"No, it's not that it's too late, it's that it's too late."
With his nose wrinkled, Luo An smelled a vague smell in the room. He walked to the kitchen with a gloomy face, turned around twice, looked at Lacey who looked confused, and said:
"Call the trace inspection team, we need to investigate carefully here."
"Why?"
Lacey obediently took out her cell phone, and after dialing the number, she subconsciously asked:
"what have you found?"
Luo An's face was very ugly. When he heard Lacey's question, he grabbed the door of the refrigerator in the kitchen and pulled it open:
Pieces of frozen meat were neatly placed in the refrigerator, and on the top floor of the refrigerator, a female head with open eyes looked quietly at Lacey across the refrigerator.
"Holly shit!"
Lacey was so frightened that she almost threw her phone away.
"What did you say?"
The other end of the phone was very unhappy. What does it mean to curse someone in the first sentence on the phone?
...
Half an hour later.
"That Joseph can rule out suspicion for the time being."
On the other end of the phone was Mona's clear voice. Amidst the crackling keyboard sounds, she said calmly:
"According to the information, Mr. Joseph is a freelance journalist. He has been seen wherever there have been car accidents in New York City in recent months. In the two hours before and after Sabina was kidnapped, he has been arguing with the program producers at NBC. , there is no time to commit the crime.”
"OK."
Luo An nodded and continued to ask:
"What did the boss of the newspaper where Serena works say? They said they issued an announcement saying that Serena was fired because she had been out of contact for a week without any reason. Didn't they send anyone to find Serena during this period?"
Hearing Luo An's question, Mona, who had already learned about Serena's death, said angrily:
"The newspaper boss said that they called Serena for a week but no one answered the phone, so they fired Serena. As for going to Serena's home to find her... the newspaper boss said that they had few people in the newspaper and were busy with work. There was no time to send someone to look for Serena at her house.
Moreover, there are not a few freelance reporters like Serena who quit if they say they don't want to work, and there are also many who simply play the role of losing contact. Their newspapers have long been used to it. "
"All right."
Luo An nodded: "Thank you for your hard work, Mona."
After hanging up the phone, Luo An discovered that Lacey had asked the patrol officer to write down Joseph's contact information and home address when he was on the phone, and then drove him away.
Seeing the refrigerator nearby, Luo An walked to Lacey and whispered:
"Sorry, Lacey, I didn't mean to scare you."
Luo An was actually shocked. He just smelled a strong smell of blood in the refrigerator, so he concluded that the murderer killed the female reporter and stuffed it in the refrigerator.
After all, Lacey is a professionally trained FBI agent, so seeing a dead body is not a big deal.
But he never expected that the murderer would dismember the victim and place them neatly inside.
And put his head on top.
"it's not your fault."
Hearing Luo An's apology, Lacey shook her head and said:
"I was just thinking, from the perspective of the body, it doesn't look like the murderer was killing someone for the first time, so how many other women had been murdered by the murderer before this."
"..."
Luo An was silent, he couldn't answer this question.
The United States has its own national conditions and is very rich in serial killers. Most of them kill women. No one knows how many women die at the hands of these perverts every year.
Just as Luo An was thinking about what to say to comfort Lacey, Detective Nell from the Trace Inspection Department came over and handed Luo An a small evidence bag with a serious tone:
"We found fingerprints in the bathroom that did not belong to Serena. They have been sent to the laboratory for comparison. News should be coming soon.
In addition, these are two credit cards found in the bathroom. After comparison, we judged that they are most likely not the victim's, but we did not find the victim's credit card. "
"OK, thanks."
After taking the evidence bag, Detective Nell from the Trace Inspection Department turned and left.
Luo An looked at the two credit cards inside with a very ugly expression. Lacey on the side seemed to understand something and hesitated:
"they......"
"If nothing else, something happened to the owner of the credit card."
Luo An took out his Nokia again and called Mona:
"Mona, check the credit cards numbered **3 and **8 and find out who the owner of these two credit cards is."
"OK."
On the other end of the phone was the crackling sound of typing, and on the other end of the phone were Luo An and Lacey, who were looking at each other speechlessly.
"found it."
Three minutes later, Mona's voice came from the other end of the phone:
"The name of the owner of the two credit cards..."
Without waiting for Mona to introduce, Lacey interrupted the other party and asked directly:
"The names don't matter, they are two women, right."
"......right."
Mona felt that her throat was a little dry, but her heart was beating faster and faster, and her mind was getting more and more angry.
Why do murderers always kill women? Why?
As a man, Luo An looked down at the owner information of the two credit cards that Mona sent him. He saw that one of them lived in Brooklyn. He pondered for two seconds and called Ryder.
"What's wrong, Roan?"
Ryder, who was looking for information on the "Lake Female Corpse Serial Murder Case", was a little confused when he received a call from Luo An and asked:
"Did you find any clues to the serial murder case?"
"I found clues to the serial murder case, but it's not the serial murder case in your hands."
Luo An's words made Ryder a little confused, but Luo An still understood his arrangement.
"Going to an apartment in downtown Brooklyn, right?"
Ryder nodded and repeated Roan's arrangements for him:
"If there is a body inside, I will call you immediately and contact the Trace Inspection Department at the same time, right?"
"That's right."
Hearing Luo An's affirmation on the other end of the phone, Ryder said it was a trivial matter and then hung up the phone.
After hanging up the phone, Luo An stopped Lacey, who was searching the room with Detective Nell from the Trace Inspection Section, and said:
"Go back to the headquarters first, Lacey. This matter needs to be reported to team leader August."
"OK."
...
Investigation Team 5, 8 p.m.
Mr. Darren is still sitting in the conference room, waiting for news about his wife Sabina.
It has been 14 hours since Sabina disappeared.
In the team leader's office, Augustus sat on a chair with his right hand on his forehead, looking at Luo An and Lacey with extremely complicated eyes:
"So what you're saying is that the [missing and kidnapping case of a wealthy woman] has now escalated into a new serial murder case?"
"Actually, I'm not sure yet."
Luo An shook his head: "We don't know whether the owners of those two credit cards are alive or dead now. Ryder went to the apartment in Brooklyn to investigate..."
Jingle Bell--
Halfway through the words, Nokia's ringtone rang. Just as Luo An pressed the answer button, Ryder's standard loud voice came from the other end of the phone:
"FUCK! Roan! You'll never guess what's going on here! There's a lot of meat in the refrigerator! And..."
"OK, contact the Trace Inspection Department."
Before Ryder could finish speaking, Luo An calmly interrupted the other party, hung up the phone, raised his head and said to August:
"Now it's a serial murder case."
August: "..."
