Chapter 1059

The boots that have been waiting for since entering the prison have finally landed.

But the timing of its landing was too bad, and it happened to catch up with Bohemia to find serial killers. She stood up and was about to go to the door when the copy host stopped: "before you leave the office, you must tell which one is a serial killer."

Bohemia suddenly stopped her feet. Because it was too abrupt, the other two people threw several eyes at her.

"After leaving the office, you will return to the main plot of" prison situation ", so you must complete the small game before leaving." The copy host explained.

But she has no clue at all!

"I'll call first to ask, how's the situation of agent Xiao... Ger?" she was quick witted, picked up the phone on the table and asked the subordinate of the beef sandwich, "what's the number?"

"Now?" The subordinate was stunned and hesitated at the door: "I think we should mobilize people first..."

"You do it," Bohemia waved to him, "I'll hurry to see the situation in a moment. But agent gel is from the Bureau of investigation, and we can't let him have an accident in prison!"

It seemed that this statement was finally reluctantly accepted by the two men - the man in uniform hurried away with the beef sandwich. Bohemia dialed the number and got it. Soon he heard a "hello" on the other end of the phone.

"It's me. How's agent gel? What happened to him?"

As she spoke, she pulled the telephone line, approached the window and opened the shutter. On the windy playground, dozens of orange figures are pushing, bumping and running, hitting the iron fence again and again; Their roars and hisses could be vaguely caught by her even at a high place.

The woman doctor's answer surprised her.

"What?" Her voice suddenly rose: "... I didn't see agent gel?"

Bohemia was surprised and couldn't help looking up at the Descartes essence also pasted on the telephone microphone. Of course, she couldn't see anything from the chaos; Calm down, she asked, "I heard he was sent to you because he had a spasm?"

"No," the female doctor denied, and seemed to be in shock: "I just learned that there was a riot, and I haven't dared to leave the office. No one has been here at all during this time. Strange, where has he been?"

Bohemia glanced at the water cup on the table again, and his mind was confused for a moment; After thinking for a while, she asked: "... Did you pour water for the two FBI agents when they came in just now?"

"No, your secretary poured it. He poured the water for the agents before they entered the door."

no wonder! She always felt that there was no water cup on the desk when the doctor left; It was not until the two agents sat down that the water cup appeared on the table - in this way, the explanation made sense. As a secretary, it's normal to pour water for visitors... But if she remembers correctly, the sandwich secretary never entered the office door from beginning to end after the game began. According to the host of the copy, "one of the people who came into the office next was a serial killer", the serial killer could not be a sandwich secretary.

So... Isn't it the water cup?

After hanging up, Bohemia was stunned. After thinking for a few seconds, she was still puzzled, and she began to ignite a rage: "this broken game is meaningless, and there is no enough clue at all! And now that everyone is gone, I want to observe again, but who am I going to observe!"

"I don't have a clue." Descartes spoke slowly, floating in front of the certificate on the wall, blurring the background into a mosaic. "In this matter, there are four people who may be lying... You can try to infer who the liar is first."

"... ah?"

"You look silly like this." Descartes forgot that he was actually a prisoner of the fool, and said impolitely, "didn't you think of it? First, your secretary, the sandwich, the story of 'agent gel had a spasm' may just be made up by him. But I can't think of any benefit to him by doing so. After all, it's going to reveal the truth when asked afterwards."

"The second person is a female doctor?"

"You are not completely stupid. If she is a serial killer and wants to satisfy her desire to kill, now is really a good time. There was panic everywhere during the riot. Who knows who sent agent gel there, and whether the doctor received it personally? If not, she can kill someone and insist that she has never seen this person."

"Would you be so bold?" This is a heavily supervised prison!

"You don't know, the biggest difference between female killers and male killers is that female killers are good at finding camouflage for themselves in daily life - such as nurses, wives, mothers... And other roles. With camouflage, they often kill openly and normally. You can't imagine that they are actually killing under your nose. And I always think that if agent gel has a spasm, it's probably still in the middle It's poisoned. Even if it's not poisoned by the Secretary, maybe it's secretly released by the doctor looking for an opportunity. Who knows, maybe the doctor asked the Secretary to pour water! But since she has so many doubts, it's definitely not her - Oh, but if you want to turn around... "

This copy always seems to find a way to get around itself.

"How do you know so much?"

Although Descartes had no facial features, he still showed some pride. "What do you think I eat evolutionists for? It's all for the knowledge, wisdom and experience in the human brain. Well, the taste of that criminologist is still good."

... looking at it like this, the nutrient absorption rate after eating people should not be very high.

"Can't you read?" Bohemia complained and didn't delve further, "then who is the third person?"

"Who else can it be? Who did agent gel go out to smoke with?" Descartes asked sharply, "your sandwich secretary just said he had a spasm. We don't know whether he saw it with his own eyes. What if it was the old leather shoes that told him? What if it was the old leather shoes that killed him and falsely sent him to the medical room?"

In this way, it is obvious who the fourth person is - Bohemia reacted and sighed: "even the little virgin herself is suspicious... He is likely to pretend to spasm in order to create opportunities for himself. Then I can't tell!"

"You can also endure it and wait motionless in the office. Wait until the riot is subsided, and then send someone to investigate what happened to agent Gell... But you are such an unqualified warden, I think you will be stripped of an onion skin."

Bohemia raised his hand and touched the onion on his head. Its smooth surface seemed very ticklish. It was touched by her fingers and fluttered away a little.

She reluctantly opened the blinds and muttered, "when Lin San's wine hurt me, one harm is sure. Why is it so difficult for me to open the ladle for her? I have to find the killer first..."

"What's the matter?" Descartes rushed up at once.

"That figure looks familiar... Wearing a hat, I can't see the hair color clearly. Is it a virgin or old leather shoes?" The man didn't wear the jacket of the Bureau of investigation. If Bohemia hadn't been an evolutionist, I'm afraid he wouldn't have realized that he was not one of the guards at all. As the man mixed with the guards and ran towards the prison playground with the crowd, it was even harder to see who he was: "that's right, the prison riots, they have to help."

"Thanks to your good position, you can just stare at him..." Descartes almost turned into a piece of paper and drilled out of the window.

The agent who changed the jacket of the Bureau of investigation was much more flexible than the general guard, and ran close to the guardrail in a blink of an eye. Almost all the guards' attention was on the playground inside the guardrail at this time - they took out electric rods, constantly beat curses and threatened orders on the guardrail, trying to get the prisoners to retreat; Therefore, except for Bohemia upstairs, few people noticed that the investigator reached into his arms, took out something black, and hid it in the corner of his coat.

Under the cover of his other arm, he stood in the chaos and shouting crowd, looking back and forth for a few rounds. From his profile, it seems that his attitude is almost out of place with his surroundings - perhaps because all the prisoners rushed close to the fence in a row, and he soon found his goal. With a slight lift of his other arm, the thing he hid under his coat showed half a shadow.

... that gun must be equipped with a silencer.

Bohemia didn't even know how many times the gun had been fired; The investigator's shoulder shook slightly, quickly put away his gun, took a few steps back, turned and disappeared from the guards. Until the investigator disappeared, the other guards did not realize what had happened. It took quite a while before the prisoners' screams and curses suddenly rang out from the playground - it was quite normal for someone to fall accidentally when pushing and shoving because of the riot; It was not until one of them fell to the ground and gradually bled a pool of blood from under him that the other angry prisoners finally found something wrong.

"See clearly?" Descartes asked.

Bohemia shook his head. "No, but it must be old leather shoes."

"Oh? Why?"

"It's very simple. If this person is a little virgin, why bother pretending to be in a spasm? As agents of the Bureau of investigation, they must help suppress riots. If the purpose of the little virgin is to kill a prisoner, it's meaningless for him to pretend that he has a spasm and leave his old shoes for a while... Anyway, he will eventually walk to the edge of the playground and probably collide with his old shoes. To When I look at the old leather shoes, eh, aren't you sick? On the contrary, it will arouse suspicion. "

Descartes nodded up and down: "I can't see. You and I want to go together. He can't kill in front of agent gel..."

So it seems that the little virgin "had a spasm" is true, but she was not sent to the medical room by the old leather shoes.

"Maybe I poisoned him so that he wouldn't get in the way..." Bohemia picked up the little virgin's paper cup, looked at it and muttered.

There was a moment of silence in the office.

"I saw you solve the puzzle." The voice of the copy host rang coldly, startling everyone and the copy: "how about officially telling me the answer?"

Bohemia stared at the paper cup and looked at it over and over for a while, but he didn't speak for a long time; It was not until the copy host urged again that she opened her mouth and said, "serial killer is old skin -"

She stubbornly stopped talking.

"Huh? Who?" The copy host encouraged her to continue saying, "is it an older agent?"

Old leather shoes killed a prisoner. There is no doubt that it was definitely a killer... But... I always feel that there is something wrong.

Descartes gave a sharp "ah" in her brain and shouted, "wait! Don't answer yet!"

"What?"

"I feel too wrong," Descartes said hurriedly, "Have you ever heard of test writing? Different types of killers are driven by different motives, so their behavior patterns are different. The behavior patterns of old leather shoes are not up to those of ordinary serial killers! There was such a study on male serial killers that they believed that their killing was only the result of their desire to vent; that is to say, as long as their various abuse desires were satisfied, the death of the victim was only a by-product. But look at the old Leather shoes, he doesn't enjoy the killing process. His technique is clean and neat, just to kill a specific target... It's more like a professional killer, isn't it? "

"That's right, but it's all inferred from second-hand knowledge. Can you trust it?"

Bohemia just sneered, and suddenly his voice was stunned. After a few seconds, she asked softly: "... Serial killer, serial killer, there must be a 'serial' right. But the old leather shoes only killed one person in us, which really doesn't mean that he is a serial killer..."

"Have you decided?" The copy host seemed afraid that she would continue to think, and hurriedly urged, "your little game has little time left, and it's time to tell you what your goal 2 is. You must make a decision as soon as possible. Let me see, you still have ten seconds - nine seconds -"

Bohemia was urged by him to be two big. For a moment, she felt that everyone was suspicious, and it was not certain that her "Sandy winters" was the serial killer... She recalled the whole little game in her heart. The more she thought about it, the more her thoughts became entangled in one of them, so she simply shouted, "it's a female doctor!"

Anyway, she has blood on her body, that's her!

The breath that Descartes sighed in her mind seemed to be eager to blow her brain out of her ears: "how can it be so obvious -"

The copy host paused and said, "the answer is right."

No kidding, the popular science about male and female serial killers in this chapter is true... Don't ask me why I know so well, my victims are dozens of years old