At the 16th second when the aberration alarm was sent out, the second support Mercury Needle from AHgAs arrived; at the 23rd and 24th second, two more Mercury Needles who had participated in many extremely dangerous battles flew over Tan Yi. Tracking in the direction where Chiba disappeared.
Avinash stood in the Viscount's mansion, watching the messages that his subordinates kept sending back from the front line. He quickly realized that after tonight, AHgAs would be deeply involved in this case.
But is the murderer mercury needles or chelates?
Avinash couldn't help but glance sideways, looking at Viscount Rich who had just fallen asleep on the sofa at this moment - what on earth did these nobles in the livable land do to provoke such a terrifying monster?
At four o'clock in the morning, everything was temporarily settled.
Avinash rushed to the police station with Viscount Rich and Count Schmidt.
All the relevant parties have finished recording their confessions, and Chiba has also rushed back from the front line - she and other mercury needles who arrived temporarily failed to catch up with the murderer who was judged to be aberrant by radar.
Qianye, who reappeared in front of everyone, had passed the restriction time. Her hair was wet and disheveled. At this moment, Qianye was wrapped in a long blanket and chatting quietly with Si Lei on the sofa in the corner.
Avinash sat down in the conference room, waiting for tonight's conversation to begin.
Most of the people in this conference room at this moment have encountered the murderer, but almost no one has any specific impression of the "inspection team member who was injured and bleeding after being hit by the photo album" - except for the incident. The captain was the first to arrive on the scene.
He and his subordinates helped the "injured" to rest on the steps nearby, and even had a brief conversation with this person. However, at that time, the person kept covering half of his face with his hands because of bleeding, and the captain's His attention was completely focused on the photo album that suddenly appeared and the criminal lurking on the second floor. The captain barely looked at this person several times.
"Is she a woman?" Viscount Rich's face turned blue. "That person... must be a woman, right? A red-haired woman?"
"I'm not sure. His voice was very low at the time. It was all the sound of air being squeezed out of his throat. I couldn't tell whether the voice was male or female, but I remember very clearly that the person involved was blond." The captain frowned again and thought for a moment, "Looking at his figure. I think the killer looked more like a man."
"What about height?" Avinash asked.
"The specifics...I'm not sure, because this man has been squatting, but he definitely doesn't look small. Also, his shoulders are very broad and his legs are very long."
"If he appears in front of you again, will you recognize this person?"
"..." The patrol leader fell into a long silence. He pursed his lips several times, and finally looked at Pauler with guilt and whispered, "I'm not sure if I can recognize it, mainly because I was really embarrassed at the time. Didn't pay attention..."
"Where's the surveillance on the street?" Avinash looked at Pauler.
Pauler's face looked like he had eaten a fly, "...the incident occurred in a surveillance blind spot, and there is no direct picture. Our people have begun to manually screen all nearby surveillance cameras. If there are any suspicious figures, a report will be sent."
"That--"
"Can we take a look at tonight's photo album first?" Count Schmidt, who had gray hair on his temples, interrupted Avinash's inquiry. He looked at Pauler, "I heard that I appeared in tonight's clues. Photo?"
"Ah, indeed..." Pauler's throat moved, and he pushed the photo album that had been wrapped in plastic paper on the table to Count Schmidt, "Not only are there photos, but there is also a message for you."
All eyes were turned to Kim Schmidt, who was over seventy years old.
Unlike the pot-bellied Paul, the old police inspector Schmidt is very dignified. His brows are always frowned, and he has a pair of deep eyes underneath, as if he is always thinking about some deep and serious issue.
Facing this photo album, Schmidt did not flip through it immediately. He stared at the dark cover of the photo album, wondering what he was thinking.
"...Sir," the viscount beside him was so weak that he could not sit still. He sobbed and begged Schmidt, "You should turn over."
Count Schmidt opened the photo album.
The first page is a portrait of Viscount Rich: it was Rich about two weeks ago. On the screen, he was singing and dancing in the center of a dance floor. Rich's left hand was raised high and his right hand was placed on his crotch. He laughed wildly and stuck out his long tongue, looking at the female companion on the side rather uninhibitedly.
Rishi held his breath, "What...what does this mean? Aren't my whole bodies intact?"
"Isn't your right hand covering your crotch?" Qianye picked his ears, "The meaning is quite obvious."
Lixi suddenly tightened his legs. He trembled slightly, as if thundering. After a short silence, Lixi suddenly laughed loudly. A fierce and disdainful expression appeared on his face, and he pushed hard. With a table in hand, the whole person stood up.
The fear of the past few days finally condensed into a burst of anger at this moment. Lixi issued the most vicious curses to the enemy that did not exist at the moment, and also brought out many unpleasant and obscene words, except for his servants. Everyone else was looking at him worriedly, but it fell on deaf ears.
Just when Rishi was about to rush out of the door, Avinash's men stopped him in time.
Count Schmidt glanced at Richie speechlessly.
After a moment, he took a deep breath and turned to the next page.
The person in the picture is himself. He is standing at an intersection with a cane, and a round billboard blocks his head.
"Beheading." Schmidt said one of his methods of death expressionlessly, "I guessed it."
Pauler lowered his head sadly, "This murderer... is too rampant!"
"Don't worry so much, Pauler." A slight smile appeared on Schmidt's face, "As a policeman who protects public safety, death is always accompanied by the wind - how many vicious criminals want to kill me, Did they succeed?"
"Your mentality is still so good," Pauler complimented.
"Of course. This is also based on trust in our colleagues." Schmidt looked at Avinash, "I believe in your strength."
"Well... there is also a message." Pauler reminded him at the right time.
Schmidt lowered his eyes and turned the page again.
Sure enough, on the third page of the photo album, there was a folded piece of white paper with "Yours sincerely, Senior Inspector Kim Schmidt" written on it.
Schmidt took out the white paper and unfolded it under the lamp. On it was a short message composed of many words and symbols cut out from old newspapers:
who I am?
Before something happens, I am a well-intentioned warning person;
When it happened, I was the perpetrator who had no control over it;
After what happened, I became a critic who hates iron but cannot become steel.
never believe me,
Never offend me,
Never show your flaws to me.
From your birth to your death,
I'm always watching you,
I'm always looking for opportunities.
Dear Count Kim Schmidt,
now you.
Red Velvet_Yours sincerely (1)
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(1) The quotation is adapted from the comments of Douban user "Guoluo in the Rain" in the group "Reddit Horror Stories" under the post "Realistic Rules-type Weird Stories", and has been authorized.
