August 27th.
Italy.
Venice.
Local clock: 09:12.
The sky is blue with white clouds, and the morning sunshine is particularly pleasant and warm.
As a famous tourist and industrial city in Italy, the scenery of Venice is indeed unique.
Many factories are located in the inland suburbs in the west, while looking to the east near the seaside, you can see the classical architectural city of Venice.
Artificially dug rivers coexist with the streets. The water in the rivers is drawn from the Adriatic Sea. The water quality is clear, and from time to time you can see brightly colored seawater fish.
There are tour boats for tourists, motor boats for exciting entertainment, and more private boats.
The spaciousness and bustling of the river highlight the congestion of the streets.
at this time.
In the Magra area of Venice, on the main road numbered SR11...
"Oh miyada (damn)! Quesi di yo di (these idiots)! Si beili ga ciao (hurry up)!!!"
"Beep!! Beep!!"
Just look at a yellow and white taxi that looks like a Beetle, almost blocked on this "main road".
The taxi driver, who had a goatee and a white old-fashioned peaked cap, lowered the window, stuck his head out, waved his left hand and cursed, and with his right hand, he pressed the horn in the center of the steering wheel.
No way, SR11 is said to be a main road, but in fact it is just a two-way street.
It is the rush hour for work in Venice, and there is a lot of traffic on the roads in both directions, so this taxi can only wait in line honestly.
After letting out what was in his heart, the taxi driver finally felt comfortable and then put his body back in the car.
And in English with a strong accent, he said to the passenger sitting in the co-pilot: "It made the guests laugh, haha. In fact, we Venetians all have good tempers, but there are some exceptions today."
"Yeah... I understand." The passenger said he "very" understood.
The passenger was wearing dark gray overalls, brown breathable combat boots, and a black tight-fitting short-sleeve upper with a loose brown shirt on top.
The handsome attire, blond hair parted, and other features indicate that the passenger’s true identity is Leon Scott Kennedy.
Umbrella's intern intelligence officer.
After Leon finished talking to the driver, he turned to look out the window and shook his head helplessly.
Somewhat speechless.
The intelligence officers who graduated at the same time as him all have permission to use the company's vehicles, and there are people to pick them up when they go to unfamiliar cities. Why can't he do it alone? ?
Although the company gave him a considerable travel subsidy, Leon still couldn't understand it.
Next.
Leon endured the driver's complaints and finally passed the congestion zone of SR11 and continued driving to the end of SR11.
Then, the taxi parked on the right, and the driver looked at the meter.
He smiled and said: "Oh, dear guest, the total is 77, which is euros, not dollars."
"Okay." After hearing this, Leon took out his wallet from his pants to pay.
Get your change back, open the door and get out of the car.
When the taxi drove away, across the street was Lyon's destination, the Venice Police Station.
As Leon walked towards the crosswalk, he stuffed the change into his trouser pocket and took out the intelligence officer's exclusive mobile phone to operate it.
First, report the situation to his superiors, and then review the status assigned to him by the company.
Putting away his mobile phone, crossing the crosswalk and the crowd, Leon arrived at the main entrance of the police station.
He walked up the steps into the police station lobby.
He found that the place was even more crowded.
Most of them were tourists from out of town complaining to the police.
Most of them were cases of lost property or disputes with local vendors.
After all, Venice is a world-famous tourist attraction, and the police department has a heavy burden.
See this.
Leon once again walked through the crowd and came to the front desk on the right side of the hall, showing his ID to the police officer who looked a little impatient.
Said: "Leon S. Kennedy, Interpol, is responsible for assisting you in investigating the serial murder case on the 25th."
The police officer took the certificate and relieved his impatient expression.
"American?" But when he saw the nationality, the police officer couldn't help but complained.
Immediately afterwards.
The police officer who found no abnormalities in his ID began to contact his superiors.
Soon, the police officer returned the certificate to Lyon and said: "Go to the third floor, someone will receive you."
"Thank you." Leon took back his ID and walked towards the third floor of the police station.
Come to the third floor.
This is the office area for plainclothes, police detectives and criminal police officers.
A policewoman wearing black female suit pants, a blue shirt, a police badge and a holster on her waist was waiting for Leon at the edge of the stairs.
Seeing Leon, the policewoman stretched out her right hand and introduced herself: "Aya Brea."
"Hello, Leon S. Kennedy." Leon stretched out his hand to shake her hand.
"Come with me, the police chief has been waiting for you for a long time." The policewoman named Brea walked towards the office area.
"good."
Shortly after.
The Venice Police Chief glanced at Lyon and gave a brief explanation before continuing to let Brea and Lyon, who were in charge of the case, explain the details.
In fact, not long ago, Director Venetian asked his superiors for support.
However, this request for instructions was known to the Red Queen, so the Red Queen communicated with Interpol and the Italian police department.
In the end, Lyon, whose identity was forged by Queen Bai, naturally came to support.
The Director of Venice did not doubt his presence, and due to the busy schedule, he only exchanged a few words and let Brea take over.
Brea took Leon to the conference room on the fourth floor, turned on the projector, and explained the details of the case to Leon.
In the early morning of the 25th of this month, the police discovered 24 victims.
They were all men, and their bodies were concentrated in the bustling areas of Magra city.
The identities, nationalities and connections of the victims are all different, and there is no pattern to follow at all, like a random killing case.
However, the victims had similar characteristics.
They are all tall, muscular, and handsome in public aesthetics.
To avoid causing public panic and damaging Venice's reputation, the Italian government banned publicity about the details of the case.
Even so, the facts of the serial murders could not be completely covered up.
Most of the local residents of Venice are worried, but tourists still come here "without hesitation".
After reading the information, I listened to Brea’s description.
Leon looked very solemn and said: "Officer Brea, in addition to these, I also want to know more detailed case information."
"Okay." Brea used the remote control pen to control and play the projected content, and said to Leon in a deep voice:
"The deceased also have a common characteristic, that is, their limbs have suffered varying degrees of damage, and there are obvious...
Porcelain. "
