Tokyo: Simulation starts from the big sister next door

It can be seen that her concern for herself was just a pretense.

These murderers who were able to escape the police are all good actors, with acting skills that are no less than those of movie emperors.

After sighing, he did not stay for long. He went to the mobile phone store in front, bought some mobile phones, and then hurried home carrying a bunch of mobile phones.

back home.

An Zeliang placed the mobile phones he bought on the table one by one, then turned on the TV, switched to Tokyo Channel, and started watching today's program.

A talk show is playing on TV.

The person being interviewed was Jun'ichi Watanabe. The old man was chatting with the host with a kind face, and there was no trace of a murderer in his eyes.

But often such people are the real contrast bitches.

I have to say, if this old man were to act in a movie and play a murderer, he would probably win the Cannes Best Actor Award.

With emotion, An Zeliang picked up the information on the table that he had sorted out all night last night. While flipping through the information, he looked at the kind old man on TV, his eyes flickering slightly as he analyzed.

"He loves to be in the limelight. Even now that he is old, he still wants to maintain the myth of the killer, so he set up a website and frequently participated in related TV shows."

"He doesn't just want to kill people, he wants people to fear him... This is a megalomaniacal mental illness, which is also a problem in most serial killers."

After spending some time together, he summarized some information about the murderer.

If his plan worked, this information would completely put an end to the myth of the killer.

Moreover, it is an ending that does not require any effort on your part...

"Next, it's our telephone interaction session. If you have any questions you want to ask, or any clues to the case you want to share, you can call to interact with the host and Mr. Watanabe." The beautiful host said with a smile.

That's when.

An Zeliang picked up a bunch of mobile phones that he had prepared in advance, dialed the TV station numbers one by one, and started making calls at the same time.

You may not be able to get through to one or two mobile phones, but if there are a bunch of mobile phones, you can always get through to one, right?

The first call.

It was another audience member who called in.

"Hello, Mr. Watanabe."

"Hello, what questions do you have?" Jun'ichi Watanabe responded to the audience with a smile.

"Well, I want to ask, do you think it's possible that this serial killer is dead? After all, so many years have passed."

"Maybe, maybe there is such a possibility." Jun'ichi Watanabe answered perfunctorily.

"Really? Do you think so? I think so too... But since you think he might be dead, why do you keep tracking him? Is it to get attention?"

The audience member's question went off topic, which made the host feel a little embarrassed and he was about to interrupt the other party.

But Jun'ichi Watanabe still replied in a very calm tone: "I'm just betting, betting on a possibility, betting that he is not dead yet, betting on the possibility that he will kill again! This way, the next time he makes a move, I may be able to catch him!"

"If possible, I also hope that the killer will never appear in this world again. In this way, perhaps I can be completely free..."

His tone was full of compassion, which made people feel sympathy.

After the first call, Jun'ichi Watanabe's popularity actually increased.

Then, to the second call.

It was still other viewers who called in.

But the first question this audience member asked stumped the host.

"Mr. Watanabe, do you think it's possible that the murderer is a woman?"

"He is a rapist and murderer, how could he be a woman?" Jun'ichi Watanabe responded.

"It's possible! What if she was just disguising herself as a man? For example, she used some props to hurt the female victim, and then pretended that it was a man who did it. I think it's very possible! We can't limit our thinking. What if it's a woman?"

"Um... that's also possible."

Jun'ichi Watanabe was obviously helpless and had no way to argue, so he just followed his topic.

"Right, right! I said there was such a possibility! I also speculated that he might be an alien from another planet, disguised as a human female, to carry out the human elimination plan! Mr. Watanabe, do you think it is possible?" The audience became more and more excited, and their analysis was so logical that even Jun'ichi Watanabe was stumped.

"..."

When An Zeliang heard this, he shook his head in amusement. These audiences really had wild imaginations.

As expected of a Tokyo show, it’s a bit outrageous and childish, but that’s also normal.

at this time.

A phone on the table suddenly rang.

Then the voice of the staff came from the other side, saying that An Zeliang became the third person who could interact with the guests and hosts of the live broadcast.

Wait a moment until the second audience member finishes, then you can connect the call.

While waiting, An Zeliang downloaded a voice-changing software to change his voice.

"Excuse me, audience, are you still here?"

That's when.

The host's voice came from the phone.

"Here I am."

While An Zeliang was using the voice changer, he also pinched his nose to change his voice as a double insurance.

"Excuse me, is there anything you would like to interact with?" the host asked politely.

Because the questions asked by the first two audience members were so ridiculous, the host no longer had much hope for the following questions.

I just hope it’s not too outrageous!

"I think the killer is a tragic person."

An Zeliang's rough voice was transmitted to the TV station, and then spread to every audience member who was watching through the TV station.

When he heard this, Jun'ichi Watanabe frowned slightly.

"How did you come to this conclusion?" Jun'ichi Watanabe asked, his tone still normal.

An Zeliang did not answer the question, but continued: "I think he is a person who craves attention and fame. He has been living in a myth that he wrote and directed himself, like a pathetic psychopath."

"He is also a stubborn person. He must lack a sense of existence in real life. In my opinion, his tragedy must have started from his decadence and uselessness in his youth."

"I guess that he was courting his favorite goddess one time, but was belittled and made to feel worthless, and then he accidentally killed the woman he loved."

"That accident... allowed him to taste the power of killing for the first time... From then on, he couldn't help himself and became a puppet of desire."

"What a serial killer, he's nothing but a puppet!"

An Zeliang's words touched Jun'ichi Watanabe's heart.

Junichi Watanabe frowned, and could not help but touch his ring subconsciously, and retorted in a bad tone: "You said these speculations are just your delusions!"

"No one understands this murderer better than me! He is very cunning and rational. In fact, he possesses wisdom that ordinary people can hardly imagine."

"otherwise."

"How could the police be fooled by him? How could such a terrible character be as pathetic as you say? You are simply talking nonsense!"

"Mr. Watanabe is indeed the person who knows the murderer best, but this audience friend's point of view is very interesting." The beautiful host rarely received an audience member who made a serious analysis. Naturally, she did not want the audience and the guest to conflict. She quickly asked, "Then may I ask this audience member whether he thinks the murderer will continue to commit crimes in the future?"

At this moment.

An Zeliang continued firmly: "No! He is old, he is no longer capable, he has become very insignificant now."

"Maybe a child could knock him down, or maybe he accidentally fell while going upstairs and never got up again."

"How can such an aging guy continue to kill people?"

His tone was serious.

Junichi Watanabe couldn't help but interrupt, "No, I think you're wrong! I have a completely different opinion from you. I think the killer will definitely strike again. You can't judge a killer with common sense!

"I think there may be many more victims in the future!"

"After all, the killer was able to escape the police so easily, and the police had no way to deal with him... To this day, he is still the most respected killer by the police."

"Although I hate to say this, we should be afraid of this murderer... He may be among the crowd, looking for his next prey."

As Jun'ichi Watanabe spoke, he sighed deeply, as if he was mourning for the innocent.

An Zeliang laughed and continued, "Oh? The one that the police value the most? Mr. Watanabe, forgive me for being frank, but based on my understanding, the killer that the police and even the public are most afraid of is that scumbag killer."

An Zeliang's words were echoed by many audience members.

"That's right, this scumbag killer is truly terrifying... He has killed dozens of people in just a few years..."

"I heard that the scumbag killer no longer only kills men. Some time ago, he also attacked women!"

"Really? He is indeed the most terrible murderer!"

"I feel like the scumbag killer is much scarier than the murderer."

"Alas, you must be careful when going out next time, and never come into contact with strangers..."

The audience at the live broadcast was discussing that it was obvious that the shadow brought by the scumbag killer to people was much stronger than that of the murderer many years ago.

This made Jun'ichi Watanabe slightly annoyed, but on the surface he showed no signs of any psychological activity and he just sneered.

"I don't even want to report on a minor character like the scumbag killer, because I know that sooner or later he will be caught by the police because of his flaws."

Then he looked at the audience, at the camera: "Ladies and gentlemen, we are talking about a highly intelligent criminal who escaped the punishment of the law for decades, not a sociopath who killed people everywhere in the city because of impulse and desire. Look at the case of that guy. He even sometimes presents the murder scene in a dramatic way."

"Yes, I have also learned about the scum killer. After all, I am a reporter. I can tell you responsibly that the so-called scum killer is nothing more than an arrogant, conceited, and self-righteous guy... He is not as cautious and powerful as the murderer."

"Sooner or later he will prove my point and be easily caught by the police!"

"There is no comparison between a scumbag killer and a murderer, and the degree to which people need to take them seriously is completely different."

"He is just an outsider who will be abandoned sooner or later, and the murderer... I have received some information that this character will be written into the textbooks of famous American universities."

Some viewers thought it made sense, while others objected.

Seeing that the situation was getting increasingly amiss, the host immediately said, "Everyone, please be quiet for a moment and let us listen to Mr. Watanabe's analysis first."

An Zeliang did not continue speaking, but calmly hung up the phone.

On the coffee table in front of him, there were a lot of research materials, some on murderers, some on scumbag killers, and some on other serial killers.

His mood was a little complicated.

A little nervous.

There are also some indescribable emotional ups and downs.

"Will it succeed?"

An Zeliang was almost in the living room, flipping through the files meaninglessly in a trance.

Time passes.

Keep flowing.

It was not until the evening that An Zeliang picked up his mobile phone and called Jun'ichi Watanabe.

No one got through.

after awhile.

Hit again.

Still no one answered.

An Zeliang picked up the pistol and hid it between his waistband. According to the information he had learned from Tamamo Yuki, he went to the suburban house where Watanabe Junichi lived.

There were no lights in the house.

Total darkness.

An Zeliang touched his pistol, walked to the gate, and found that it was not closed. He pushed the door open carefully, took out a flashlight with his other hand and walked in.

silence.

pitch black.

There was no movement from anyone.

An Zeliang came to the living room.