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Seeing Bunker stop swallowing, Ethan smiled at him and continued to read.

After a while, he stood up and took off his gloves.

"Ethan, did you find anything?"

Brock took a step forward and looked at him nervously.

Ethan handed the gloves to Amy King and said solemnly: "What you are dealing with this time is a psychopath."

"The real kind."

"The incisions on the deceased's chest and lower abdomen looked very flat, but they still felt slightly bruised to the touch."

"What does this mean?"

After Bunker regained his composure, he quickly asked.

"It shows that it was not broken open with one knife, but slowly cut open with an extremely sharp knife."

Ethan put his hands on his hips and shook his head:

"If you cut it like this, you can cut the wound so smoothly. When the murderer did this, he was very calm and even happy."

"The killer had fun doing it, so he treated it like a finished work of art."

Siobhan looked at the river that was full of mud and dead leaves, and the naked female corpse was also dirty and messy. She asked in confusion:

"That doesn't make sense, so why are they discarded so casually?"

"The female body is not the murderer's collection." Ethan took a few steps back: "Didn't you say this was a sacrificial killing? The murderer just respected the ritual of sacrifice."

"By the way, let me remind you."

Ethan sniffed: "As long as the murderer has not been found, I suggest you stay fully armed when you are on duty."

"The murderer is a madman who doesn't care about human life."

"The deceased was disemboweled while she was still alive, which means she was sacrificed while she was conscious."

"This kind of madman doesn't care about your identity and is extremely dangerous."

"How did you figure this out?"

Ethan turned around and found that it was Phillips' friend asking the question, so he smiled at him:

"From her eyes."

Amy King looked curiously into the dead man's eyes. There was deathly silence, and she could not see anything.

After satisfying his curiosity, Ethan exited the cordon.

Seeing the busy people in front of him, he had the urge to join in, but after watching for a while, he walked up the gentle slope and drove away in the Dodge Challenger.

"How about it?"

Phillips looked at his old buddy and raised his eyebrows.

Hank whispered, "Do you have a file on him?"

The two looked at each other and smiled. From Ethan's behavior just now, they came to the conclusion that this person seemed to be interested in these things.

This is good news for them.

Others, after listening to Ethan's analysis, looked nervous.

They were not particularly afraid of ordinary gangsters. After all, not many people dared to be police killers, but when faced with perverts, they still felt frightened.

Brock glanced at the dead body, then turned and walked to Phillips:

"Special Agents, do you have any clues?"

"This is a small town that cannot afford a fourth incident like this. If you have any clues, please act as soon as possible."

Phillips nodded: "I understand."

"In the past few days, we have made comparisons with the FBI database. There are traces of these killing methods. We need to confirm where the witnesses are."

"Siobhan." Emmett called back:

"Take Special Agent Phillips to talk to the witnesses and see if there are any new discoveries."

Siobhan walked over quickly, nodded to Phillips, and led them outside: "Don't have high hopes for this witness."

"Why?"

"He was a four- or five-year-old kid and he was frightened."

Phillips paused for a moment. He was most afraid of dealing with children, and it was basically difficult to get any clues from such a young child.

Siobhan looked back at him: "Can I ask you a question?"

Phillips nodded: "You say."

Siobhan smiled: "Do you and Ethan know each other?"

"It's okay, I've dealt with him before."

Phillips quickly changed the subject: "Where are we going?"

"It's nearby, just follow me." Siobhan got into the police car and drove forward along the highway.

In less than a minute, we arrived in front of a forest.

There are two or three containers placed in the open forest land. In the middle, a fire pit is surrounded, and several Indians are sitting in the fire pit to warm themselves up.

There is also a man wearing a Chino Police Department uniform sitting here.

Seeing another police car arriving, some people stood up in a hurry, while others stayed still.

"This is a place of residence."

Siobhan closed the car door: "We will leave as soon as we understand the situation clearly. If there are other things, we won't take care of them, okay?"

Smelling the leaves in the air, Phillips shrugged.

With the help of the Chino Police Department, they met witnesses in a container house, but as Siobhan said, nothing was gained.

Facing the inquiry, the child just sat silently on the table and drew.

Originally, he just wanted to confirm his thoughts, but seeing that he could not communicate, Phillips quickly stopped the conversation.

When he looked at the drawing paper that the child put on the table, a light flashed in his eyes, then he turned and walked out of the house.

Siobhan noticed his behavior and looked towards the table.

After a while, she walked out of the container.

"Officer, thank you for your help." Phillips shook her hand and said, "We need to go back and sort out the clues on hand, so I won't disturb you for now."

"Okay, you're welcome."

Siobhan watched the black Chevrolet SUV leave and glanced down at the drawing paper in his hand.

After Ethan left the crime scene, he drove directly to the small building he just bought.

Compared with some time ago, this place has changed a lot.

Outside the window, there were many pots and jars, and the inside was similarly decorated, with rows of flowers and a workbench in one corner of the shop.

When the time comes, the flowers will be trimmed and gift-wrapped here.

Ethan stopped the car, pushed open the glass door and walked in.

The bell at the door rang, attracting the attention of the two people inside.

"Come and help."

Dalia saw it was Ethan and waved quickly.

She and Rivera were moving the heavy sofas in the reception area and rearranging their positions.

Ethan put down the coffee he bought on the way, and with his help, the matter was quickly settled.

In the past few days, the two of them have become good friends who talk about everything. When Ethan saw this, he simply suggested that they open a flower shop together.

After hearing Ethan's suggestion, they also hit it off.

With the help of Dalia, a local, the renovation progress is progressing rapidly, and it will be opened soon.

"Come on, have some coffee."

Ethan plopped down on the sofa and opened the bag.