monitoring room.
Nick and Dean brought the suspect Reynolds to the surveillance equipment and let him watch all the tapes with his own eyes to break down his psychological defenses.
"For God's sake, say something. You have worked so hard to 'star' in these works and you don't have any feelings at all? Are you so obsessed with Catherine that you went crazy and broke into her house?" Nick said sarcastically. road,
"Why is there surveillance?" Reynolds muttered, ruffling his dry straw-like black hair, and asked in a hoarse voice without answering, "Katherine has also seen the video tape?"
Dean next to him put his right hand on the table and leaned over to look at him, "It's not much, I only read it five or six times."
"So she knows it all...she knows it all." Reynolds held his chin in pain with his handcuffed hands, and there was deep disappointment and unwillingness in his eyes.
But Dean didn't hear the slightest bit of panic or guilt about having his crime revealed in person. This guy didn't seem to think his behavior was a mistake at all.
"What does it matter if Catherine knows about it? Are you worried about being discovered and disgusted by her when you do these dirty things?"
Reynolds turned into a dull gourd again, his expression changed from gloomy to bright, which made Dean impatient. He could hardly help but use his telekinesis to kill this guy, collect his soul and take him back for torture.
But then he denied that this simple and crude method may be able to solve the incident quickly, but it may also ruin the opportunity to further improve the progress of the incident.
And seven days was plenty of time, so he didn't have to "overturn the table" at the beginning.
"Please give me some time to think about it." Reynolds looked at the two of them with bloodshot eyes.
"How long will it take? We can detain you for forty-eight hours in Hawkins, and there is only one and a half days left. If you don't reveal your motive before then, then we can only send you to the detention center for further interrogation." Nick said firmly, " Don’t you still understand the situation clearly? With so much evidence in front of you, denial and silence are useless!”
Reynolds sighed dejectedly,
"The morning after tomorrow, I will tell you everything exactly."
…
After Nick sent Reynolds back to the detention room, Catherine and Audrey, who were waiting in the hall, couldn't wait to surround him.
"How is it? Did he explain everything?"
After hearing this, Dean had to admire the female reporter's strong psychological quality. She could still maintain her sanity after watching the video of herself being hurt.
"This guy is very tough and promised to tell you the day after tomorrow, but I think he is just stalling for time." Nick said firmly, "We will proceed as planned, Catherine. The bureau will arrange for personnel to enter your home tomorrow to collect evidence of fingerprints and shoe prints. "
"No problem, I'll take a day off."
"I recommend that you go to the hospital for a comprehensive physical examination," Dean added, "in case Reynolds has given you other poisons."
Catherine nodded seriously,
"Guys, Tom is still investigating Reynolds' car and residence. Once we find out, we will apply for a search warrant and search it again. By then, there will be new evidence to help us piece together the motives for his series of strange behaviors." Nick stated the process again,
"It's not in Chief Hopper's good taste to take your time in filing for a search warrant," Dean said with a smile.
"Okay, small places in the country can occasionally be flexible and omit search warrants, but don't make it public." Nick raised his index finger to his mouth and looked at Flo who was packing a small bag in the distance, "It's almost time to get off work, how about we come here today?"
…
In the evening, the three left the Hawkins Police Department side by side.
After what she had experienced today, for the sake of safety, Catherine, who was exhausted physically and mentally, planned to stay at a friend's house for one night.
But before that, in order to thank Dean and Audrey for their company, she specially invited them to have a sumptuous Mexican meal in the mall.
"Strong Catherine, you still have such a good appetite." Audrey looked at her friend opposite who was eating a burrito and said happily, "If it were me who encountered such a pervert, I would have already started packing my luggage and preparing to move, and then find a psychiatrist. Look, or I’m going to have nightmares for a month straight.”
"It's nothing." Kaiser took a sip of corn soup and squinted his eyes comfortably, "I encountered a shooting when I was interviewing near a Las Vegas casino, and half of my hair was cut off by bullets. , I bent over and ran away while crying for my companions to hide. But when I hid near a phone booth, I found that Jamie had been shot in the head by a stray bullet and fell in a pool of blood."
“The photographer who worked with me for two years is just gone.”
"So you are also experienced in many battles."
Dean wiped the grease from the corner of his mouth and gave Catherine a comforting look. The latter smiled casually and said,
"After that, after attending Jamie's funeral, I suddenly realized that unless I was inspired by God or Satan, other accidents were not a big deal."
"Poor Catherine," Audrey patted the back of her friend's hand tenderly, "Listen to what you said, journalism is a high-risk profession, and you may encounter any risks."
"I've long been used to it." Catherine tucked a bunch of hair behind her ears.
"Have you ever thought about finding a long-term bodyguard for yourself?" Audrey asked,
"What's the meaning?"
"Boyfriend." Audrey leaned into Catherine's ear and lowered her voice. Her bright black eyes glanced meaningfully at Dean, who was chewing on honey-glazed chicken drumsticks. "Find a strong arm to protect you from the wind and rain." , the danger will naturally leave you."
Boy friend?
Dean gnawed on the chicken leg faster.
Catherine looked at the setting sun outside the restaurant and frowned in distress.
…
Soon after the meal.
Dean drove the two ladies back to their home on Elm Street and said goodbye.
Audrey looked at his tall and muscular back under the black trench coat with moist eyes, and hooked her friend's shoulder, "You really don't think about this handsome guy. Although he is Asian, he is good-looking, muscular and capable." It gives people a sense of security, speaks less and is not annoying, and the most important thing is that they are willing to help you deal with such troubles for free."
"If I weren't already married, I would definitely take the initiative."
"Dean just graduated from high school a few months ago, and I am almost twenty-nine, nearly ten years older than him, and already an old and senile woman." Catherine touched her smooth cheeks and corners of her eyes and sighed,
"Where is such a sexy old woman? With your beauty and figure, you can hook your fingers casually, no matter how old a man is, you can't resist her."
"Don't make trouble!"
"Do you look down on her?" Audrey deliberately stepped back to the guardrail and shrank her shoulders. "Or are you saying that you don't like women, so you haven't had a boyfriend?"
Catherine looked at the street lights dimly, silent.
"Good sister, I have helped you so much today, why can't I get a word of truth?"
"Can you keep it a secret for me?"
"Haha, here we go again. I swear to God, if I leak the next word you say, I will go to hell."
Catherine clenched her slender white fingers, tightened her white face, and her eyes flashed with confusion and depression.
"To be honest, there's something wrong with my body that prevents me from having close contact with anyone."
"What do you mean you can't have close contact?"
"Besides holding hands, even kissing, I will feel tremendous pain, more painful than a stone attack, let alone a boyfriend." Catherine said timidly,
Audrey opened her mouth in surprise. In her inherent impression, the love between a man and a woman should be sweet, but why did it turn into torture when it came to her friend.
"How could such a strange disease exist in the world?"
"I also want to know the answer, but I have been to dozens of major hospitals for comprehensive examinations, and all reports show that I am in good health both physically and mentally."
Audrey took her sister's hand with compassion and walked to the stone bench in her yard to sit down. "When did this situation start?"
"It's so early, more than ten years ago...we were still studying in Hawkins..."
…
On the other side, after leaving the two ladies behind, Dean drove in circles around the hotel and Elm Street in the center of town.
He was not a policeman, so he did not need a search warrant. He directly used a 50-meter God's-eye view to scan door to door along the street to find Reynolds' possible residence.
Unfortunately, after searching for more than two hours, except for a dozen empty houses, I was unable to find anything bearing Reynolds' personal characteristics, or Catherine's black suit skirt and high heels that had been replaced.
"Is it possible that this guy doesn't live in the town?"
After searching for a long time to no avail, Dean looked up at the sky and saw that it was getting late, so he returned to his ancestral home in the suburbs to prepare to continue the search the next day.
The car stopped in the yard and he saw Hope smoking outside in the corridor to relieve his boredom.
"Didn't you go to West Faraye City to find Carly? Why did you come back so soon?" the police chief shouted to him with wide eyes.
"A friend of mine is in trouble. I have to wait a few days to help her solve it." Dean leaned on the corridor and recounted his experience during the day.
"Nick also reported this case to me on the phone." The police chief threw away the cigarette butt, raised his foot, stamped it out, and lit a second Marlboro. "Reynolds, where does this bastard come from and dares to run wild on my territory? When I send Jane to Betsy's house tomorrow morning, I will take care of him myself."
"Then I will also follow you to investigate."
Hope turned to look at him,
"It's okay to follow me, but I have a condition. Tell me what you mentioned before about letting me see Sarah? Sarah has been dead for many years, what can you do to reunite us? Answer seriously , if you make fun of her, I will kill you myself."
Dean shrugged, a hint of philosopher's worry appeared on his face, and asked,
"Where do you think people go after they die?"
"Heaven? Hell?" Hope replied instinctively, "My Sarah is so kind and lovely, she will definitely go to heaven."
"Maybe not as scary as heaven, but not as scary as hell," Dean said. "Have you heard of Limbo?"
Hope raised his eyebrows and blew out smoke. The smoke blurred his unkempt beard and rough face.
"I've seen in the Bible that souls who are not punished for their sins in hell, and who are not blessed with heaven with God, go here."
"That's right, so 'Limbo' is where most people will stay after they leave, including Sarah."
"Are you so superstitious?"
"This is not superstition. This can be explained by scientific principles. The so-called hell, heaven, and Limbo are just other planes and spaces near the earth." Dean stared at the police chief's eyes and raised his voice.
"Ordinary people, flesh and blood, cannot detect their existence, let alone enter, but once they become souls, they can feel their gravity and go to these places." Dean thought of the normal souls he had seen countless times. The dissipating images are loud and clear,
"Because everyone's soul is unique and has different characteristics, their final destination is also different. Heaven and hell are only the destinations of a few extreme people, which are equivalent to high-end hotels. Limbo is the motel where most people live. "
"Interesting metaphor, so you think Sarah also went to Limbo. What was that place like?" Hope stared at the dark woods outside the yard. "Like hell, full of pain and torture, or is it like heaven? May its inhabitants enjoy everlasting joy and happiness.”
“I think somewhere in between, but closer to the latter.”
"Why do you dare to say that?" Hope asked expectantly and with a hint of nervousness.
A flash of memory flashed across Dean's face, "I have a friend in Las Vegas who once encountered a terrible fire and was almost burned to death, but he survived."
"After he woke up, he said this to me, and I still remember it fresh. When he was about to be burned to death, he felt that there was another place under the flames."
"Another place?" Hope slowed down the car and listened.
"It is covered with green vines, surrounded by green trees, the air is very fresh, the environment is beautiful and comfortable, and most importantly, his deceased relatives and loved ones are already waiting there, waiting for him."
"I think that under the flames, this forest surrounded by the love of loved ones should be Limbo..."
Hope's eyes shone with a hint of joy,
"Reunion of relatives, Limbo, unbelievable..."
"But what if her relatives are still alive?" Hope's face dimmed. "If she goes there, won't she be left alone in the forest?"
"No!" Dean was startled and quickly corrected his dangerous thoughts, "There are countless similar people in that place. They can accompany and communicate with each other, and they no longer have to endure pain and suffering. It is not difficult for her."
"And my friend is still alive and well. He got married, had children, and started a family again. He told me that under the flames, when he was about to integrate with his relatives, he was pushed away."
Dean looked at Hope and said seriously,
"Do you understand? Those who loved him and have passed away hope that he can live well and start a new life optimistically, instead of giving up on himself and wallowing in the despair, pain, boring alcohol and addictive drugs of the past. .”
"In this way, when he goes to reunite, what he shares with his relatives is happiness."
Dean's gentle words echoed around the yard.
Hope came back to his senses, the melancholy on his face eased slightly, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Thanks, man, I feel better. But I don't understand, what do these legends have to do with your method?"
"What if I said I could take you into Limbo to meet Sarah?"
"Are you kidding me?" Hope's fingers shook, and the Marlboro fell to the floor out of control.
As soon as Dean raised his hand, an apple on the table in the room automatically flew into his palm. He opened his mouth and bit down a mouthful of juice.
"Since I have the superpower of retrieving objects from across the air, why can't I have the superpower of opening passages to other planes?"
Dean turned his eyes. He needed a volunteer and an experiment, and Hope was a good choice.
"If you agree, I can open the passage to Limbo for you right away and let you go in and reunite with Sarah. But here's the bad thing, I've never been to that place, and I don't know how to find anyone inside. .”
"But there are huge dangers inside, such as other terrifying supernatural creatures. If you are not careful, you may be wiped out and your traces will be completely wiped out. You will not even have the chance to become a ghost."
"So, are you still willing to go?"
Hope's face showed a rare trace of struggle.
"I have to think about it carefully, I have to slow down."
"Think slowly, don't rush, let's solve Reynolds' case first."
(End of chapter)
