Meiman: Weaving Myths, Starting From Urban Legends

early morning.

New York City Police Chief George Stacey was awakened from his dream early in the morning by a call from the police station. After receiving the call, his expression suddenly changed dramatically.

"I'll be on the scene right away." George Stacy didn't even have time to appease his wife who was woken up together, so he put on his uniform and drove to Hell's Kitchen in a hurry.

At the moment.

A cordon has been set up outside a factory building, enclosing the lair of the "St. Peter" gang, and dozens of policemen are constantly coming in and out busy with their work.

The reporters who came to hear the news.

Constantly was frantically taking pictures of the corpses carried out by the forensic doctors.

"Chief, at least fifty or sixty people died here. It was a crazy massacre." The police officer in charge of this area stepped forward to explain the situation to Chief George.

"The scene was very scary."

This policeman who has been a policeman for more than ten years and has been in charge of cases near Hell's Kitchen for many years is obviously also frightened by the corpses lying all over the factory.

"Massacre? Heh, this can be regarded as cleaning up garbage." Director George is no stranger to the "St. Peter" gang, and he knows very well the quality of the members in this gang.

"Maybe we can define it as a gang fight?" The police officer in the area gave a suggestion with common sense, and he believed that no one would care whether this conclusion was correct.

The gang in Hell's Kitchen.

No public figure speaks for them.

"There's no such thing as maybe. Such a state of death doesn't look like the result of gang fights at all." Chief George inspected several corpses that had been carried out.

There were no gunshot wounds.

All blunt force injuries.

Among them, many people's mouths were torn to the root of the ear.

"Although I, like you, wish these bastards would die sooner, but we must not be perfunctory in this matter." Director George glanced at many media reporters.

He was very puzzled why so many media reporters could appear in one breath. You must know that he arrived at the scene not slowly, but these reporters were obviously one step ahead of him.

"Is it because of the media?"

The police officers in the area were slightly taken aback.

"No, it's for the citizens of New York."

Director George looked at the corpses being carried out one after another, with a very serious expression, "This is not a gang fight. The murderer we are looking for may be a group of perverted murderers for the purpose of killing for fun."

have to say.

From the perspective of ordinary people.

Director George, this is already a very bold guess.

"There are a lot of bullet holes at the scene. It should be that there was a gunfight. Compare the information on the corpses to see if you can find some people who do not belong to the "St. Peter" gang in the corpses." Director George explained the details of Richard's case. Thinking, then, as if thinking of something, he looked at the police officer in charge of this block again.

"It is said that there is a survivor?"

This is the information that Officer George learned through the intercom channel on the road.

"The boss of the St. Peter's gang, Peter Walson, seems to be a little deranged, and what he said is nonsense that even the reporters and the media can't understand."

The neighborhood police officer answered the question with a strange expression.

"I have to talk to him. Don't let reporters approach him. Those reporters don't want to pursue the truth. It would be bad if there was any trouble in public opinion."

finished.

Director George planned to cross the cordon and enter the blocked crime scene. But at this moment, the whistle sound suddenly came from a distance to interrupt his movements.

"call!"

"call!"

Five or six black Chevrolet cars, followed by an eye-catching jeep wrapped in yellow, drove into the scene aggressively from the distant road. The roofs of these cars not only have conspicuous warning lights shining, but also conspicuous [FBI] logos are posted on the doors.

"Has the FBI been alarmed?"

Director George whispered in surprise, and he and the police officer in charge of the area looked at each other, seeing the doubt and incomprehension in each other's eyes.

It's not about the appearance of FBI agents, but about the speed at which FBI agents appear. Under normal circumstances, FBI agents will wait for the police to finish their dirty work before showing up.

Before Director George finished marveling at how diligent the FBI was, as several cars parked steadily outside the cordon, dozens of people in black suits quickly got out of the car.

"It's here, right?"

The last person to get off was the driver of the jeep. Although he was also wearing a standardized black suit, his eye-catching appearance made it difficult not to distinguish him from other black suits.

Even Director George, who has a beautiful daughter, has to marvel at the handsome appearance of the other party, and perhaps even his own beautiful daughter has to be overshadowed standing next to him.

have this capital.

Don't go to Hollywood.

Became an FBI agent?

While Director George was a little surprised, he seemed to understand why the FBI is so diligent today. The young man who took the lead was obviously an aspiring young man who pursued the dream of "justice".

Definitely an ambitious young man.

otherwise.

With such a handsome face, who would let a big star go and become an FBI agent? Just as Director George was guessing, the young man had already led the team to him.

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