This elm forest is very remote, with no buildings within a radius of 500 meters.
Standing under an elm tree with a special mark, Hope described the scene, "The two victims were lying here at that time, Marcus on top and Samantha below. The murderer came from behind and wiped Marcus with a knife. Blood entered Si's throat and entered his trachea, choking his breathing and making him unable to cough out. The murderer continued to stab his back inhumanly."
"Marcus's blood soaked Samantha's face underneath. When she found out, Samantha screamed. She was so scared and nervous that she involuntarily tightened the muscles in her lower body... so she got stuck with Marcus. "
"Samantha turned around and tried to escape, but was crushed by her seriously injured boyfriend above her."
"The murderer then stabbed her dozens of times in the side with a dagger, killing her."
"Tsk tsk..." Dean could almost imagine the cruel scene.
The gleaming dagger that keeps rising and falling, the bright red blood, and the pure white snow are so poignant and beautiful, and it also proves that you can't have too much fun.
"Have you found the murder weapon?" Dean lowered his head to avoid a frost-covered branch and looked around the snowy woods. The case occurred a week ago. During this period, it snowed several times, and thick snowflakes covered the accident. The ground and dense elm trees covered all suspicious traces, and his God's perspective could not find any valuable clues.
"No, he was taken away by the murderer."
"Who first discovered that the couple had been killed?"
Hope said, "Cliff, who lived on Elm Street, drank in the bar until midnight. When he passed by the woods, he went in and peed. He found blood in his urine. He followed the blood stains and found the man behind him. The murdered couple from afar called the police, but we have already questioned Cliff and many people in the bar can prove that he did not have time to commit the crime.”
Dean nodded. In such an outdoor location, he couldn't use the board to summon the souls of the victims. But now that he has the skill of snake demon body, he has an extra way to investigate, "This place doesn't look like anything." What clues can you give me, can you take me to see the body of the deceased?"
"No problem, the body is still in the forensics department." Hope took Dean and drove to a two-story building. After explaining to the skinny woman at the front desk, he opened the door and entered the only morgue on the first floor. .
Hope pushed out two black body bags from a row of boxes. After opening them, two corpses were revealed. They had been washed once. The skin was pale and lifeless, and there were a lot of stitching marks on the body, like a body that had been broken into pieces and then sewn back together. The silicone doll, with its two young faces, is full of a strange sense of terror.
Dean observed the body, then took the autopsy report from the Sheriff's hand and started reading, "The deceased, Marcus Roland, male, 18 years old, had his neck, trachea, and carotid artery cut... Samantha Morton, female, 19 Years old, his heart was punctured... There are no symptoms of poisoning, fatal diseases, alcohol consumption, etc."
"Do you have any blood samples from them?" Dean thought about the time when the murderer severely wounded Marcus from behind. Marcus most likely did not see the appearance of the perpetrator, but the girl lying on her back was very likely to witness it. The killer, "especially Samantha's blood sample."
"All of them, wait a moment." Hope was curious about the purpose of his question, but out of trust in his companions, he did not hesitate and turned around to leave. When he returned, he had two more small tubes of blood samples in his hand.
"What are you going to do?"
"You'll know later, where is the toilet?"
"Go out and go to the right."
Dean took the blood sample into the bathroom and locked the door. His cheeks squirmed and quickly transformed into the appearance of Seth, the snake demon, and then swallowed Samantha's blood sample.
Boom.
The blockbuster represents the chaotic light and shadow of past memories passing before his eyes. This time, Dean has gained experience and skillfully eliminated those unrelated memories - the girl's parents divorced, bullying her female classmates, and her boyfriend tasted forbidden fruit for the first time...
Then it condensed into a cruel picture. A man with a white ghost mask on his face and a black robe covering his whole body rushed towards him brandishing a bloody dagger.
Bumping, shaking... Mud, snowflakes, and grass clippings were flying in front of our eyes.
A hazy blood light filled the originally clear field of vision, and at the edge of the blood light, the inner sleeve of the murderer's left wrist where he wielded the dagger suddenly lifted up, revealing a trace of pale skin and a tattoo of a right-handed swastika pattern tilted at 45°. .
Dean blinked out of licking the memory.
The progress of "Hawkins Homicide" in the system jumped to ten percent.
Is this the murderer, dressed up in a weird way, some kind of Halloween costume?
He then swallowed the blood sample of the deceased male Marcus. After a long period of meaningless memories, he unexpectedly saw a familiar face with neat bangs, an khaki coat, and a rectangular Kodak camera hanging around his neck. It was Joyce's son Jonathan.
"Hey, Jonathan, I heard that you have good photography skills. We are going to go on a wild adventure after school on Wednesday. I want to take some beautiful photos to record our heroic appearance. Are you here?"
"I have to go to work, so I don't have time."
"Are you sure you won't come? Nancy and her good sisters will also go."
"Then I, I'll think about it."
The event progress jumped to fifteen percent.
The picture flashed again, and finally it turned into Samantha lying on her back in the snow with a blushing face. With a suppressed cry, the picture shattered into nothingness.
Dean ends "Lick the Memory."
"Jonathan is actually related to this incident. I have to talk to him privately. Well, I won't tell Hope about this clue for the time being."
Dean touched his chin and began to search for the whereabouts of Jonathan in the "dark area of his mind", and found that this guy was taking pictures in the town center shopping mall with a camera.
So he left the bathroom and found Hope again. "I made a major discovery. The murderer was about 6.23 feet (1.9 meters) tall, wearing a black robe and a white ghost mask on his face. He should be white and left-handed. , there is a right-handed swastika pattern tilted 45° on the inner side of the left wrist."
"You really didn't disappoint me. The autopsy report and shoe prints also prove that the murderer is close to the height you mentioned. He is also left-handed, but with a swastika pattern." Hope looked at the symbol drawn by Dean, his face serious, "Isn't this There is a hook-shaped cross, so the murderer is most likely a white-skinned Nazi, and the Germans in the town are quite suspicious."
"I will go back immediately and ask the guys to check and collect evidence, and then bring it back to compare with the evidence samples found at the scene. If you find the murderer's clues, the bureau will give you a reward!"
…
The two left the Identification Department building and returned to the Hawkins Police Station not far away. Hope took off his cowboy hat and smiled at the fat aunt operator at the front desk.
"Flo, make two cups of coffee and bring them to the office. Then call Nick and Tom back. I have an important task to give!"
Flo raised her glasses on the bridge of her nose and glanced at the police station lobby with ulterior motives.
As soon as the sergeant turned his head, he saw a petite and beautiful lady walking towards him. The yellow single-breasted woolen coat with belt and the white turtleneck sweater were held up high by the huge chest and could hardly be held in her pockets. , her thick blond hair fluttered in the wind as she walked around, looking retro and fashionable.
"Dear Director, can you share your new progress with Hawkins Daily?"
"Ms. Catherine, I have told you so many times that when the murderer is caught, we will naturally hold a regular press conference to inform you of the specific situation," Hope bared her teeth and looked helplessly at the woman with delicate light makeup. "But you can't come to the station every day and exaggerate it in the newspapers, spreading an atmosphere of panic and destroying the security and stability of the town."
"Director, you can't blame me. When did I write something random? I just told the truth in the newspaper, and I reviewed the manuscript with you in advance." Catherine kept an elegant smile on her face and spoke warmly. She retorted softly, but when she glanced at a figure walking behind the director, she was startled for a moment, her eyes showed surprise, and she covered her red lips,
"Dean?!"
"Good afternoon, Catherine, I didn't expect to see you here." Dean waved to her. After not seeing each other for a few months, the reporter lady had completely restored her refreshing style when working in Las Vegas, full of professionalism. Feminine charm and radiance.
"When did you come back? Why didn't you inform me in advance? I didn't go to pick you up." Catherine pouted, but she couldn't hold back her excitement, nor could she care about ladylike etiquette and restraint. She happily walked past the director and approached him. When he came to Dean, he looked up at him with wandering eyes.
Dean's heart warmed up when he saw this, and he took Catherine's soft and cold hand, "I just arrived yesterday and dealt with some things with my uncle's house. I originally planned to go find you today, but the director asked me to help solve the case again. It took a little time.”
Catherine clasped his fingers and nodded, "Well, as a great detective as you are, you will definitely be able to help the town catch the murderer."
"Ahem, you two, this is the police station, not your home, please be careful about the impact." Hope took the hot coffee from the hand of Aunt Flo who looked like she was eating melon, and gave Dean a thumbs up. Appreciating him for taking away the flowers from the newspaper office, "Dean, the reporter lady is left to you to entertain... I have to go in and handle official business, and I will communicate with you after I make new discoveries."
Dean nodded, "No problem, but send me a copy of the dossier on the entire case."
Hope looked at him, then at Catherine, and emphasized in a deep voice, "Don't let her write randomly and betray my trust."
…
But Catherine didn't care about the report at all now. She pulled Dean and quickly left the police station and ran to a remote and deserted street corner nearby. She pushed her hand with red nails to her chest, wrapped her petite body tightly around him, and raised her head. The neck was raised like a golden cat that had been thirsty for a long time.
After a long time, the breath separated.
The reporter buried her head in his arms, listened to his long and steady heartbeat, touched her hot and red cheeks and whispered, "It's good to have you back. I don't have to sleep alone anymore."
Dean caressed her back, smooth blond hair and pointed chin,
"I miss you too. You must have been exhausted these past few months and have lost a lot of weight."
"Really lost weight? That means my weight loss is effective." Catherine grinned, wiped off the lipstick marks on his face, took his arm intimately and walked south, "But I'm not tired at all, the business here is It was much easier than Las Vegas. I got started quickly and produced several good reports, so the agency gave me the important task of investigating the murder case in Hawkins."
"Are you going to investigate a brutal killer by yourself? The newspaper won't send you an assistant or anything?" Dean raised his eyebrows.
"Don't worry, I only hang around the police station during the day, and I'm at the newspaper office the rest of the time, and I can take care of myself -" Catherine opened her handbag, took out the anti-wolf spray and pistol, and made an aiming motion, " I go to the shooting range every week to practice shooting. If the murderer dares to show up, I will kill him with one shot."
Dean looked at her good figure that could not be covered by the thick thermal underwear in the shooting posture. This was not a wolf-proof shooting. This was simply a gangster's lure shooting.
But Catherine's face was full of confidence, and her eyes were as gentle as water, "Go to my house tonight, and I will prepare dinner for you."
"Okay, but now I have to investigate the case."
"If you don't mind, can I come with you?" Catherine blinked her eyes expectantly.
"Then come on, but don't write it out until the matter is completely resolved, otherwise it may lead to bad things."
"Don't worry, I understand."
…
Dean got into Catherine's Dodge, browsed the files, and quickly arrived at the town's shopping mall.
Jonathan was playing with his camera on a chair outside the photo shop, staring into the air in a daze, his face gloomy, obviously worried.
"Hi Jonathan!"
"Ah, Dean?!" Jonathan turned his head and hurriedly caught the Coke that was thrown at him, "I heard Joyce tell you the news yesterday, and I was about to take Will to visit your home. By the way, this is not a newspaper employee. Ms. reporter?”
"That's right, she came out with me for a walk," Dean sat down next to him. Catherine rested her chin on Dean's shoulder and glanced at Jonathan's face. Jonathan looked away with embarrassment. Face,
Based on the scene he saw in "Licking Memory", Dean said directly, "Jonathan, didn't you follow Marcus Roland to the wild last week?"
"Are you referring to the classmate who was killed on Friday?" Jonathan's face turned slightly pale.
"right."
Jonathan noticed Dean's serious face and asked hesitantly, "Why did you mention this suddenly, and who told you?"
The eyes of Catherine next to her became bright. The reporter's intuition made her feel that there was something wrong with the boy in front of her, and she wanted to immediately take out a pen and paper and start recording.
But Dean just patted the other person on the shoulder, stared into his eyes, and activated his telekinesis suggestion.
"I'm helping Director Hope, so I'm going to do some routine questioning, but you don't need to worry. I believe Marcus's death has nothing to do with you. You just need to tell me the whole process of the day without leaving out a single detail. Pass."
Jonathan opened the Coke and took a big gulp into his mouth, "Well, he invited me to take photos of him and his friends after school in the afternoon. Then around 4:30, a group of eight of us got into Marcus' Ford pickup truck. Leave the town and go to the forest in the northern suburbs..."
Dean interrupted, "Who are they?"
"Marcus and his girlfriend Samantha, me, Nancy and her sister Barbara, rich Steve and his two friends Golan and Hala... We arrived at the edge of the forest and made snowmen, Snowball fight." Jonathan suddenly lowered his head sadly, his tone filled with irrepressible sourness, "I took pictures of them."
Dean saw something was wrong with him, "What's wrong? You and Nancy are not going well?"
Jonathan didn't know what was going on with him, so he couldn't help blurting out what was on his mind, "Steve kept pestering Nancy to show his courtesy. I couldn't stand it and wanted to go over and say hello, but I was stopped by Golan, this guy with freckles on his face. , and he also said that I was just a poor guy who took pictures, and I was not allowed to get close to Nancy. I got so angry that we fought with him."
"I have learned fighting from you for a few days, and I am already a veteran," Jonathan said, looking at Dean with both pride and annoyance. "Golan was beaten to pieces by me, and he hurriedly ran into the forest, and then something happened to him... It fell to the ground.”
"Where did it fall?" Dean's expression changed, and he suddenly found that the system progress jumped from 15% to 16%.
"There was a pit on the forest floor. It was very hidden in the snow and bushes. Golan fell in without paying attention when he was running away." Jonathan's eyes flashed with novelty, "But the pit was only three meters deep, and he was not seriously injured. , but found a terrible thing inside."
"What is it?" Catherine poked Dean's face with the hair from her ear and asked,
"Can you keep it a secret for me? I don't want to be regarded as a snitch by my classmates." Jonathan looked at Dean pleadingly.
Dean and Catherine exchanged funny looks and nodded, "I won't tell anyone that you leaked the secret."
Jonathan nodded, "Steve and Marcus went down there, and they said there was a human skeleton inside. They had been dead for who knows how long, and there wasn't even a piece of flesh on the body."
The system was shaken, and the event progress jumped to 20%.
Dean suddenly realized that this skeleton was very important, and then asked, "Can you describe this skeleton in more detail, such as what kind of clothes it is wearing?"
"Sorry, I felt unlucky, so I stayed on the ground and didn't go in to take a look. Steve's three witnesses only told me so much." Jonathan shook his head and continued, "Then Nancy and Barbara were frightened and wanted to Leave immediately and call the police, but Marcus asked everyone not to tell anyone about it and to keep it secret."
Catherine was curious, "Why is this? Shouldn't the first reaction of a normal person when discovering bones and remains in the wild be to call the police?"
"Only the devil knows, but everyone agreed, and I don't want to be a leaker." Jonathan squeezed the empty Coke bottle and said,
While Dean was deep in thought, he felt a supernatural aura.
Jonathan looked over again doubtfully,
"That's all I have to say, man, can you answer me now, why are you asking this question? Does our experience in the field on Wednesday have anything to do with Marcus being killed on Friday?"
Catherine also stared at Dean through her eyelashes, with a strange light shining in her eyes. She had experienced supernatural events, so she naturally understood part of the truth about the entire world, and she was full of trust in Dean.
"I can't say for sure now, I have to see it with my own eyes to be sure," Dean looked into Jonathan's eyes, "Can you take me near that pothole?"
Jonathan hesitated, "I've only been there once. I'm not sure if I can find it. I can only try."
(End of chapter)
