Legendary FBI Detective

The bedroom on the second floor of the villa.

The ex-wife of the deceased Paul Blake was named Iona, a young white woman who dressed very aggressively...cool.

She was smoking a lady's cigarette and whispering to her daughter in her arms when Ron and Lacey walked upstairs.

"Hello, Ms. Iona."

Roan and Lacey took out the FBI's golden badge to identify themselves, and then began to ask about the relevant content.

"I didn't expect this to happen."

Iona opened her mouth and exhaled a puff of smoke, knocked on Erlang's legs, put her arms around her daughter and said:

"My daughter has gone through too much during this period. First, I cheated and divorced, and then my father died. This is really difficult for her."

Because Iona's clothes are too cool, when the other party raises her legs, Lacey can even see her center point and similar panties.

In addition, Iona herself is not bad in appearance, so when Lacey took out her small notebook to record her words, her eyes always wandered a little uncontrollably.

After slapping Lacey's arm hard, Roan was actually a little speechless. It was the first time he saw a woman cheating on him, and he said it so confidently.

But this is the Federation, how can Iona engage in her freedom? After a brief chat with her, Roan turned his attention to the daughter in her arms, Ke Li.

"I was sleeping."

Keli's emotions obviously haven't recovered. Keli didn't know how to answer the question Roan asked, but kept repeating everything that happened that night:

"Uncle Kelton pulled me out of the bed and told me to hide under the bed, and then I saw Uncle Kelton fighting a black man with a knife under the bed.

I seem to have seen that black man. He was the one who decorated this house. My dad had quarreled with him before, because when my dad was working outside, he took a photo of the man eating leaves and selling them when he was decorating.

After the uncle fell, the black man took off his pants, waved the knife a few times, and then left.

When there was no movement in the room, I crawled out from under the bed and called the police. "

Keli said that what she said when she called the police was a few words her father had taught her before:

The girl, Caucasian, 10 years old this year, lives in a wealthy area of ​​a high-end community, someone wants to kill her, and asks for help.

Sure enough, the NYPD arrived at the villa in less than three minutes.

"..." x2

Keli's last words had a lot of grooves, Lacey opened her mouth and didn't know what to say.

Also, Claire said the killer was black, but black serial killers are... so rare.

Roan next to him rubbed his temples. He couldn't tell whether the murderer was a black man. Keli's words were a bit out of line when she spoke, and the scene did not turn on the lights when the crime happened.

However, Roan noticed another important point in Keli's words:

"Ke Li, you just said that when your father was working outside, he took pictures of the unruly workers working in your house?"

The security system hasn't been installed yet, and the cameras haven't been set up yet. Where did Paul Blake take the photos?

Keli raised her head, with some doubts on her face, Roan had to turn her gaze to Iona who was aside.

"Paul likes to have hidden cameras in his home."

Iona exhaled another puff of smoke, and said coldly:

"He's a control freak, and he likes the feeling of monitoring others all the time."

Iona said that she was indeed at fault for cheating, but was Paul Blake not at fault?

"OK, OK."

Hearing Iona's words, Roan's eyes lit up, he ignored the emotional conflict between the two, and got up and asked:

"Where does Paul usually install his hidden cameras?"

————

Investigation Team No. 5, office area.

On Mona's computer, a surveillance video with a somewhat black screen is playing.

"This is a video from the hidden camera on the clock in Paul Blake's living room!"

Luo An clapped his palms and signaled all the detectives to come and watch.

The time on the surveillance was 12:46 last night. A man in black clothes, black pants, and a black hood pried open the back door of Paul Blake's villa and walked in slowly.

The murderer never appeared in the subsequent pictures, because the two victims were assassinated upstairs.

A moment later, the murderer walked down the stairs and quickly fled the place according to the route he came from, holding a bloody sharp knife in his hand.

"It seems that this is the murderer we are looking for, and the murder weapon was taken away by him."

Roan nodded in satisfaction, then asked:

"How about it, can you do face recognition?"

"can not do this."

Mona shook her head and tapped the keyboard a few times to zoom in on the video. Only then did the detectives realize that the murderer was wearing a black hood. In addition, the video was blurry, so they couldn't see anything clearly.

"All right."

Roan stood up straight with his hands on his hips, and continued:

"So, does anyone else have any good news for me?"

"The report from the trace inspection department has come out."

Ryder next to him held up the folder in his hand:

"According to the autopsy report, the marks of knife wounds on the bodies of the three victims are the same, and the murderer's habit of using the knife is also the same, so it can be confirmed that the murderer in the three murder cases is the same person."

"So now it's 100 percent sure it's a serial murder case, but it's not good news."

Roan picked up the coffee on the table and took a sip, then turned to look at William and other technical agents:

"What about you? Is there any good news?"

"certainly!"

William chuckled, picked up a few pieces of paper from the table and said:

"As you requested, we worked with Mona to dig into the situation of the three of them, and found that they have all called the same person multiple times recently.

According to the investigation, the owner of this phone call is Magdalena, a 57-year-old mother who specializes in providing high-end prostitutes for rich men. "

After receiving the paper from William, there was a photo of Magdalena inside. Although she was 57 years old, she still had charm and a good figure.

Below the photo, there are Magdalena's life mottos, one of which is "A woman's body is an asset. Since it is an asset, it must be well maintained and sold at a good price."

At the same time, Magdalena also despises the women in the streets and alleys very much, and has no economic awareness at all. She said that since they all spread their legs, why not improve themselves to make more money.

"..."

Roan scratched his head, not knowing how to comment on Magdalena's words.

But thinking that this is the Federation, and the breath of freedom is everywhere, Magdalena's thoughts are nothing.

Shaking the paper in his hand, Roan continued to ask:

"So, what do you mean, the murderer may be related to the women under Magdalena?"

Mona shook her shoulders:

"We couldn't find any specific information about Magdalena's women.

However, it is said that most of the women under Magdalena work part-time. They have their own lives and boyfriends on weekdays.

In case a boyfriend discovers another side of his girlfriend, and the three victims have all been served by that woman..."

"The fires of jealousy and rage are enough to set a man on fire."

Roan nodded. Just as he was about to ask someone to bring this Magdalena back for questioning, Augustus suddenly had a gloomy face, and pushed open the door of the office area of ​​the No. 5 investigation team and walked in:

"Everyone, the NYPD just discovered a new victim."

"What?"