Sha Qing

Ep8 Rose Slayer

The group brawl under the black walnut tree was finally lost because none of the people involved caught it. Of course, the state university that was burned by the campus murders did not have the time to manage such a large and small one. Violation.

Now the focus of students' attention is no longer on Lei Zhe, but Quentin, the city sheriff's son who has worked tirelessly as an unofficial press spokesman, detailing the investigation process of the cases spied on by his identity. Post it little by little to the people around you.

"The police have enough evidence to suspect that the homicide is very much related to the one in Forest Park five months ago, and the killer may be the same person."

"The scattered bouquet of roses found at the scene of the murder in the Forest Park and the rose petals found at the scene of this murder are intentional marks left by the murderer-you know, many serial killers like to stay at the scene of the murder or the victim. Exclusive marks, such as 'The Night Tracker' Richard Ramirez's pentagram. "

"Serial? Yes, only two victims have been found so far. According to police standards, 'Rose Slayer' is not a qualified serial killer, but as long as he hasn't caught him, he will definitely take another shot. When the victim reaches three or more, he will be honorably promoted. "

"His target? According to a criminal profile made by an expert, the killer has so far targeted people of color and homosexuality. The killing method reflects the psychological tendency of aversion and anger, so he is likely to be an extreme Racists and anti-gay. "

"Speaking of this," one of the guys in the audience suddenly interrupted. "Did Clyde and Colin did another fight yesterday? It would be appropriate for them to fit in the killer's and victim's frames, maybe they could shoot It's a sad movie that hates extreme love, and it's popular now. "

Everyone laughed at the mean satire.

Only Lei Zhe frowned, and muttered to Li Biqing: "In Latin customs, words that have an omenous meaning cannot be talked about, but will bring bad luck."

Li Biqing whispered, "There is a similar saying in our country-a phrase becomes a concubine." He said the last word in Chinese. Lei Zhe looked at him and seemed to understand the meaning of the word.

It turned out that this was not just an ominous hunch, just fourteen days after the murder, another campus murder shocked the entire city of Portland.

The first person found at the murder scene was a girl who loved morning exercises. When she ran on the lakeside between the campus and the forest park, she was fainted by the floating body near the shore. The police received the alarm and salvaged the corpse that had been soaked overnight. After identification, they were found to be another student at the State University.

In the autopsy room of the city police station, the forensic doctor Doug dragged a body bag from the freezer and placed it on the autopsy table. He unzipped the bag to reveal the body of a red-haired young man inside, and a small label was fixed on it. On his big toe, the name of the deceased person and the date of birth were written in black ink on it: "Colin Milavich, 1995.5.10".

"Poor boy, he has just passed his 20th birthday." Policewoman Amanda's eyes were red.

In the room were two federal agents with FBI badges on their chests, and female detective Tia, with beautiful blonde hair and curly hair, told Sergeant Trevi with a somber look: "The third victim-we have reason to believe After the Nocturne, Oregon has another serial killer. "

Sheriff Trevi looked awkward, and seemed to have grown old for half a month. He stared at the childlike face, which was still bloodless, and sighed: "I know this child. He is a classmate of my son Quentin. They are good friends ... Doug, talk about your discovery Right. "

The middle-aged forensic man with glasses nodded and said, "Like a dead body, he died of excessive blood loss caused by ruptured internal organs. The chest, abdomen, lower back, hips, and thighs were stabbed with sharp objects, and the wound was irregular. It was caused before death. The deepest wound was the **** / portal. It was pierced by a 3-inch diameter, 1.2-foot-long, sharpened branch and penetrated the intestines to the stomach. Unlike the upper body, the deceased A thick branch was also inserted in his throat, and his tongue and esophagus were torn. Preliminary identification of the rose petals found at the scene was the same species found at the scene of the previous homicide. "

"Are there any suspects?" Tia asked Trevi.

"One, also a student at State University, is called Clyde. Before the incident, more than one eyewitness saw him in serious conflict with Colin, and he publicly threatened him with Colin's next death."

"Does he have a criminal record?"

"Drag racing, drunk driving, brawling, but not documented. In addition, according to feedback from students and teachers, he often makes some radical racist and anti-identical remarks."

"Very good, racism, discrimination on the basis of sexual orientation, as long as one liar into sex, he is eligible to run for MP!" Tia satirically, "why not arrest him?"

The black sheriff hesitated and said, "He is the eldest son of the Brandy family and the first heir to the Brandy Consortium. His father is a member of the Senate, and the previous violations were under the intervention of Mr. Brandy. Erased. "

"So the city police flinched, didn't they? Because the suspect's father's business charged a large amount of money into the state government's tax account?" Tia raised her chin contemptuously. "If you dare not, let the FBI do it. She turned to her assistant and said, "Arrest him! Don't forget to read his right."

The arrest of Clyde Brandi triggered a surge of public opinion, which was broadcast and published by various television stations and newspapers as headlines. The obvious contrast between the victims of the middle class and the suspects of the billionaire family quickly turned the public opinion to one side. Regarding the second generation of the rich and the second generation of officials, they should be punished severely and the police must not yield to the powerful Hustle and bustle.

No matter how young suspects show their innocence and attack the police for malfeasance, they are so weak in this wave of public opinion that they have seriously affected the reputation of Parliamentary Brandy and his status in Parliament. The case is still pending, but the media has already convicted Clyde Brandi as a "campus serial killer" and a "rose killer".

In the rented apartment, Li Biqing put down the newspaper in his hand and gave a restless glance at the federal agent drinking black tea-the latter seems to have become addicted to Laoshan race.

"What do you want to say?" Leo asked.

Li Biqing repeatedly whispered, "I think ... Clyde may not be the murderer."

"Why? Do you have evidence?" Leo dropped the tea cup.

"No, but ..."

"In other words, is it intuition?" Leo laughed. "The court won't accept a source of evidence called" intuition, "boy."

Li Biqing discouraged tossed the newspaper aside, "I will find the evidence."

"I don't allow you to get involved in the murder, Li Biqing!" Leo warned him.

"Why? I'm not a minor, and you are not my parents. Speaking," the Chinese-born boy smiled unwillingly. "As a brother-in-law, I should be your half parent, right?"

"Because I am a law enforcer," Leo replied unmoved. "If you have to swim, I will stop your class and lock you in the apartment!"

"Okay, you won." Li Biqing raised his hands to surrender. "I promise not to worry much."

"I hope your guarantee is valid." Leo said, "Otherwise I'll notify Jasmine-you know she called again yesterday to see if you are adapting to life here. Almost every two or three days, I called and I called I have never seen her care about a person like this. If you dare to make her sad, I will put a gun in your heart-I am serious. "

"Although the feasibility is not high, the mentality is indeed serious." Li Biqing served the soft court, "I swear to guarantee the validity."

"Good boy," the future wife and brother, who were several years old, told him in an elder tone.

After the federal agent thought that the matter had ended, a familiar number opened his mobile phone. At that time, he was working with Rob and several colleagues of the FBI Oregon branch in a Japanese garden in downtown Portland. Dine in a Japanese restaurant.

"Where are you, I have something important to talk to you." Li Biqing said on his mobile phone.

Leo asked the address and asked, "What matters so much, do I need to find you?"

"Wait for a while." The other party hung up and hung up.

Twenty minutes later, a Chinese-born boy appeared in a Japanese restaurant. Rob saw him and happily waved: "Hi, Bi Qing, here! I guess it was you when Leo picked up the phone in Chinese. Come and eat with us-waiter, add a seat! "

Sitting down on the newly added tatami mat, the Chinese-born boy calmed down his breath and greeted the present agent politely: "Hello, meet for the first time, please take care of me."

"What's the matter, do you want to talk about it alone?" Leo asked.

"No, there is no need to avoid everyone." Li Biqing found two small transparent plastic bags from the bag and put them on the dining table. The plastic bag contained some withered flowers and residual petals.

"What is this?" Leo said. "It looks like a rose."

"Not roses, roses."

Rob interjected: "Is there a difference, it's the same anyway."

"No, it's different. This is Rosamultiflora." Li Biqing explained carefully with the botanical name, "It belongs to the Rosaceae family, but it is indeed a different species."

"Then?" The silver-haired Dr. Cremont, who was sitting opposite him, waited patiently for him to continue.

"They came from two homicide scenes, this bag," he pointed to a plastic bag with a dead flower. "I picked them up in the grass at the murder scene I first found; and this bag," he pointed to Another bag of residual flaps, "I salvaged from the lake near where Colin's body was found." He paused and said quickly before Leo's face changed: "I don't know the murder in Forest Park six months ago. It was not this kind of flower found at the scene, but I can be sure that the important evidence in the latter two cases has deviated from the definition of the police. "

"I still don't understand," Rob said, puzzled. "What does it matter whether the murder left a rose or a rose? It doesn't matter for the detection, and the suspect has been arrested."

"I don't know how to express it, my English is not very good ..." Li Biqing considered the words carefully, "This is a kind of, uh, just as different objects in literature create different artistic conceptions, which shows that the killers are different. Psychological projection ... To put it simply-it may not be appropriate to say this, but I can't think of a more appropriate one-roses represent pure negatives, roses represent positive to negative, if you use people to compare, roses are beautiful, roses It's a beautiful boy. "

Dr. Cremont's deep eyes narrowed behind the lens, as if something had touched a sensitive nerve in a flash.

"Haha, it's so mysterious, but it doesn't seem to be an objective theory?" Rob smiled disapprovingly. "It's funny, boy, keep playing the detective game."

Li Biqing showed a depressed look. He also knows that this understanding is far-fetched, and that it can only be understood unspeakably. It is not strong evidence to prove that the murderer was not only with hatred when he committed the crime.

"No, his statement suddenly inspired me, and so on, I have to catch them!" Dr. Cremont murmured, "the mental projection of the murderer ..." He suddenly shot the case and said, "I have to Back to the Forensics Department! "

"What?" Rob asked at the back of his hurried departure.

"Do another spectral analysis for the weapon!" Dr. Cremont dropped a sentence without looking back.

Facing each other with several agents such as Tia, Rob said inexplicably: "No matter what he is, let's eat. Leo--"

His partner stood up and pulled up a Chinese boy: "You eat slowly, we take a step in advance!"

Almost dragged back to the car, Leo asked angrily: "What do you want to do! Li Biqing, I think I have warned you-"

"Yes, I promised, but I promised, that would be wrong." The Chinese boy sincerely admitted his mistake. "But I can't just stand by. Colin is a person I know, although I can't reach the height of a friend, But we talked, and I still remember the vivid expression on his face, the glory in his eyes when he spoke, and then he suddenly turned into a sore, cold body—I have to do something, Oh, although I know I can't do anything with my modest strength-but I have to do something! Rio, can you understand this feeling? "He opened his tan eyes with an almost sorrowful look Looking at the federal agent, "If you can understand, you can understand the pain I can't sleep at night for the past few days ..."

Leo froze. In these remarks he felt a kind of sadness pointing directly to the soul, especially the last sentence, which made him feel the same pain as the sick.

He slowly let go of his hand, a little darkened. "I see in your eyes that this is not a person who gives up lightly," he smiled bitterly, "this is the same as mine."

Li Biqing breathed a sigh of relief and reassured: "I know that you are worried about my personal safety, and I promise that I will have a sense of proportion. I must not put myself in danger."

"Your guaranteed credit has been greatly reduced, and I will not believe it any more." The black-haired federal agent said unmoved, "If you wish, Dr. Cremont has gone to re-examine the weapon, I don't know Why he was impressed by your words, not sure what he would find out, but your dangerous action ends here. I don't want to imprison you, but if there is another time, I will charge you with obstruction of law enforcement Handcuffed to the police station, I swear! "

Li Biqing heard in a hard and firm tone that this is not just intimidation, Leo will do what he says. Faced with strong pressure from national law enforcement officials, he nodded obediently, "Well, I won't step in again."

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