The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

Back in the room, Schiller took off his glasses and yawned. He didn't seem to feel the tension of being trapped in a manor where two murders occurred. He reached out to untie his tie and was about to put on his pajamas for sleep. , The door was knocked again.

Schiller closed his eyes, stood on the spot with his hands on his hips, sighed, and finally turned around and walked to the door, opened the door, and there was agent Kayla standing outside the door. Kayla looked Schiller up and down first, and then said: Are you going to sleep?

Isn't that obvious enough?

Keira frowned deeply, looked into Schiller's eyes and said, But I'm afraid, you can't sleep now, another murder has happened.

I see, old Pike...

It's not Parker. Kayla denied it. She raised her arm, glanced at her watch and said, Just two minutes ago, Mrs. Davis died. She died in the bathroom on the first floor.

Sir Benjamin invites you to come over, right now. Keira looked at Schiller and said to him, You should not have forgotten that after the death of the mayor, only you went to that bathroom.

Schiller ignored her, but walked back into the room and put on his tie again. When he came out again, Keira instinctively felt a chill down her back.

Schiller ignored Keira, but walked out the door and walked downstairs. Keira followed behind him, and seemed to want to say something to him, but Schiller didn't mean to wait for her.

He quickly walked down the spiral staircase, like a glass bead constantly rolling down in a spiral maze, the corpse in the center of the hall was still lying there quietly.

The blood had clotted on the tassels at the end of the tablecloth, all the smoke from the candles on the silver candlesticks had been extinguished, and layer after layer of collapsed tables surrounded the body, scattered among them were fragments of delicate dishes, gleaming in the brilliant lights.

Schiller just walked down layer by layer, and Keira, who was following him, felt that he was constantly sinking into an abyss. The surrounding environment did not change, but Schiller's temperament became more and more intense. getting deeper.

Until the sound of leather shoes stepping on the floor came, Schiller stood at the top of the stairs on the first floor and paused for a while, instead of looking at the corpse, he went straight to the bathroom.

At the door of the bathroom, Lionel and Benjamin were standing there. Seeing Schiller approaching, Lionel wanted to go up and talk. Benjamin seemed to have something to say, but Schiller completely ignored the two of them, and he directly Into the relationship room.

A female corpse was lying on the washstand and was shot in the waist. Not long after she died, she was still wearing a gorgeous dress. At this time, the dark blue skirt was stained with red blood and turned into a somewhat eerie purple. The window above the washstand In the middle of the night, the moonlight came in and shone on her body, casting strangely shaped shadows on the ground.

Schiller stood in the middle of the bathroom, Lionel and Benjamin stood behind him, and Benjamin said, Three consecutive murders happened in one night...

Lionel wiped his sweat with his hands and said, It looks like it should be the hands of the serial murderer.

What is a serial murder? Schiller asked suddenly.

Multiple homicides in a short period of time... Benjamin replied, and Schiller continued his words: There is a second half of this concept, that is, the modus operandi is consistent, and there is a connection between each case...

Benjamin frowned, and Schiller turned sideways. He looked at the female corpse and said, Is the cause of her death the same as that of old Pike? Is the cause of death of old Pike the same as that of White? Is the cause of death of these three people consistent with the previous murders?

What's the connection between all these cases? Did the killer leave a consistent mark? Was there a backstory related to numbers? Did these people have anything in common?

If none of the above, why do you think it's a serial murder?

But it happened together over a very short period of time.

That's just a murder case that happened together in a short period of time. Schiller spoke quickly, as if he didn't intend to give anyone a chance to stop thinking, but what he said next made everyone present feel Some hairs stood on end.

This murderer is too mediocre.

It's hard for me to imagine that there are such stupid, uninteresting, and talentless guys in this world.

Kill a man, throw him off the stairs, kill another, throw him down again, what is he doing?

Why does he value life so little?

Why do you think that the process of death can be easily solved with a gun or a knife?

Why do you think that such a precious resource as a corpse can be discarded in such an unartistic way?

I guess, he is a fool who has read too many detective novels. Looking at the detectives from the perspective of God to solve the case, he feels that these detectives are nothing more than that.

He thought that it would take detectives so long to solve such a simple case. If he creates a more complicated case, the detectives will probably be like headless chickens in their entire lives, unable to find clues.

I don't want to judge any detective novels, because they are works that have condensed the author's hard work, but I must say that even if he was inspired by some detective novels, those novels are already out of date, just like his same as people.

In terms of theoretical knowledge, he didn't understand what is called a serial murder case. He thought that as long as he killed more people in a short period of time, it could be called a serial murder case. Regarding this kind of thinking, I can only say that he is more suitable for it. Slaughtering pigs in a slaughterhouse might even win a performance champion.

In terms of actual action, it is rough and poorly done. There is no choice of a suitable theme, no countdown to create tension, no signs, no clues related to numbers or patterns...

Schiller showed a helpless smile, as if feeling very absurd, he said: He didn't even have a unified murder weapon, he used a knife for a while, and a gun for a while...

As he said that, his expression turned into disgust again, and he said: Besides, he didn't pay attention at all when he did it. When the corpse fell, blood splattered everywhere, and even stained the tassels on the tablecloth, and turned the candlesticks into pieces. I came across it.

It didn't occur to him what if the candlestick ignited the tablecloth? An elaborate homicide would turn into a chaotic fire scene, leaving only ugly scorched marks. Everything would be destroyed, and no one No real serial killer would allow this kind of accident to happen.

His guidance to the crowd is also a mess, without any philosophical human torture...

If you must ask me to judge these cases, I can only say... Schiller drew a long tone, and then concluded:

A case made by mediocrity, a cliché that cannot be clichéd.

enough!

A cold voice came from the bathroom door, and Benjamin turned his head. Looking at Lionel with a gloomy face.

Before, Benjamin had been listening intently to Schiller's words, and he didn't even notice that the face of the always smiling businessman next to him could already be called ferocious.

Schiller turned back again, looked at Lionel quietly, and said to him: Mr. Luther, do you know? I don't want to pierce a fool's mind, not because I can't guess, but because I I am a tolerant person, I hope this world can leave more room for fantasy for poor people like you.

You said that you invited me here for two purposes, namely to communicate with your son and to cure his disease, but in fact you have a third purpose, which is to commit a serial murder in front of me. case.

Of course, you have seen my resume. Schiller raised his voice, looked at Lionel's gloomy eyes and said, You know, I have participated in several of the most famous serial murders, and I have seen countless The serial murderer...

I know that you are eagerly looking forward to committing a flawless case in front of me and fooling me around, to prove that you are a genius criminal standing at the top of the world.

However, I didn't show any special emotions about the death of Mayor White. On the way to the bathroom, I told you that this case is too mediocre, and I have no interest. So, you began to prepare in a hurry. case together.

Schiller showed a helpless smile, and he said, But the innovation you made is to change the murder weapon from a gun to a knife.

Then, when I expressed my disdain more bluntly, you almost became angry and committed the third case.

Then, the innovation you made was to change the location of the corpse from the banquet hall to the washroom.

This is you, Lionel, accept your fate.

You are just an ordinary person, mediocre and uninteresting, without any genius mind.

He doesn't have any genius brains. Lex sat by the wall, leaning his back against the wall, covering his neck with his hands, showing a contemptuous smile, But he didn't want to admit it from the beginning to the end. at this point.

He was so jealous of those geniuses that he was going crazy. In order to get their genius and wisdom, he would pay any price, including my mother.

But the most ironic thing is that after he abused and killed her, he found out that I, like my mother, was a super genius.

Lex coughed dryly twice, his face was a little pale, as if he was exhausted, he said: But he dare not kill me again, and he still points at me to grab those worldly benefits for him.

Bruce stood in the middle of the utility room, looked down at him, and was silent for a while. He walked towards Lex, stood in front of him, and cast a shadow on Lex. He lowered his head and asked, You killed White and Pike? ?”

Lex said disdainfully: That was done by Lionel himself, it is the simplest time-delay device, the one in old-fashioned detective novels, so he can't easily change the location of the body, because the device is erected On the beam.

That idiot has been trying to control me for the past ten years, and I have to cooperate with him in acting, but this time, he must have fallen.

Why? Bruce narrowed his eyes and looked at Lex.

Just now, I killed Mrs. Davis and threw her in the bathroom. I guess the professor who was called out of the room again should have been completely impatient.

Bruce frowned, and before he could ask, Lex said to himself: Lionel's tricks can't fool anyone who is a little smarter, and the arrangements he thinks are subtle are set up with children. The building blocks of it don’t make any difference.”

I know that only the professor has been to that bathroom. As long as the third case happens there, someone will definitely call him.

When he checked me, I found out that he and I are the same kind of people. We have a little patience with idiots, but only a little.

Once you lose your patience, make him look good.

Lex laughed softly again, looked at Bruce and said:

I just finished killing people, and I saw you drunk in the corridor. I thought, an alcoholic playboy, being scorched in the flames of his own liquor, should be a good way to die...

But now, your life is more interesting than your death.

You know what? Every time Lionel introduces me, he says, I'd rather be a playboy like Little Wayne...

But, hahahaha, even little Wayne is not a playboy!!

hahahahahahahahahahaha!!!

Lex stood up, and he laughed louder and louder, and when he looked up at Bruce, what appeared in his field of vision was Bruce's fist the size of a sandbag.

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