A week later.

……

Lin Xiuyi continued to work as usual in the office of the North District Police Station when suddenly there was a knock at the door.

"Knock! knock!"

"Please come in!"

Lin Xiuyi stopped what he was doing and responded.

The office door is opened, and Sean walks into the office with a young black cop!

"Hello, sir!" the young black policeman saluted Lin Xiuyi, and then reached out to shake Lin Xiuyi's hand.

Sean hurriedly introduced the two of them: "Lin, this is Abraham in charge of missing persons investigation at the North Precinct Police Department! Abraham, this is my partner, Lin! He is an RB policeman!"

After exchanging names, we finally got to the point.

"Sir, the runaway girl you asked us to investigate now has a clue, and we have found that there is a credit card belonging to her that used to spend at a gas station near Route 90......"

Abraham was very polite and seemed polite, and Lin Xiuyi was the first time he had come into contact with a black man like him.

After listening to Abraham's introduction, Sean said to Lin Xiuyi: "Lin, I think you have been bored here for so many days, why don't you go out with me, I think why don't we go around in person and see what we can find there?"

Lin Xiu nodded and agreed to Sean's suggestion. After seeing Abraham off, they took the elevator to the underground garage.

"Drive my car!" Lin Xiuyi took the initiative as soon as he stepped out of the elevator.

"Your car?" Sean asked curiously.

"I rented it from a car dealership, and the 95-year-old GTR R33 is just running at high speed!" Lin Xiuyi said with anticipation.

"It's a good car, but if it's me, I'll rent a Mustang!"

……

Lin Xiuyi and Sean sat in the car, and after Lin Xiuyi set up the navigation, he began to start the car. In the previous life, Lin Xiuyi liked GTR very much, but unfortunately he never had the opportunity to try it, and this time he finally got what he wanted.

Although it is an old car from 1995, because there is no car scrap life in North America, this car from more than 20 years ago can still be on the road. The car is in good condition, the throttle is very sensitive, the acceleration is very strong, and even when cornering at high speeds, the heavy body is still very stable. Lin Xiuyi made a small wish in his heart, if the economic conditions allowed, he would buy a GTR as his means of transportation. Although the GTR is the representative work of RB Motors, Nissan has handed over the controlling stake to Renault of France as early as 1999, so Nissan is actually a subsidiary of Renault of France. Strictly speaking, GTR, a classic brand of RB sports cars, is no longer part of RB.

Lin Xiuyi drove the 1995 GTR R33 on Seattle's Highway 90 to the eastern states, and Sean, as an FBI, explained to Lin Xiuyi some cases on Highway 90 from time to time along the way. Strange to say, American perverts seem to be very fond of committing crimes on Route 90. Ten years ago, there was a madman who was wandering along Route 90 with a sniper rifle, not for money or robbery, but for the pleasure of killing random strangers, and it was this case that left the police helpless, because the road killer used a black gun that was not documented, and the victims had no significant commonalities. And this kind of random homicide incident of shooting and changing places is the most headache for the police.

At that time, hundreds of FBI officers, as well as state and county police officers along Route 90, were looking for this guy, but we didn't find anything except the occasional new victim. Sean said with infinite emotion.

"How did you catch this guy in the end?" Lin Xiuyi asked curiously.

"We couldn't catch him, and that guy disappeared after killing 37 people!" Sean replied regretfully.

After saying this, the car suddenly fell silent, Lin Xiuyi was also a policeman, and he could hear that Sean said this sentence with a sense of loss in his heart. However, this kind of random killing time without a clear purpose is indeed the most difficult case to solve. This kind of murderer is far more clever than those who like to set up scenes and pretend to be smart. Criminals who really know how to deal with the police always leave as few clues as possible, and the kind of criminals who like to dress up in various symbolic meanings are mostly 100% stupid, but there are also some clever murderers who like to show their personality and challenge the police in this way.

It was an hour's drive from the North Precinct Police Station to the gas station that Abraham had mentioned. After Lin Xiuyi and Sean arrived here, they immediately inquired about the shopkeeper here.

"Have you seen this girl?" asked the shopkeeper with Natalie's picture.

The shopkeeper hesitated for a moment, and Sean immediately took out his FBI handbook to show it to the shopkeeper, and the shopkeeper saw that it was the FBI who came to the door, and his attitude immediately improved.

"This girl, I don't seem to be impressed!" the shopkeeper shook his head after recalling for a long time, and then he looked at Lin Xiuyi and Sean again, as if to gauge the FBI's attitude towards him.

"Do you have surveillance here?" Lin Xiu couldn't tell anything at a glance, so he simply went straight to the point.

"Yes!" the shopkeeper nodded affirmatively.

"How long have you kept it, did you have it last week?" Lin Xiuyi continued to ask.

"I'm not mistaken, the transformation should be kept for a month, and last week's should still be there!" The shopkeeper opened the small door on the counter, allowing Lin Xiuyi and Sean to walk through the counter and enter the monitoring room of the gas station.

At Lin Xiuyi's request, the store quickly retrieved the picture of Natalie's credit card consumption a week ago. Lin Xiuyi and Sean widened their glasses and watched this video little by little.

In the picture, a figure wearing a hat jacket walks up to the counter and says something to the sales clerk. Because the figure was wearing a hat and couldn't see his face, Lin Xiuyi couldn't be sure if the person on the screen was Natalie, and could only judge from his height that it was probably a woman about the same height as Natalie.

Just as the clerk in the picture turned to pick up the goods, the figure who appeared to be Natalie took something from the counter and quietly put it in his pocket.

"What's in that position?" Lin Xiuyi asked curiously.

"Huh!"

The shopkeeper smiled obscenely at first, but when he saw Lin Xiuyi's serious face, he restrained himself and replied seriously.

"Uh-huh! It's a condom, officer!"