At half past five in the morning, at the headquarters of the Los Angeles Police Department, Isaac woke up from his desk. A pile of files was attached to his face, and he tore the paper off in a daze, then sat back in his seat and froze for a few seconds.

He couldn't quite remember when he had fallen asleep, and after glancing at the time, he realized that he had gotten the luxury of more than three hours of sleep on such a chaotic night—but to no avail, his brain was still in chaos, half of his soul floating in the Vulcan spaceship. His neck was aching from the prolonged lying position, and he could hear the rattle of bones under the flesh as he moved the slightest movement.

"Oh God......"

Isaac rubbed his temples in pain, the touch of his fingertips making him feel like he was rubbing a ball of dry plastic paper.

The central air conditioner whined above his head, and the sky was not yet bright, but the office was still brightly lit.

The smell of instant coffee filled the air, reminding Isaac of how thirsty his throat was now, and he struggled to get himself a glass of that black liquid from his seat, only to find that it didn't smell as good.

He had theoretically not eaten for nearly twelve hours, but he didn't feel hungry at all, and his stomach sent bouts of nausea into his esophagus in protest.

He groaned, drawing protests from his colleague at the next table, Officer Thomas.

"Officer Isach, please, stop making that sound of living corpses, there are enough live zombies in this house. ”

He angrily pounded on a report. Isaac remembered that his colleague had been typing on the keyboard before he fell asleep. The blue light of the computer screen shone on his face, giving Thomas's face a blue-white color that only a corpse would have been in the morgue for more than ten days.

The murder in Redbeard's villa turned into a bombshell, just as Isaac had predicted.

The entire police department was busy like livestock because of this case...... Isaac and Thomas are just one of them.

Bang Bang Bang –

The keyboard crackled like it was tapping on Isaac's temple.

"I thought most of the stuff had been snatched up by the FBI guys......"

Isaac asked, like all who cared about his colleagues, only he knew, of course, that he cared only because he wanted to make sure that people hadn't found out that his dear brother Calvin had been caught up in the affair—and God knows how much effort he had to put into dealing with the traces that Calvin had left in that house.

It was no better to be alone with those horrible corpses than to be in hell, and for many moments that night, Isaac would feel chills run behind him. He was suspicious that the psychopathic killer was still in the house, and he was terrified but relieved at the same time (as long as the guy didn't follow Calvin).

"Fuck you, you son of a bitch can come out if you have the ability!" he roared into the darkness in the house, but his voice was muffled low, and his back was covered with cold sweat. The corpses, which had also been brutally and mercilessly played with after death, stared at Isaac with gray-white pupils, as if they were saying "Hey, look at this fool" with their eyes.

However, in the end, no one came out of the thick darkness.

Isaac felt like he was having a real-world nightmare.

A few hours later, the body in the house was found, and the officers were busy, including Isaac. However, after arriving at the scene, something happened that made him feel chills all over his body - in the house that he cleaned up quite "clean", the mark of serial killer Red Deer appeared.

[And then...... Everything is out of control, the world is a little out of order, but no one seems to notice this. 】

Izak thought as he sat down at his desk with his piping hot coffee.

Is it really the Red Deer? Isaac didn't know why the serial killer was helping him, and the whole scene was meticulously rearranged, and the first-time officers would vomit and be shocked by the bloody scene, and they probably couldn't really notice that something was wrong. But Isaac knew the difference, and if what he did that night was an ordinary cleanup, then Red Deer's rearrangement of the crime scene was a perfect art display of killing. Not to mention Calvin, even the traces of Isaac himself were perfectly cleaned from that "art exhibition".

No, it's more likely that Red Deer simply wanted to do that......

Isaac gripped the handle of the mug with his fingers, and he always had a feeling of apprehension, accompanied by a strong, uneasy premonition.

"Dididi-"

It was at this time that Isaac heard the voice of the internal contact number, and he finally came back to his senses from his contemplation, and then he picked up the microphone. He thought it would be further news about the murder at Redbeard's Villa, but he didn't think it was another piece of bad news.

"Did you visit the Advent sisters' shelter three nights ago?"

On the other end of the microphone, his superior asked unusually stiffly. Isaac was stunned, his heart beating suddenly—

"Yes, that's right. ”

He admitted.

"The senior priest of the Adventists was murdered in the house of the sisters in the shelter. Judging from the preliminary situation at the scene, it should still be the red deer raised by the son of a bitch. The FBI guys think you'd better get there with us — they have something to ask you. ”

"I see. ”

Isaac hung the microphone on heavily, and Thomas looked up at him. Isaac reflexively squeezed out an ugly smile.

"Dude, what's wrong?"

"It's still Red Deer. ”

Worried that he would show something suspicious in front of his colleagues, Isaac replied succinctly. Thomas made an unbearable expression.

"Oh God, new case?!"

Despite the good disguise, Isaac could see a hint of hidden fear in Thomas's eyes. It's no wonder that Thomas was too timid, and anyone who has seen the Redbeard Villa tragedy will have the same idea - that shouldn't be something that humans can do.

There's some cruelty, you can put it down to human retention, but there's some...... There are some things that even the police can feel, and it's something much darker.

Red Deer's "artistic creation" is undoubtedly the latter.

Isaac hastily put on his coat and pulled what he needed from the messy desk, and he hurried out of the office.

When he arrived at the police station, there was already a car waiting for him, in addition to his leader, Ivo Cheek (a huge black man with a bald head reminiscent of a brown bean), and a skinny blonde woman. As Isaac got into the car, he was keenly aware of the woman's inquiring gaze falling on him.

That gaze was as sharp as a dagger.

"Anna Beta. FBI. ”

She held out her hand towards Isaac.

"Call me Azak. Aisaac shook her hand indifferently, "What's the situation?"

"You were here three days ago?"

Anna did not answer Izak and began to ask him questions.

"Yes, it was late at night, and when I came home from duty, I saw a little girl wandering the streets of this neighborhood, claiming that her mother was being beaten and mentally persecuted here. However, her mother herself and others in the Advent faction later said that it was because of the misunderstanding caused by the girl's mental allergies...... I remember that I wrote everything down in the report?"

"I just think it would be clearer to know from me. ”

Anna delicately avoided looking at Isakh.

"The problem we are facing right now is very troublesome, and in some places it is inevitable that we will want to repeat it. The victim, Imogen Payne, was a high-ranking Adventist, and he was tortured before he died, so the pressure on us was very high. Anna's voice sounded dry, and Isaac soon noticed two deep, haggard wrinkles under her eyes.

"What the hell is going on?"

“…… He was drained of all the blood from his body. ”

"Drained ......"

Isaac repeated with some confusion.

Anna Betta's expression made Isaac feel a little creepy—not because of the people sitting in the car, but because of her unspoken words and the restrained fear in her eyes, which reminded him of that night, at Redbeard's villa.

That bloody and dark aura is the same.

"It's hard to describe, he's literally drained of all the blood, all of it. "When you see you, you know, it's total, Red Deer's killing—only he can do this kind of bizarre and ingenious murder." ”

Soon after, the car stopped at the door of the shelter.

During the day, you can clearly see the lush roses and lawn behind the iron gate of the sanctuary house, and the whole house looks much brighter and more advanced than at night, but of course, the vague sense of alienation does not change.

A yellow cordon has been erected around the shelter, and outside the cordon there have been media reporters and people taking pictures with their mobile phones.

The moment they saw them, Isaac and Anna uttered a swear word at the same time.

Ivo shrugged: "No way, Red Deer is a big hit right now." ”

He muttered sarcastically, leading Izak and Anna into the House of Sanctuary. 166 Reading Network