Copy cat, commonly known as homicide copycats, is usually divided into two types, one is just pretending to be a suspect in a certain case, trying to make big news in one fell swoop, and the other is a real murderer who follows in the footsteps of his predecessors and escapes into the darkness.

And more often than not, these copy cats are more frantic and unscrupulous than the actual prisoners. They carefully studied the cases of their predecessors, found the defects in the modus operandi and made up for them, and carried out more perfect crimes.

When Jack Crawford, head of the F.B.I.'s behavioral science analysis department, opened his office door in the morning, a small, beautifully wrapped gift box was sitting squarely on his desk.

If it weren't for the fact that the soaked corner of the box was staining his table red, perhaps he thought it was a surprise from some of his friends. Of course, even now, it may be a surprise from his "old friend".

Jimmy from the forensic department soon arrived, carefully untied the black ribbon and opened the carton under the strong watchful eyes of everyone, and a dark red heart that no longer beat appeared in front of them.

Such a serious provocation is rare, especially since this is still the office of the head of the FBI's behavioral science department, which is simply a slap in the face of the FBI on the ground.

However, thanks to the confrontation between the United States of Rice and the entire traditional continent, technology has flourished, and now technology has allowed such cases to quickly find clues, such as the owner of this heart.

A prostitute under the pseudonym Mary soon came into their sights, having been imprisoned for a period of time as a college student for having engaged in illegal acts.

At the same time, she also left her own information on the security system, whether it was fingerprints or DNA. The rest was left to the computer, and it was quickly matched that she was the owner of the heart.

"Mary-Carey?" Sivin thought it was a little funny, but it caused a small misunderstanding among the people around him.

"I don't think Dr. Siwen would have met a woman in this profession. Mo Li-Dawes, who happened to discuss the Tooth Immortal case again, interrupted everyone's thoughts from the sidelines.

Xiwen smiled and shook his head: "This name is very famous, but unfortunately, as the security department of the Lighthouse Country, it is still a person who specializes in dealing with major and vicious cases, and you have no reaction to this." ”

As they looked at each other, Sywin named "London 1888, Jack the Ripper, his last work, was a prostitute named Mary Carey." ”

It is worthy of being a person who belongs to the same camp as Hannibal, who is obviously a victim but has become a "work". Will on the side looked like he hadn't woken up, and he really stared cautiously into the eyes of everyone in front of him.

He already has a family of his own, with Molly (the name Molly must have been a very bad street name at the end of the last century, and all kinds of works have this name), and with Walter, he is no longer a single person who feeds the whole family without starving. He must not dare to use his family's lives to gamble on the discipline and bottom line of this group of human skin beasts.

Cameras were already in the heart of Baltimore's modernization, and they soon found the body of poor Mary Carey.

Like an animal, its abdomen was opened, and almost all of its internal organs were pulled out and thrown aside. The left arm was cut off and slightly bent and placed inside.

The girl's face, which had fascinated countless people who had entered nightclubs and red light districts, had been smashed into a mud by an unknown blunt object, but the huge wound that had been cut from the corner of her mouth to her ear could also be seen.

The pink-white throat bone was exposed, the muscles were broken, and even a sharp cut was clearly visible on the throat bone. The murderer's hand must have been very strong.

The wall on the right was splattered with blood like a goddess scattering flowers, and it seemed to be dotted with stars.

The dismembered right hand and a fat-rich part that had been circumcised were placed under the girl's head. The chest cavity is also opened, and the pericardium is empty.

In the eyes of the murderer, perhaps Mary Kelly lying on the cutting board of the slaughterhouse did not seem to be any different from the dead pigs and dead cows lying next to her.

"What does it feel like?" asked the person standing next to him, and the FBI agents had already noticed the man who looked like an actor from a TV show.

"A very crude imitation of the Ripper case. A buzzing voice came from the mouth of the man standing beside Sivin. But because he wears a bird's beak mask that belonged to the plague doctor from an unknown number of centuries ago.

It was clear that the beak mask, filled with spices and filters, interfered with his normal pronunciation.

The man pointed to the tattered corpse with his cane, "There is no medical training, and there are too many imperfections even if he got the scalpel or where he got the information about the body in the Ripper case." ”

"Every forensic doctor, or person who likes to dissect and dismember, has his own style of painting, and this person is just a crude imitation of some wrong content, and he doesn't even have a rudimentary form of his own painting style. Bad reviews. ”

The man's tone seemed to be like the sigh of the old-timers to the unmotivated juniors: "Cub, Abba is very disappointed in you." "But it's a little creepy to say something like that at the scene of the crime.

"And most crucially, here. He pointed to a dismembered arm that had been thrown on the board, "Mary Kelly's arm is a semicircular wound, a star-shaped wound that was nothing more than misled by a reporter as a false rumor."

However, in general, most of the points of attention have been imitated, so to speak, the information that this person refers to must be more detailed, and I think you can consider it from here. ”

While the forensic doctor and the FBI agents were discussing, the man in black walked to an inconspicuous place step by step, holding a cane, staring at it with a mocking expression.

"Have you double-checked the information here?"

At this time, Will, who was meditating on the side, opened his eyes, "Clue, as a person who humiliates the police and the FBI, they will definitely continue to commit crimes." No matter how big the risk. Especially this time the killing is like the sweetness of the first time for him, and he can't let go of it at all. ”

The man in black seems to be a little surprised here, and there is a real person with a sharp mind in this group of people who eat rice. Or maybe it's someone who has a criminal mindset in their hearts.

He walked over to the man in black, crouched down, slowly picked open the inconspicuous little water leak, and then reached inside.

A huge flower made of black velvet bloomed on his hand.