The Daily Life of American Drama Detective

Chapter 86 The consequences of poisonous tongue

"I heard that you are now helping the police investigate and hunt down that scary serial killer. What is his name?"

On TV, the male host continued to follow the script.

"Bloody John."

Patrick Jane nodded and answered: "He would draw a smiling face on the wall with the blood of the victim. As far as we know, he killed at least 8 women. The police asked me to try to lock him with spiritual power and see.

Can I sense what kind of person he is?"

"How exactly did you do it?"

The male host asked the question that everyone was curious about: "How to lock him with spiritual power?"

"Well, Davis, you know."

Patrick Jane smiled and used the classic American saying "you know" to the male host Davis, and then started to talk nonsense: "A real madman burns like fire, and a cold, dim cloud will ignite on his body."

The flames, I forced myself to stare at these flames, and then I could see the figure of the great villain. This time the great villain is called Bloody John. He is an ugly and tortured short man, a lonely man, sad,

How sad.”

CBI Headquarters.

"How dare he!"

JJ was dumbfounded as he watched Patrick Jane on TV mocking Bloody John with his venomous tongue.

"finally come."

Gideon squinted his eyes and murmured, "When you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes into you."

Detective Supervisor Hotchner stopped JJ and Reed with his eyes and did not elaborate on what this scene represented.

The TV interview continues.

Patrick Jane showed off the charm of a successful man freely on TV. The male and female hosts cooperated seamlessly. Hearing the reminder of the explosion of the program's effect coming from the headset, he smiled brightly.

late at night.

The proud Patrick Jane ended the interview and drove back to his villa in the suburbs.

This is a luxurious villa, surrounded by floor-to-ceiling windows, with very good lighting. Through the glass, under the dim light of the night light, he saw the piano in the living room, and a hint of heartfelt arc appeared at the corner of his mouth.

His angel daughter Charlotte has now started learning piano under the guidance of her mother. When he saw the piano, he couldn't help but think of the beautiful scene of mother and daughter playing the piano together.

He gently opened the door with the key and entered the house. Pushing aside the trolley that his daughter had placed randomly, he walked briskly upstairs. Various happy photos of their family were hung on both sides of the stairs. When he reached the second floor, he

He slowed down his pace, fearing to wake up his sleeping wife and daughter, but the smile on his lips suddenly stopped.

In the dim light of the night light, he saw a note posted on the door, and an ominous premonition came over him.

When he walked in and took a look, he saw it read: "Dear Mr. Jane, I don't like people to slander me in the media, especially those dirty liars who are only interested in profit. If you are a real psychic, not a

You deceitful bastard, you can see what I did to your lovely wife and children without opening the door."

Patrick Jane unscrewed the door with trembling hands, and with a creaking sound, the door opened. In the dark room, a beam of light shone on the wall seen from the front, with a blood-red smiley face on it.

At this moment, Patrick Jane's heart seemed to skip a beat, and countless pictures appeared in his mind.

He was originally a poor boy who was led by his liar father to follow an American traveling circus and amusement park that constantly traveled to country fairs across the United States to swindle money.

Perhaps he inherited the genes of his liar father. He is extremely talented, and coupled with the careful training taught by his experienced liar father who traveled all over the country, he can easily deduce a person's basic situation through appearances before he reaches adulthood.

His father began to use him to defraud a large amount of money, but the first time he was lured out with a careful design was a little girl with cancer from a wealthy family. When medical skills could not save her, her family began to resort to mystery.

And he plays the role of a magical young man who can communicate with mysterious existences. He makes a decision that goes against his ancestors and sells the ancestral crystal with mysterious power to this rich family for a sky-high price to treat the little girl's cancer.

Everything went well, but when he looked at the longing eyes of the little girl with cancer, he finally backed down and chose to break up with his father and go out alone.

An underage boy is struggling in the society alone. Even if he is extremely talented, it is not as smooth as expected and he has really suffered a lot.

Then he met her, Angela, a girl named Angel. Her family was also a member of the itinerant touring performances, but since she was a child, she had transformed into running a large amusement park, and she no longer needed to rely solely on cheating.

After making money, the family is quite wealthy.

To a poor boy like him, she was simply a princess from a rich family.

It's very cliché and classic. The princess fell in love with the poor boy, and was even willing to elope with him, marry him, and now she gave birth to an angel daughter for him.

He has a happy marriage and family, and a prosperous career. He feels that everything is so beautiful, and he enjoys it to the fullest. The caution he used to be when he was a liar and rat has long been forgotten by him. He talks and laughs without restraint and shows off his talents wantonly.

It wasn't until he saw the blood-red smiling face lighting up on the wall that he realized with horror that he had made a huge mistake.

This is the classic mark of Bloody John.

As for how Bloody John treated those women, as the super-sensory detective who hunted Bloody John, he had read the files.

It's just that I only understand it briefly on paper, and I definitely know that this matter needs to be carried out.

Only at this moment did he truly understand what this bloody smile meant to the families of the victims.

He walked stiffly, held the door, and walked slowly in. His eyes were filled with dazzling red, and he couldn't help but close his eyes in pain.

His daughter Charlotte is still young, so when he comes home late at night, his wife Angela always takes her to bed.

There was no sign of his wife or daughter on the bed, and the bathroom in the master bedroom was half open, with light shining through.

He endured endless fear and pain and staggered over, only to see two figures, one large and one small, lying in a pool of blood.

"Angela, Charlotte..."

Patrick Jane sat there paralyzed and let out a heart-rending cry.

His screams echoed throughout the room.

"Are you still being mean?"

After a long time, when his hoarse crying turned into sobbing and mourning, a deep voice suddenly came from the darkness.

"who?!"

Patrick Jane glanced sharply at the dark corner of the bedroom.

"Who is the lonely, sad and tortured person now?"

Along with the sound, the figure slowly walked out of the darkness.

"It's you!"

When Patrick Jane saw the face exposed in the darkness, he was stunned. Then he reacted and suddenly reached out to grab the figure in the pool of blood. The touch of his hand was not a normal skin touch at all, but a plastic feeling. It was completely

When he understood, he wiped his tears, cursed in his mouth, stood up and rushed over with red eyes: "Son of a bitch! Chuck Wolf, you bastard! You have gone too far!!!"

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(End of chapter)