arc appeared at the corner of his mouth.

His angel daughter Charlotte has now started learning piano under the guidance of her mother. When he saw the piano, he couldn't help but think of the beautiful scene of mother and daughter playing the piano together.

He gently opened the door with the key and entered the house. Pushing aside the trolley that his daughter had placed randomly, he walked briskly upstairs. Various happy photos of their family were hung on both sides of the stairs. When he reached the second floor, he He slowed down, fearing to wake his sleeping wife and daughter, but the smile on his lips suddenly stopped.

In the dim light of the night light, he saw a note posted on the door, and an ominous premonition came over him.

When he walked in and took a look, he saw it read: "Dear Mr. Jane, I don't like people to slander me in the media, especially those dirty liars who are only interested in profit. If you are a real psychic, not a You deceitful bastard, you don’t have to open the door to see what I did to your lovely wife and children.”

Patrick Jane opened the door with trembling hands. With a creaking sound, the door opened. In the dark room, a beam of light hit the wall seen from the front, with a blood-red smile on it.

At this moment, Patrick Jane's heart seemed to skip a beat, and countless pictures appeared in his mind.

He was originally a poor boy who was led by his liar father to follow the American traveling circus and amusement park, constantly traveling to country fairs across the United States to swindle money.

Perhaps he inherited the genes of his liar father. He is extremely talented, and coupled with the careful training taught by his experienced liar father who traveled all over the country, he can easily deduce a person's basic situation through appearances before he reaches adulthood.

His father began to use him to defraud a large amount of money, but the first time he was lured out with a careful design was a little girl with cancer from a wealthy family. When medical skills could not save her, her family began to resort to mystery.

And he plays the role of a magical boy who can communicate with mysterious existences. He makes a decision that goes against his ancestors and sells the ancestral crystal with mysterious power to this rich family for a sky-high price to treat the little girl's cancer.

Everything went well, but when he looked at the longing eyes of the little girl with cancer, he finally backed down and chose to break up with his father and go out alone.

An underage boy is struggling in society alone. Even if he is extremely talented, it is not as smooth as expected and he has suffered a lot.

Then he met her, a girl named Angela. Her family was also a member of the mobile touring show. However, she had transformed from a small business since she was a child to running a large amusement park. She no longer needed to rely solely on cheating. Having made money, the family is quite wealthy.

To a poor boy like him, she was simply a princess from a rich family.

It's very cliche and classic. The princess fell in love with the poor boy, and was even willing to elope with him, marry him, and now she gave birth to an angel daughter for him.

He has a happy marriage and family, and a prosperous career. He feels that everything is so beautiful. He enjoys it to the fullest. The caution he used to be a liar and mouse has long been forgotten by him. He talks and laughs without restraint and shows off his talents wantonly.

It wasn't until he saw the blood-red smiling face lighting up on the wall that he realized with horror that he had made a huge mistake.

This is the classic mark of Bloody John.

As for how Bloody John treated those women, as the super-sensory detective who hunted Bloody John, he had read the files.

It's just that I can't see it on paper, but I know that I have to do it in detail.

Only at this moment did he truly understand what this bloody smile meant to the families of the victims.

He walked stiffly, held the door, and walked slowly in. His eyes were filled with dazzling red, and he couldn't help but close his eyes in pain.

His daughter Charlotte is still young. When he comes home late at night, his wife Angela always takes her daughter to bed.

There was no sign of his wife or daughter on the bed, and the bathroom in the master bedroom was half open, with light shining through.

He endured the endless fear and pain and staggered over, only to see two figures, one large and one small, lying in a pool of blood.

"Angela, Charlotte..."

Patrick Jane sat there paralyzed and let out a heart-rending cry.

His screams echoed throughout the room.

"Are you still being mean?"

After a long time, when his hoarse crying turned into whimpering and mourning, a deep voice suddenly came from the darkness.

"who?!"

Patrick Jane suddenly looked towards the dark corner of the bedroom.

"Who is the lonely, sad and tortured person now?"

Along with the sound, the figure slowly walked out of the darkness.

"It's you!"

When Patrick Jane saw the face exposed in the darkness, he was stunned. Then he reacted and suddenly reached out to grab the figure in the pool of blood. The touch of his hand was not a normal skin touch at all, but a plastic feeling. It was completely When he understood, he wiped his tears, cursed in his mouth, stood up and rushed over with red eyes: "Son of a bitch! Chuck Wolf, you bastard! You are going too far!!!" "