Sha Qing

Local police took over the scene of the explosion. In the end, Leo thanked Fang for sending police escorts and took a taxi. At this time, it was more than 12 o'clock in the middle of the night. They decided to go to Leo's parents' apartment on East 86th Street in Manhattan for one night, and then go to the FBI branch building the next day.

When entering the door, Sha Qing said consciously or unintentionally: "It has not changed much from last year. It is really nostalgic."

Leo said, "I think it's changed a lot, especially in my bedroom. There's an extra box of clothes and sundry mailed by someone-why should I wash the underwear you wear?"

"You can leave it alone and **** breath from time to time?"

"I don't have a fetish again!" Leo dragged him over and kissed him like a punishment. "If you want to feel it yourself, you can do it anytime."

"Do the business first." Sha Qing laughed and pushed away the endless lover, pulled out the black tea he had hidden from the refrigerator, and made a pot of tea.

In the fragrant tea fragrance, the two looked at the scene photos of the flesh and blood and the investigation data about the "ghost in the dark lane" before killing the youth.

"This guy only picks young women. The dark alley is not the place where the crime occurred, but the dead body. The victims have some things in common: blond hair, full body, wearing stiletto heels. They had been tortured and strong before death. It was violent, partly violated after death, the clothes were torn, and the body was in a weird posture-this way, and this way. "Killing Qing pointed a few photos with his pen tip." These are ritualized, The details may be derived from the long-term fantasies of the killer. For the killer, the result of the killing is not the most important. He enjoys the pain and fear of the victim. "

Leo twisted her eyebrows into a stern ball, and used a marker to draw out a sentence in the data:

Carefully designed murder script, strict selection of victims, ritualization of the killing process, with a set of strategies such as approach, seduce, and confusion, showing control throughout the process-judged as "enjoying killer" (Holms & Berg classification system) And "angry-inspired killer" (Kaipor classification system).

"Your definition of the killer coincides with the profiler of BAU. The report they provide also points out that the killer attaches great importance to preparation for the crime and enjoys the killing process. He even has a special purpose for torture and murder. A toolbox created by him. He is very alert, and will erase the evidence on the scene, hide the corpses, and abandon the corpses from a long distance. The hunting circle and the life circle will live in the two areas separated by a distance, and live a double life of surface security, secret killing, This also makes it more difficult for police to resolve cases. "

Sha Qing nodded and said, "Even in my opinion, it is a very difficult type of killer to capture."

"So, that's it?" Leo spread his hand and raised an eyebrow at him. "You want me to believe that you have as much information about this as BAU's writer?"

Killing the youth and laughing: "Do you think the serial killers across the country are already in my pants pockets?"

"Not all, but the 13 you delineated are more than just silhouettes on paper, right," Leo said resolutely.

Sha Qing shrugged indifferently.

"I know what you want to do, but you have to give up, and you mustn't do it in private, and you shouldn't make the whole city more bloody!" Leo glanced at his ankle with a pointed finger. "Treasure your promise to me . "

Killing the blue with the bottom of the cup on the metal positioning ring on the ankle, rolled his eyes in a sudden sound: "No! No! Oh, your tone is like a suspicious control crazy husband."

"Then tell me more, those key parts that have been concealed in the data, how close are you to‘ Ghost Lane ’?” Leo asked.

Sha Qing threw the empty tea cup into his arms, and walked up to Leo's bedroom: "I know he can hide the murder kit and death souvenir, but he can't hide the wanton metamorphosis. In order to experience a stronger sense of excitement , He participated in a search team organized by the local police. "

"You mean, we'll see the killer's name on the police list of volunteers?" Leo Teng stood up. "What are we waiting for?"

"When dawn comes, the administrative staff of the Municipal Police Department's archives office will come to work. Do you think all police officers are like you?" Yakuzai yawned, "Tell me, where is that underwear, under your pillow?"

An empty taxi parked in front of an Italian restaurant called "rivercafe" in Brooklyn, New York.

Taxi driver Iverson entered the room under the supervision of two bodyguards, took off his hat, and stood respectfully in front of the sofa.

On the leather luxury sofa, there was a man in his fifties who was in a suit and leather shoes. His dark brown hair was well-groomed and his body was a little blessed. But the sharp-edged hawk-nosed nose and contemptuous quilted eyes, like a sharp knife, broke the bloated and clumsy illusion, revealing some of the bones' attributes that belonged to the commander.

"Are you sure they live in that apartment?" Asked the family's second boss, Joey Bolano, with a hoarse voice and a strong Sicilian accent.

"Okay, apartment 103, East 86th Street, Manhattan." Iverson repeated the address again, and squeezed his hat nervously. "I was still squatting on the street corner for half an hour, and the light was on all the time. They didn't Come out, it should not be a cover. "

Joey tapped his cane in front of his toe: "I don't need anyone to judge for me!"

"I'm sorry, boss two." Iverson immediately bowed and apologized.

Joe waved the tip of his stick and motioned him to withdraw.

Joaquin stood behind Joey and lit a cigar for him. The thirty-something Cuban was originally a stolen expert who was responsible for leading the theft between the theft gang and the mafia. After more than two years of observation and testing, Joey is quite satisfied with his cleverness and loyalty, and this year began to consider absorbing him and promote him from a "partner" to a full member of the family. In fact, they had treated him as their own, except for a symbolic initiation ceremony.

"Send more people over. I want a living room in that house." Joey exhaled a ring of smoke, his voice softly as if to say, "I want another plate of roast chicken on the table tonight."

Joaquin immediately replied, "I'll arrange it."

"He-when will he come out?" Joey asked again.

Joaquin knew who this "he" was, and replied: "Tomorrow morning, the Federal Court of the Southern District of New York will make a final judgment and he will be released without charge."

"No wonder the 24-hour period has been set." Joey sneered and sprayed smoke from his nostrils. "Within 24 hours, if I don't solve the murderer, Alessio can avenge his brother after he leaves prison. Banner, firmly seat the head of the family. "

"However, who is the" godfather "does not depend on an old ring. In the new capital era, some untimely traditions should be abolished." Hua Jin said.

Joey nodded with satisfaction. "Follow me and no one dares to provoke you. If Yannello is ignorant of current affairs and wants to follow Alessio, then the position of the" counselor "in the family needs to be considered . "

Joaquin resigned gratefully.

Joey turned his face to the half-open window, and the Manhattan area across the river was brightly lit at night.

Under the shadow of night, a group of people in black broke the door lock silently and invaded a two-storey apartment on East 86th Street in Manhattan. They were very sophisticated in controlling the entrance and exit, and at the same time opened the bedroom door and blasted on the bed with charge / guns. Between the tongues of fire, hail slammed under the shell on the solid wood floor.

After a burst of fire, feather cotton fluttered in the bedroom. One of the assailants stepped forward and pierced the messy sheets with a muzzle, only to find that there were only two large pillows under the hole.

"There is no one in this room," his comrade leaned in from the door and said.

"Withdraw." The leader immediately issued an order.

They quickly left the apartment and fled in their respective cars. Residents who heard gunfire nearby called the police for the first time. A few minutes later, the police car whistled with a stern whistle.

Leo drove a black Chevrolet SUV on his way to the city police station.

The phone vibrated and rang, and the killer in the front passenger seat reached into his jacket pocket.

"SMS of unknown number, 20, 15, 24." Sha Qing checked the current time, 3.45 am, "Time coincides ... I guess your parents' apartment is going to be unlucky."

"This group of crickets / children raises!" Leo sweared in pain.

"Your persistence saved our lives, Mr. Workaholic. So the countdown will continue until either of them dies."

"Or you take the most recent flight back to D.C. Washington, far from the Mafia, and they can't reach it."

Killing the young smile: "Don't waste your saliva on suggestions that are not possible, Agent."

Leo stared blankly at the front and stopped talking.

Soon after they entered the city police station, it was already 6 o’clock in the morning after some formalities of waiting, waiting, and routine business. The responsible person in the archives hurried from home to find the list they needed in a pile of paper bags. With bitter revenge, he went for coffee.

Several agents from the FBI's New York branch also arrived at the police station. Leo handed over the list of three volunteers who organized the search team to the information service section's Teri, and said to him, "Develop a procedure to cover these. Everyone on the list, including their height, weight, physical characteristics; work, address, growth history, range of amateur activities ... then I will use the exclusion method to screen suspects. "

Teri took over the list, called up the relevant electronic files, and started to run the programming like enclave. An hour later, he said, "That's it, sir. There are 268 people in all."

"Very good," Leo turned to Sha Qing, "Luo Yi, your time."

"My show." Killing Qing teased his lips, "In order to have more time to design the murder script, he is engaged in a high degree of freedom, fixed at work and ruled out taking leave.

"His life circle will be far from the hunting circle, connecting the four corpse sites to draw a circle, and the address will be excluded within the concentric circle with a radius of 20 kilometers.

"Anger-inspired killers generally commit crimes after full sexual maturity, with exclusion under the age of 30.

"He is very clever. Although he may not be very gregarious, both academic and service performance will be better, and low education is excluded.

"He is good at demonstrating his charm to seduce and confuse the victim and reduce the alertness of the other party. Therefore, he will have a good figure, a look above the standard, and be too fat and ugly.

"Well, tell me how many people are left on the list?"

Terry whispered, "Seven."

He printed out the details of these seven people, took them over, and patted Leo's chest: "Let's go hunting, Captain America. Don't forget to pay more attention in the basement, attic, garage, etc. It's the secret base of the Dark Lane Ghost's murder kit, victim's stump and death memorabilia. "

"Aren't you going?" Leo asked.

Killing his fingers and bending his fingers, he made a beast-claw shape of the current little girl's favorite selfie: "I'm afraid I didn't hold back, and concocted him like a victim-no, it's different, I will torture , Corpses, but not **** / rape. "

His gesture was dumb, but his tone was serious and cold. There was no joking element, so that nearby police officers cast a startled look.

Leo wiped his face hard with the palm of his hand, and replied in an indescribable tone: "You **** stay in my sight! Otherwise, get ready for a shot on your ankle and sleep for twelve in the confinement room. hour!"

Sha Qing retorted: "Do you think you can escape the fire of revenge from Sicily by holding me in the confinement room of the police station?"

"Anyway, it's better than you go alone with them alone to make a knot with them! Do you dare to swear you didn't think of it just now?"

"You think I can't settle them, so I have to trust my security to the police? Come on, even your FBI safe house is full of loopholes!"

"Not 'you FBI', it's 'us', 'us'! How many times must I stress?"

Terry was sandwiched between two courageous colleagues and raised two round arms: "Can you quarrel out of the police station, which makes me feel a little ... ashamed ..."

"Shut up!" Both men turned and shouted at him at the same time.

Then Leo pulled out the handcuffs from his pants pocket, and shook threateningly before killing Qing, pulling his wrists and pulling him out of the police station.

The FBI teamed up with the city police and dispatched two teams at the same time, from 8 am to 12 noon. Four of the seven suspects were ruled out, and the remaining three were to be searched. The address was farthest from the city.

Leo bought two set meals at a curbside fast food restaurant and returned to the car to grab his beef parsley cheeseburger. Sha Qing applied thorn jam to his bacon burger and took a critical bite. "Are you in the order of the remaining three?"

Leo nodded.

"According to the general law of film and television dramas, the real murderer is always the last one, so can we skip the first two directly and save some time?"

Leo laughed, swallowed the orange juice in his mouth, and asked, "I have a little doubt. It is not difficult for you to be only one list away from the" Ghost in the Dark Lane. "Why does he live to this day?

"I was going to kill him before going to Luna Island, but he was lucky. At that time, the golden wig and stilettos I bought online were still on the road." Sha Qingsha explained with a sense of blame.

Leo Renjun shook his head uncontrollably, then smiled, and said, "Baby, you have to control yourself."

"I know." Sha Qing answered indifferently.

"For the chain that binds the beast."

Killing the blue for a moment, humming with his nose.

Leo launched the SUV and led several police cars toward the next suspect's residence on the list.

"I thought you were all capable family members." Joey looked dull, and his cane hit the ground next to his feet. "But two consecutive misses made me have to re-evaluate your importance to the family."

The men standing in front of him lowered their heads and did not dare to argue.

"You know, my tolerance is limited. There are 12 hours left. This is his countdown, and it's yours." Joey said.

One of them couldn't help but ask, "He is now surrounded by a group of slivers. We can't find a chance to start, can we give more time?"

Joey moved his tip of his stick up to his chest, "You're dragging time, aren't you? Dragging it tomorrow morning, when Alessio is released, you're all right."

The other's face changed, and cold sweat exuded: "I have no doubt about your loyalty, boss!"

"Then use action to prove it. I don't care what means you use, I only want his life, remember, 12 hours."

Watching his men walk out of the room, Joey held his cane and closed his eyes for a while, then lifted the telephone receiver on the desk: "Joa, come over here."

At 2:30 in the afternoon, after the rain, the water stains on the street evaporated and the temperature finally rose to a warmth after spring.

Sha Qing took off his jacket and sat idly in the car while listening to songs while waiting for Leo and the commandos to come out of the suspect's residence. In addition to him, there are four other local police officers.

On the other side of the street, behind the sidewalk trees is a row of old-fashioned buildings. Most of the rooms are made of low-cost rental houses and inaccessible small hotels.

Behind one of the inconspicuous windows on the second floor of a building, a crumpled curtain was ripped open a gap, and the camouflage barrel of Roba QR2-F sniper rifle / gun came out, and the crosshair in the sight was locked. Head of young Asian man in the car window.

The sniper skillfully fine-tuned the position of the crosshair, stopped chewing gum, and put the trigger on the index finger in the glove.

The bullet was ready, but the phone suddenly vibrated silently in his pocket.

Forefinger stagnates unwillingly and leaves the trigger. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and looked down.

A few seconds later, his gaze returned to the sight, shifted the sight to the right, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

He never believed in special functions, but he believed in neural warning, which was an extremely keen instinct refined from countless blood and crises on the battlefield, and for him, the battlefield was everywhere. This intuition prompted him to open the door of the front passenger's seat suddenly in the drowsy warm sun in the afternoon, lowering his body and rolling out.

Immediately afterwards, the bullet shattered the rear-seat window and splattered the glass.

Police officers rushed out of the car, using the body as a cover, and aimed their muzzles at the dense windows of the building opposite.

The sniper / barrel had been retracted from the curtain slit. The sniper slammed the gun open, hid the parts in a cleaning cart, and whistled the cart out of the guest room.

When the assault commander came across the road, surrounded the building and searched it layer by layer, the sniper had already fled.

"So the guy who lives here isn't‘ Dark Lane Ghost ’? Then let ’s go next.” Holding the list between his fingers, Sha Qing shook at Leo.

The dark-haired detective covered his face with frost, and said sternly, "Don't take it seriously, Lo Yi! They even sent snipers. What would happen if you responded slowly? Act with us. I'll send you back to the branch building first. You'll stay in the office and don't go anywhere until I come back. "

"If you're worried, then hurry up and grab‘ Dark Lane Ghost ’and give me some time to solve this mess.” Sha Qing said.

Leo said nothing, and threw him into another police car.

"Wait!" Sha Qing called, walked to the SUV, looked at the glass debris scattered in the back compartment, and looked up at the building window across the road. "If this shot really kills me, that guy's sniper lesson will definitely fail. He aimed at the rear window ..."

"You want to say that the sniper was merciful to your men? Why, you look handsome?" Leo's anger remained.

"The obvious things don't need to be said." Sha Qing laughed. "Come on, catch the rat in the dark lane first, and then I will kick the Italian ass."

"You are walking your tightrope on the cliff with your life!" Leo pulled out his phone and showed him the newly received text message: 8, 21, 30.

"I have always been in this style, don't you know?" Sha Qing asked back.

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