The broken sunlight filtered through the lush branches and leaves of the big tree in the front yard, and the light illuminated the faces of the two men.
Half is as bright as day, and half is as dark as night.
"Mr. Holden, I'm curious, is the FBI so idle? Don't you want to investigate the case?"
Dean looked at the man warily. Could it be that there was an error in the DNA test?
"Man, don't be so hostile, okay?"
Holden shrugged his shoulders, "I came here to remind you that your Colt M1911A1 is still at the LVPD. Take your certificate of honor and medal and you can pick it up at any time."
"By the way, your speech just now was very exciting," Holder praised with a smile. "My blood boiled when I heard it, and I almost couldn't help but quit my job to pursue my life dream."
"you flatter me."
"That's not too much, but I have a question."
He suddenly shook his head, looked into Dean's eyes, and took a step closer to him.
"If I remember correctly, you have been brave more than once. In addition to the time in Lake Mead, there was another time..."
"What do you mean? I don't understand?" Dean unconsciously crossed his arms over his chest in a defensive posture.
"I like to study suspicious cases." Holden rubbed his nose, "For example, a week ago, the billionaire James Lowe fell to his death from a building. Everyone thought he became ill because of missing his dead son. , unable to control his grief and drunk, he committed suicide by jumping off the building."
"But people who make a fortune from casinos and restaurants often have a hard-hearted heart, and the possibility of committing suicide is very slim." Holden carefully observed Dean's expression without blinking, but only saw a blank look on his face. "Then I went to the hotel front desk and asked... Guess what I found out? The hotel is on the 19th floor, tsk tsk..."
Dean sighed, this guy is still haunted.
But he checked the video recorded from God's perspective several times, and there was absolutely no trace of crime left.
"Holden, I don't have time to guess riddles with you, I'm leaving."
"James Lowe died on the twentieth floor, and you checked in on the nineteenth floor that night! There are no such coincidences in the world."
Holden quickly followed him and ran into the parking lot,
"Last time it was Bob Lowe, and this time it's his father James Lowe... Why do you always threaten me with inexplicable reasons?"
Dean twisted the car key, opened the door of the Ford, and got into the driver's seat.
Holden had no grace and sat on the hood of the car roguely.
"The murderer did it perfectly, and neither the surveillance cameras nor the bodyguards found any traces. But my intuition tells me that you are definitely involved."
"Did I hear you correctly? An FBI told me intuitively that police officers are great and don't need evidence?"
Dean smacked the car horn.
The piercing sound of the whistle echoed through the entire parking lot.
But Holden remained unmoved, as steady as an old dog, his eyes locked on Dean through the car window. "In the past ten years of my career, my intuition has helped me solve dozens of unsolved cases and even saved my life. What's more, my main job is to study criminal psychology. For me, psychological factors are more important than real ones. The evidence is more credible."
Dean took a deep breath, his patience had reached its limit.
Find an opportunity to kill this dog-skin plaster without anyone noticing?
"Holden Ford, have I offended you? Why do you always have trouble with me and insist on sending a good citizen to jail?"
"No, you're wrong, Dean, you couldn't be more wrong!"
Holden suddenly smiled, grinning in an exaggerated arc.
The sun fell on his pale face.
This smile exudes a hint of morbidity and madness, like a severely mentally ill patient.
Dean quietly grasped the steering wheel, and what the other party heard next completely overturned his previous impression.
"I never thought about sending you to prison. Because there are reasons for your actions. Bob once abused you... Isn't it normal for you to take revenge on him? Well, although there is no direct evidence against you."
"As for his father James, I have found a clue. A hidden account related to the company he ran had paid money to the accounts of the family members of the three murderers in the Lake Mead incident. My intuition told me that it was James. ·Luo planned that killing behind the scenes, for his dead son!"
But Dean frowned even more tightly,
How could an FBI dare to say such outrageous things in front of him—that revenge killings are justifiable?
What are these remarks?
"You were incredibly clean. The three gunmen and James are all dead," Holden put his face in front of the car window and sighed, "There is no possibility of continuing the investigation."
"Don't throw dirty water on my head." Dean emphasized in a calm tone.
Holden seemed not to hear and continued to be immersed in his own world.
"Dean, you are actually very similar to me. In order to achieve your goals, you will not hesitate to use unconventional means."
"You are wrong. I am a normal person and have nothing to do with you." Dean said seriously,
"You are very talented...but the way you are acting now is very dangerous. Let me guess, you were excited when you eliminated the person who threatened you without leaving a trace."
Dean deadpanned.
"You think that there are no mistakes or omissions at all, because you have actually benefited from it, you have not implicated innocent people, and you have gained a great sense of psychological accomplishment. You have not noticed that an inertia has been formed here."
"The next time you meet someone who offends you, even if it's just verbal offense, you will still habitually start to think about whether to kill him or not!"
Holden's words paused, and a pair of eyes seemed to see through his heart.
"If I guess correctly, you already want to kill me, right? Your temper has slowly begun to become cold and irritable, and you advocate force."
Dean grinned happily, as if he was hearing a joke.
"This set of analytical theories is quite interesting. Let's continue talking about it. How will I become a killer?"
He pushed open the passenger door, and Holden sat in naturally.
The car left the parking lot and drove slowly along the road.
"I admit that killing is the simplest and fastest way to solve problems, but it can be addictive. Blood, fear, pain, and lamentation will constantly inspire the dark side of the human heart."
"Now you feel that all the people you killed deserved it. But when the blood on your hands becomes heavier and heavier, can you still guarantee to strictly abide by this principle?"
"Don't take me as an example. I said you were complaining to the wrong person."
Dean stared out the car window absently.
"Then just think I'm telling a story."
Holden shrugged,
"I have been exposed to a large number of similar cases. Ordinary people accidentally killed someone, but it was as if they had discovered a new world. Dark emotions quietly grew in their hearts, and they began to repeat this accidental killing."
"Once again, and again...and the cycle repeats."
Holden spoke quickly and urgently,
"Just like smoking grass, the more they smoke, the more their desire increases. Ordinary killing can no longer bring them pleasure and satisfaction. They begin to pursue more extreme ritualized crimes, relying on their meticulous thinking and superhuman mobility. , gradually grew into a serial killer and a demon!"
"I'm in my right mind."
Dean grinned with a mocking arc.
What kind of PUA theory does it assume that I will degenerate into a murderous demon in just a few words?
Holden noticed his expression,
"Don't you see the similarities between you? You have action, ideas, and some unpredictable means. The most important thing is that you have also opened 'Pandora's Box' more than once. .”
"COPs who have undergone extensive professional training still need psychological counseling after shooting and killing people."
"But you, you have killed several people in a row, you have begun to deviate from the rules, you may grow into a crazy criminal genius!"
"Can you please stop making such ridiculous assumptions?"
"Don't rush to refute. Have you ever heard of a saying that genius always hovers between madness and order, and all great things are born here."
"Between madness and logic?"
Sooner or later, there happened to be an intersection where several roads intersected in front of the Ford driven by Dean.
"Have you seen it? You have stood at such a fork in the road. You have two choices - take a step back, forget everything that happened recently, and live a low-key and honest life from now on, go to college, graduate, work, marry a wife and have children, and live a life of peace and quiet. Live an ordinary and orderly life, but if you do this, you will become completely mediocre."
Dean was in denial. With the system in place, how could he be willing to live an ordinary life?
"Of course you can also take a step forward and continue to follow your style of acting, hating evil as much as possible, choosing targets, committing violence and killing... giving full play to your skills, talents, and careful thinking, and then... you will gradually lose yourself in it..."
Dean tapped his index finger on the steering wheel.
He is already doing this.
Assassinated James Lowe.
Search for criminal targets in Las Vegas, carry out attacks, and increase your fighting proficiency.
But so far nothing has been found.
Nor could he be lost.
He has a system as a yardstick, and the events triggered by the system are -
etc.
Dean suddenly remembered a detail that he had never considered or subconsciously ignored on the day of the Lake Mead incident——
In the desperate situation where the three gunmen went on a killing spree, the system provided two completely different options for the event -
One is to kill three gunmen.
The second is to take advantage of the chaos and kill innocent tourists present.
Dean's eyes tightened.
This shows what?
The system has no view of good and evil, no bias or position. If it continues to engage in other events in the future, it will continue to tempt itself with two choices of good and evil.
So, can you stick to it?
"For a genius, doing good or doing evil can only happen in a single thought. If you are not careful and take a wrong step, you will fall into the abyss of crime and be doomed."
Holden Ford noticed the change in his face, his eyes flashed, and he slowly said those words.
"Do you know about horse racing? There is a horse with good speed, but it is wild, has a bad temper, and will even attack innocent people of its kind."
"The trainer has the option of gelding him to make him easier to handle, but that takes away his aura, his uniqueness."
"So the trainer put a blindfold on it so that when the horse is running, it will no longer be easily disturbed by the outside world. It uses all its strength but is still on the track. It has the potential to become a champion."
"I, Holden Ford, an expert in psychology and crime, am willing to be a blindfold to guide you on how to run more steadily and safely without deviating from the track and violating the law."
"I will help you maintain the balance between madness and order. So that you will neither lose your potential as a champion and become mediocre, nor will you go astray and ruin your bright future."
"I only have one request. You must occasionally cooperate with me in doing some psychological experiments."
Zhizhi——
Dean slammed on the brakes and the car stopped on the side of the road.
The door opened and he pushed Holden out.
The personable FBI almost fell into disgrace.
But he still held the window open tenaciously.
"What do you want to do? Be my psychiatrist and life coach? I repeat, Bob and James have nothing to do with me. I'm just an ordinary high school student." Dean looked at him with sharp eyes. Like an eagle,
"Dean, if you are fascinated by crimes, mysteries, and killings, why don't you take the right path? I can recommend you to join the LVPD, start as a volunteer, and then I will personally teach you how to use your gifts and talents legally and compliantly!"
Dean's head moved, but he stubbornly refused.
"I don't need anyone to dictate my life, and I'm not interested in being your guinea pig."
Boom!
The car started again and disappeared quickly with Dean in it.
"I'm waiting for you at LVPD, and my door is always open for you!"
Holden Ford waved goodbye to the car that was leaving, with a confident smile on his lips.
The seeds have been sown and sooner or later they will take root and sprout.
"Don't keep me waiting too long."
