9 pm.
Dean found Holden and Carl who were discussing the case in the office and asked about Bucky Fran's funeral.
"Moll and Chad are watching. The child's parents, Logan and Sophia Fran, are keeping a vigil at the South Side Church. Tomorrow, their family and friends will go to the cemetery in Palm Cemetery to attend the memorial service. "Karl put down the manuscript paper that was full of writing on his hand, his face looked tired,
"Then they haven't been buried yet!" Dean breathed a sigh of relief. "I have made a major discovery. The real murderer is very likely to appear at the burial ceremony. We must summon the police immediately and sneak in to set up an ambush!"
"How did you come to this conclusion?"
Holden asked,
Dean pursed his lips. The truth about the Death Eater was too bizarre to be disclosed to the public. He could only use a scientific explanation.
"I analyzed the files on Kelly's case and found that the killer loved to rub salt into the wounds of his victims' families during their grieving moments, and he would never miss an opportunity like a funeral."
"In addition, he is also a psychology expert and can use psychological suggestions to amplify the pessimism of the victims' families, causing them to lose control of their emotions and commit horrific behaviors. He took the opportunity to watch the show from the side."
"So perverted?" Karl looked at Holden, "Can a psychology expert do this?"
The latter nodded,
"I have used psychological knowledge to break down the psychological defenses of dozens of suspects, causing them to collapse and voluntarily confess. It's just that the current law does not allow this kind of psychological induction."
Karl no longer refuted, "Who should we keep an eye on after the funeral? Do you know what the murderer looks like and what his characteristics are?"
Dean was silent.
There is a high probability that the Death Eater will transform into Jack, the next chosen one, the bar owner, but Dean doesn't know how flexible its abilities are and cannot be completely sure.
"Currently I only know that he has a crescent-shaped scar on his hand and will take the initiative to approach Logan and his wife. As soon as he shows up, I will notify you."
Karl rubbed his American chin irritably, his expression reaching the limit of his endurance.
Dean took the opportunity to change the subject, "Does your old friend Jack know Mr. and Mrs. Logan Fran? Will he attend their child's funeral?"
Karl shook his head, "I'm not a roundworm in his stomach, how can I completely understand his interpersonal relationships? But he runs a bar, has a wide circle of friends, and has many friends."
"We have to make sure. You call the bar right away and contact Jack to confirm whether he will go to Bucky Fran's funeral tomorrow!"
"Boy, why do you keep asking about Jack? Do you think he is suspicious?" Carl looked confused.
"I just thought the killer was going to take action against him."
Carl untied his tie and stared for two seconds. Dean thought he was going to rush over and beat him up, but he left the office and came back five minutes later.
"Let's ask clearly. Jack has no friendship with Fran's family and will never go to Palmetto Cemetery for the funeral tomorrow."
Dean nodded, "Then the preparation work is almost done. Let's go to the funeral site to ambush tomorrow."
"Finally finished? Have you recognized your identity clearly? You are currently just a volunteer of the LVPD. You want all of our fifth team to listen to your command, but your words are unclear."
Karl put his hands on his hips and squinted his eyes, as sharp as an eagle, full of warning,
"Looking at how diligent you have been in the past, I can take a huge risk and agree to your request, but this is a big gamble and requires chips. If tomorrow's action has no results, then Dean, your volunteer work This is the end of it, you can’t come to LVPD again in the future.”
"Your career as a police officer will be completely over. As long as you are in Las Vegas, you will never be able to enter this profession. Can you bear this result?"
Dean glanced at Holden, who stared at the file in silence.
If you lose the bet, you will have to pay the price, no one is exempt.
"I guessed wrong, I'm going to get out of here!"
…
Nine o'clock the next morning.
The weather became gloomy and there was no sunshine.
Dean met with the officers outside the LVPD.
In order to avoid alerting the target, not many people participated in this operation. There were only six people, Carl, Kruger, Moore, Chad, Holden, and Dean.
Wearing a uniform solemn black suit and black tie.
Except for Dean, he is at least thirty years old and is considered a veteran in the group.
In addition, at Dean's strong request, each person wore a bulletproof vest in his suit, plus an armpit holster, making his figure slightly stronger.
"We got a tip that someone carrying dangerous weapons will cause trouble at Bucky Flanders's funeral." Carl put his hands on his hips and swept everyone's faces. "Everyone dispersed after arriving at the scene, pretending to be ordinary guests, waiting for the suspicious target to show up. , I will send the signal.”
"Remember, don't reveal your secret!"
Everyone nodded silently.
"Dean, what else do you want to say?"
"What I'm going to do next may be a little strange, but please don't object." Dean took out a waterproof pen from his coat pocket, grabbed Carl's left hand, and wrote between the back of his forearm and the cuff. The Chinese character Karl is included.
The name was hidden in the sleeves of his shirt, not visible, but Dean could see it clearly with his God's perspective.
"Is this Japanese? What does it mean?" Black lines appeared on Karl's broad forehead,
"This is Chinese! A blessing from my hometown to protect safety and wish you a safe return from this operation. By the way, the murderer is extremely dangerous, no less than any serial murderer in history. Everyone must be careful and protect yourself. Own."
"You kid is becoming more and more superstitious!" Karl's tone was sarcastic, but his sharp eyes softened slightly.
Next it was Holden's turn, Krueger's, everyone's turn... Dean marked them with their names.
"Everyone, you must not remove this symbol, at least not today," Dean said solemnly. "Otherwise, it will be disrespectful to the gods. This blessing spell will turn into a curse of bad luck."
Everyone's lips twitched, but under the warning in Karl's eyes, they resisted the urge to beat him up.
…
The two cars drove out of the LVPD police station. Because they were traveling in casual clothes, everyone was riding in ordinary cars.
"Explain, why are you bringing these things?"
Broncory, Holden in the passenger seat glanced at the back seat. Several recorders wrapped in black pockets were quietly placed on the back seat.
"Are you going to have a graveyard party?"
"This thing might save lives." Dean smiled mysteriously at him, "But don't worry, I won't ruin the atmosphere of the burial ceremony for no reason."
Half an hour later.
On the outskirts of Las Vegas, Palm Cemetery, a simple open-air auditorium.
The memorial service has just begun.
Relatives and friends of Bucky Forlan's family were sitting on rows of chairs under the podium. Above the podium, in front of a colorful photo of the smiling boy, a man with gray hair was holding a microphone.
The police officers naturally joined the ceremony crowd one after another without attracting any attention.
Dean sat in the back row, with the black bag that wrapped the tape recorder hidden under the chair. He stared at the podium intently, secretly turning on God's perspective, observing all the guests participating in the ceremony within ten meters, and searching for possible crescent-shaped scars on the skin. .
At this time, a sad voice sounded from the stage,
"Dear guests, including our principals, teachers, our teachers at No. 1 Elementary School, our relatives and friends: Trish, Greg, Marvin, Dorothy... Sophia and I, thank you all for coming."
"Everyone knows that children are the treasures of a family. Bucky Fran means more than that to us. He is the source of joy in the family. I will always remember his black diamond-like eyes when he was just born, like As beautiful as porcelain, he lay in my arms and burst into tears. He seemed to be saying to me, 'Logan, please trim your beard. See how much it hurts!'"
Dean lamented the differences between China and foreign countries.
At funerals here, no matter how sad the relatives are, they always like to express humor and optimism.
He just hoped it wouldn't take away from the sadness.
Otherwise, if you can't attract the Death Eaters, you'll be doomed.
"Bucky was very sensible from birth. Whenever I was too annoyed by work, he would smile at me and give me a hug as soon as I got home. Then, the worries of that day would leave me. He is a Cute little angel.”
The man wiped his wet eyes and hugged his wife beside him. Together they displayed his son's photos and relics, and shared his son's various experiences, interspersed with humor or daily stories, which aroused laughter and silent contemplation among the guests. , or cry.
Bucky Fran's teacher, neighbors, other relatives, and friends also took the stage to deliver their eulogies.
For half an hour, no suspicious person appeared at the ceremony, and the memorial ceremony came to an end.
"Well, son, we will always remember you and miss you, and your sincerity, kindness, and loveliness will always stay with us, so between tears, let us enjoy the blessing that we had you and loved you... "
"Bucky, you are the best son a parent could have..."
"In the midst of our grief, let us smile, everyone, because we know that Bucky is holding his grandparents' hands and smiling and watching from heaven..."
A trace of crying escaped from the man's throat, and he turned around and hugged his tearful wife.
Muffled cries passed through the entire simple auditorium.
Dean looked around, a trace of disappointment flashing in his eyes - is the Death Eater a tortoise? His favorite food is right in front of him, how can he bear this?
"Boy, where is the murderer you call extremely dangerous?" Karl in the front row looked at the sad scene on the stage, but his face was gloomy.
"Be patient, the process is not at the end yet!"
…
The memorial service is over.
Several of Bucky Fran's cousins carried the coffin to the cemetery surrounded by people.
To the south of the cemetery, among the green grass and numerous marble tombstones.
The young men carrying the coffin slowly lowered the coffin into the grave.
The priest, who was dressed in black uniform and had gray hair, prayed to the coffin in a solemn and solemn voice, "Please pray together and ask our Lord to be merciful and listen to my prayer. May the soul of Bucky Fran, who has passed away, be buried in peace." In the realm of everlasting light and peace, companions of the saints, for our Lord Christ Christ. Amen.”
"Amen…"
Relatives and friends bowed their heads and prayed together, and threw the bouquets prepared in advance into the grave.
The sky was covered with dark clouds, prayers echoed in the strong wind, and the sword-shaped leaves of the palm trees swayed.
Dean held his breath quietly, and a trace of cold sweat broke out in his hands for no apparent reason.
Then the heartbreaking cries started.
"Bucky, my Bucky, don't leave mommy!"
The woman stopped a man who was digging with a shovel to fill a landfill. She fell desperately beside the grave and howled, hysterically as if she wanted to shout out her throat.
"My condolences, madam, please let Bucky rest in peace." The priest helped her up comfortingly. Her husband and relatives hugged her and comforted her softly, and the burial continued.
Dean turned his eyes amid the cries, sounds of comfort, and the sound of mud splashing——
Ta-ta-ta--
The subtle sound of shoes crushing grass roots came from not far away.
A tall man stepped out from behind a palm tree and walked towards the crowd watching the ceremony.
He is at least six feet three tall, with a slender and straight figure set off by a black suit. His long black hair hangs down to the back of his neck. He is handsome, with a carefully groomed goatee on his chin. His skin is pale, and he has the decadent temperament of an artist.
Dean recognized this face.
The bartender, Jack.
God's perspective turned to his wrist.
Outside the cuffs of his black suit, there was a crescent-shaped scar on his wrist.
Plop, plop!
His heart was beating wildly, almost jumping out of his chest.
Dean looked away sideways and looked at him calmly from the corner of his eye.
The man blended into the crowd step by step, stood behind the wailing mother, and stared at her quietly, his black eyes sparkling.
Except for Dean and the police officers who had been paying close attention, no one else noticed that there was an uninvited guest in the team. From the appearance and demeanor, he was no different from ordinary people.
…
"Did you check with Jack yesterday?" Dean came to Carl quietly and whispered,
"Yes, is that idiot schizophrenic or suffering from Alzheimer's disease in advance?" Karl looked at the familiar faces in the crowd, his expression confused and entangled, "You promised me well at that time not to come to the funeral, is it possible that he is here now? His twin brother?"
So basically confirmed.
Dean breathed heavily through his nose, reached into his arms, and pinched the sharp board. His body began to tremble uncontrollably, and goosebumps appeared on the skin of his arms and neck——
The monster from the legend disguised as a human is right in front of you!
Excitement, trembling, and indescribable fear came to my mind.
He lowered his voice,
"Your old classmate didn't lie, because this thing that looks like him is not him at all. It is the culprit in the two cases of Kelly and Bucky," Dean said word by word in a low voice, his eyes twinkling. Crazy, "Don't ask, I can't explain it now. If you catch it, you will understand everything!"
Karl's expression became solemn upon hearing this, and he squinted at the man,
"Don't look there so blatantly! To avoid accidentally injuring innocent people, we will follow after the funeral ceremony is over!"
"I see."
Karl began to approach Kruger, Holden, Moore, and Chad one by one, whispering orders.
Soon after, the coffin was completely buried, the ground became flat again, and the writing on the tombstone reflected white light.
Logan Fran supported his wife, who had stabilized her mood, and led everyone outside the cemetery, preparing to go home for the dinner after the funeral.
The five police officers divided into different directions, walking slowly behind the crowd, chatting in twos and threes.
Walking quietly between "Jack" and the leaving crowd.
Dean took a deep breath, handed the recorder to Holden, relaxed the muscles on his face, forced out a green smile exclusive to high school students, and walked straight over.
"Hey, Jack."
He ran to the man and said hello. The man turned his head and showed a puzzled expression.
"I'm Larry, have you forgotten? The day before yesterday, I didn't mean to rent your bar for a party to celebrate my girlfriend's birthday."
Dean grinned with big white teeth, like a rich second-generation fool with a lot of money, but from God's perspective, he quietly penetrated the man's black coat and inspected——
Under his arm was a bulging holster containing a loaded revolver.
He was wearing a black bulletproof vest.
There were several small boxes of ammunition in the pocket of his underwear.
There is a sheathed dagger stuck to the side of his waist.
Are you going to rob a bank?
Dean's head was beating wildly, and with a thought, the "shadow" flew out of the shackles in his arms, wrapped around his body and squirmed to form a set of transparent ghost armor.
"Larry, rent my bar?" The man suddenly understood. He smiled gently and shook his head like a gentleman, catching Dean's nonsense, "I'm sorry, that kind of place is not the place for teenagers like you. I suggest you find another place. Healthier entertainment venues like Disneyland.”
"My girlfriend likes retro-style bars. It wouldn't be a surprise to go to any other place. How about I pay more?" Dean seemed to be insulted, his face turned red and he patted his chest in a rough voice, "I paid for it before. It was a thousand dollars, now it’s fifteen hundred dollars for one night, plus the price of drinks!”
As he was delaying, the funeral procession slowly walked thirty meters away, temporarily out of the danger zone.
"I'm not short of money. If you still don't think it's enough, just tell me the amount and I'll write a check right away." Dean took out a pen with his left hand and put his right hand into the pocket of his suit to make a gesture of pulling out a checkbook.
"This is not a matter of money. I am a law-abiding citizen. It is impossible to rent my bar to a group of minors taking drugs...You can either go to the sports field or the amusement park!" The man warned impatiently, turned around and waved away like a beggar. He waved his hand and said, "Don't pester me anymore, or I'll retaliate——"
Staring at his back, Dean quickly took out the loaded Colt M1911a1 from his arms and closed the safety with his thumb.
"911."
The man's words fell to the ground.
Dean aimed at his lower body and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
Bang bang!
Two gunshots were fired.
The harsh sound of breaking through the air instantly broke the gloom and tranquility of the cemetery.
The man shuddered as blood splashed everywhere, and he stumbled back two steps. Two bright red "roses" bloomed on the two black trousers legs.
At the same time, the revolver in his arms was rolled up by telekinesis and strangely floated out of the holster.
A prompt appeared in front of Dean's eyes:
Did you hit it with the M1911A1? , proficiency +1*2, shooting lv1 (92/200)
The loud gunshots stunned the funeral procession in front, the air was still, and people screamed in terror and ran away.
Carl and other police officers did not expect that their companions would act out of common sense and be so ruthless in their attacks. However, years of experience prompted them to quickly draw out their weapons and cooperate with Dean to target Jack!
All these changes happened in less than a second.
A second later, the man who had been shot in the thigh was still standing upright, his eyeballs turning like glass beads, and horrifyingly turned into dark green beast-like vertical pupils, and then he opened his mouth wide and let out a roar!
It's neither harsh nor loud, just like a strong wind plucking the strings.
Circles of invisible ripples exploded in the air, and the grass under the man's feet bent desperately to all sides.
The nearest Dean's heartstrings were also turned upside down by this mysterious force. There was a click in his body, something broke, and the memories that had been buried deep in his mind came up.
Last life, this life.
Countless sad past events are reappearing before our eyes one after another.
Grief turned into a torrent, pouring into his body and tearing his chest apart.
Dean's eyes were filled with tears, a strong sense of acidity permeated his brain, and mucus flowed out of his nasal cavity uncontrollably. The overwhelming grief made him tremble all over, and his hands became weak as M1911A1 fell to the ground.
The Death Eater, the funeral, and the battle in front of him all disappeared. He covered his mouth and sobbed. There was only one thought in his mind, to vent and vent this turbulent emotion!
The nearby Karl, Holden, and Kruger were also swept away by the invisible force. Their eyes turned red as if they had been hit by a restraining spell, their rickety bodies froze in place, their expressions quickly distorted, and they let out beast-like wails from their throats.
As soon as he took a breath, all the police officers around the man froze in place.
The man suddenly raised his hand to catch the revolver that had fallen out of his mind. His cold vertical pupils blinked.
The gun was aimed at the center of Dean's forehead.
boom!
The air neighs!
The warhead hit Dean like a battering ram with powerful kinetic energy, causing Dean to fall backwards. Then, it was bounced off by a layer of "ghost armor" on the surface of his body, and fell into the grass with a thud.
The man did not see the expected scene of blood and flesh, his pupils froze, he turned around and moved his two injured long legs, and fled deep into the cemetery as vigorously as a cheetah.
…
The dizziness and labor pain that hit his brain made Dean open his eyes when he fell to the ground. His vision went black for a while. He bit the tip of his tongue sharply, and a sweet and stinging feeling came out of his throat. He was refreshed and his red eyes followed. To restore a trace of clarity.
Dean pushed up his trembling body, picked up Colt, and then commanded "Shadow" to use his telekinesis to flick the three recorder switches at the police officer's feet.
Suddenly, the three trumpet-shaped speakers played a unified dynamic melody of funky town——
Take me to a town that makes me feel right and like it
Thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump
A small town that keeps me energetic and moving forward
Thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump
Okay, I'm talking, I'm talking, I'm talking
…
Disco sounded like a tsunami, instantly dispelling the gloom in the cemetery.
Moll, who was falling into an emotional state and unable to extricate himself, knelt down and held his head in his arms while crying, stopped crying, and then woke up with a confused look on his face.
Karl stood up, clenched his fist with a distorted expression, and hammered his swollen temple hard.
Krueger's eyes widened, and he tremblingly opened his hands to passionately embrace the air in front of him.
Holden sat down on the ground with tears in his eyes, pointed the gun at his temple, and was about to pull the trigger.
A gust of wind ripped his hand away and slapped the gun to the ground.
Dean rushed over and suppressed Holden, shouting at his conscious companion,
"I'll go after the murderer. You stay where you are and keep an eye on Holden. Don't let him commit suicide again!"
As he spoke, he held a tape recorder on his shoulder and put it close to his ear. The surging sound waves shocked his eardrums and made him sweat. However, the remaining sadness in his body was shaken out.
You son of a bitch, Death Eater, see the power of modern means!
He chased the silhouette that was about to disappear.
"Moll, you take care of these two idiots, and I'll help!" Karl stepped over a tombstone and followed.
(End of chapter)
