Legendary FBI Detective

"No, it's not that you came a step late, it's that you came too late."

Nose wrinkled, Roan smelled a vague smell in the room, walked to the kitchen with a gloomy face, turned around twice, looked at Lacey with a blank face, and said:

"Call the trace inspection team, this place needs careful investigation."

"why?"

Lacey took out her mobile phone obediently, and subconsciously asked after dialing the number:

"what have you found?"

Roan's face was very ugly. Hearing Lacey's question, he grabbed the door of the refrigerator in the kitchen and slammed it open:

Pieces of frozen meat were neatly placed in the refrigerator, and on the top shelf of the refrigerator, a female head with eyes open was quietly looking at Lacey on the opposite side of the refrigerator.

"Holly shit!"

Lacey was so frightened that she almost threw the phone out.

"What did you say?"

The other end of the phone is very upset, what does it mean to swear at someone in the first sentence on the phone?

half an hour later.

"That Joseph can temporarily rule out the suspicion."

On the other end of the phone was Mona's crisp voice, amidst the crackling keyboard, she said calmly:

"According to the information, Mr. Joseph is a freelance reporter. In recent months, there have been car accidents in the New York City area. He has been there. In the two hours before and after Sabina was kidnapped, he had been arguing with the program producers on NBC TV station. , there is no time to commit crimes."

"OK."

Roan nodded and continued to ask:

"What did the boss of the newspaper where Serena works say? They said that they issued an announcement saying that Serena was fired because she lost contact for a week without reason. Didn't they send anyone to find Serena during this period?"

Hearing Roan's question, Mona, who had already learned of Serena's death, said angrily:

"The owner of the newspaper office said that they called Serena for a week and no one answered, so they fired Serena. As for going to Serena's house to find her. The owner of the newspaper office said that their newspaper office was busy with work and had no time to send someone there. See her at Serena's house.

Moreover, freelance journalists like Serena are not in the minority, and there are quite a few who just play Lost Contact. Their newspapers have long been used to it. "

"All right."

Roan nodded: "Thank you, Mona."

After hanging up the phone, Roan found that Lacey had asked the patrolman to write down Joseph's contact information and home address when he was on the phone just now, and then drove away the other party.

Seeing the refrigerator beside him, Roan walked over to Lacey and whispered:

"Sorry, Lacey, I didn't mean to scare you."

Luo An was also shocked. He just smelled a strong smell of blood in the refrigerator, so he judged that the murderer killed the female reporter and stuffed it into the refrigerator.

After all, Lacey is a professionally trained FBI agent, seeing a dead body is not a big deal.

But he never expected that the murderer would dismember the victim and put them neatly inside.

And put your head on top.

"it's not your fault."

Hearing Roan's apology, Lacey shook her head and said:

"I'm just thinking, from the perspective of the corpse, the murderer doesn't seem to be the first murderer, so how many other women were killed by the murderer before that."

"."

Roan was silent, he couldn't answer this question.

The United States has its own national conditions here, and it is very rich in serial killers, most of whom kill women. No one knows how many women die at the hands of these perverts every year.

Just when Roan was thinking about what to say to comfort Lacey, Neil, an agent from the trace inspection department, came over and handed Roan a small evidence bag with a serious tone:

"We found fingerprints that did not belong to Serena in the bathroom, and they have been sent back to the laboratory for comparison, and there should be news coming soon.

In addition, these are two credit cards found in the bathroom. After comparison, we judge that they are probably not the victim's credit card, and we did not find the victim's credit card. "

"OK, thanks."

After receiving the evidence bag, Neil, an agent of the Trace Inspection Department, turned and left.

Roan looked at the two credit cards inside with a very ugly face. Lacey on the side seemed to understand something, and hesitated:

"they."

"If there is no accident, it should be that the owner of the credit card had an accident."

Roan took out his Nokia again and called Mona:

"Mona, look up the credit cards with numbers **3 and **8, and find out who the owners of these two credit cards are."

"OK."

On the other end of the phone was the sound of typing, and on the other end of the phone were Roan and Lacey who were speechless.

"found it."

Three minutes later, Mona's voice came from the other end of the phone:

"The owner of the two credit cards is named."

Without waiting for Mona's introduction, Lacey interrupted her and asked directly:

"The names don't matter, they are two women, right?"

".right."

Mona felt that her throat was a little dry, but her heart was beating faster and faster, and her mind was getting more and more angry.

Why do killers always kill women? Why?

Roan, who is a man, looked down at the owner information of the two credit cards that Mona had sent him, and saw that one of them lived in Brooklyn. After pondering for a second, he called Ryder.

"What's wrong, Roan?"

Ryder, who was checking the information on the [Lake Female Corpse Serial Murder Case], was a little puzzled when he received a call from Roan, and asked:

"Have you found any clues to the serial murder case?"

"I found clues to the serial murder case, but not the serial murder case in your hands."

Roan's words made Ryder a little confused, but Ryder still understood Roan's arrangement.

"To an apartment in downtown Brooklyn, huh?"

Ryder nodded, repeating Roan's arrangement for himself:

"If there is a dead body inside, I will call you immediately, and contact the trace inspection department at the same time, right?"

"That's right."

Hearing Roan's affirmation on the other end of the phone, Ryder said it was a trivial matter, and then hung up the phone.

After hanging up the phone, Roan stopped Lacey who was searching the room with Neil, an agent of the trace inspection department, and said:

"Go back to the headquarters first, Lacey, this matter needs to be reported to the team leader Augustus."

"OK."

Investigation Team No. 5, at eight o'clock in the evening.

Mr. Darren was still sitting in the conference room, awaiting news from his wife, Sabina.

It has been 14 hours since Sabina disappeared.

In the team leader's office, Augustus sat on a chair, pressed his right hand to his forehead, and looked at Roan and Lacey with extremely complicated eyes:

"So you mean, now [the missing and kidnapping case of the rich woman] has escalated into a new serial murder?"

"It's actually not sure yet."

Roan shook his head: "We don't know whether the owners of those two credit cards are alive or dead. Ryder went to the apartment in Brooklyn to investigate."

Jingle Bell--

Halfway through the conversation, Nokia's ringtone rang, and just as Roan pressed the answer button, Ryder's standard loud voice came from the other end of the phone:

"FUCK! Roan! You'll never guess what's going on here! There's a whole lot of meat in the freezer! And"

"OK, let's contact the trace inspection department."

Before Ryder could finish speaking, Roan interrupted the other party calmly, then hung up the phone, raised his head and said to Augustus:

"It's a serial murder case now."

Augustus: "."

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