Sean slid the page with the mouse, and the text continued to look down to Voltaire's own statement: "My first murder was a complete accident, when my car broke down and couldn't start, but I had to find an apartment to get in, because my mother wouldn't let me go to her house for Christmas." In the past, I would go to her every Christmas and have a big meal and talk to my grandmother and sister, but this time my mother wouldn't let me go, and I was so angry that I shot her car and killed other people to calm my anger. ”；

"The second time I killed someone because I was jealous of seeing someone else make a lot of money, and when I went to her house to commit a burglary, I was found by the hostess, so I had to kill her and drink a little of her blood. Later, I was supposed to go to steal, but when I went in, I found that their whole family was there, so I had to kill them all. I knew the lady I met in the parking lot, she was my good friend Silva's girlfriend. Silva died in a motorcycle accident, but I think he was plotted by the underworld because he was a mafia and sold drugs. I thought his girlfriend should know something about this, so I accosted her in the parking lot, but she said she was married and didn't want to talk to me about her ex-boyfriend anymore. It's all because my mother poisoned me that the underworld was able to make money, and I know who these people are, and if I can find evidence, I will definitely arrest them all. ”

Further down, court trials began in early 1979. On May 6, Badendo, a reporter for the Sacramento Bee, wrote while covering the trial: "The defendant appears pale and mentally retarded. His brown hair was messy, his eyes were glazed, and he had just celebrated his twenty-ninth birthday. It was boring to sit in the courtroom, occasionally fiddling with a piece of paper in front of him, and sometimes staring blankly at the lights in the courtroom. ”。

In accordance with the latest California laws. The prosecution wanted the court to sentence the defendant to death, while the defence pleaded that Voltaire was mentally ill. The prosecution argued that Voltaire had sufficient capacity to act and must pay for his crimes. In the end, Chase was indicted for first-degree murder, and the jury quickly concluded and unanimously found him guilty. The judge ordered him to be taken to St. Quentin prison until the execution of the electric chair.

Seeing this, Sean noticed that Professor Mourning did not seem to agree with the jury's verdict. They also disagree with the way the case was heard. Professor Mourning once stated his own view that there was also a case in which an employee of San Francisco City Hall murdered the former mayor and a congressman of San Francisco, but the outcome of the trial was completely different: he escaped the death penalty on the grounds of mental illness and was only sent to a psychiatric hospital for treatment. Therefore, Mourning believed that Voltaire, who was obviously mentally ill, should spend the rest of his life in a mental hospital. He shouldn't have been put in the electric chair.

While Voltaire was awaiting execution at St. Quentin's prison, Morning visited him with Connor, the FBI's California prison liaison officer, who described it in his notes: "Connor, well-dressed, well-looking, very good at talking, and with a knack for making mutes speak, and visiting Voltaire was one of the most peculiar experiences of my life." From the time I entered the prison to the time we started talking to Voltaire face to face, I was shaking incessantly. The prison was heavily guarded, but I still felt a terrifying atmosphere permeating my surroundings, I had dealt with countless criminals before, but this was the most terrifying, I even had a sense of foreboding, and Connor next to me felt similarly!".

"We walked into the elevator and came to the elevator room, and there seemed to be a strange sound chirping around us. While waiting for Voltaire in the reception room, I also felt a wave of fear. Soon I heard Voltaire's footsteps, and I looked at him closely, he was handcuffed and shackled, like the ghost of Marley in Dickens's novel A Christmas Carol, and he could only shuffle forward, sluggish. ”

"His expression also surprised us, his hair was very long, and I will never forget those eyes, they were like the big shark in the movie "Jaws", the pupils were almost invisible, only a black dot. We talked face-to-face for a long time, but I still felt that these eyes belonged to the devil. He stared at me motionless, as if he could read my thoughts, but he didn't make any aggressive movements, and sat quietly the whole time, playing with a plastic water glass in his hand.

He was about to be executed, so I didn't have to say anything comforting, but I knew that the first time I talked to a murderer like this, I had to win his trust so that he would open up to me, so I was relaxed and understood him. He admits that he killed someone, but says that it is a last resort because he wants to keep himself alive, and he is convinced that someone has poisoned his soapbox and left him dying, and he can only survive by killing people and drinking blood. ”

"I told him I had never heard of anyone poisoning a soapbox. He started educating me that everybody has a soap dish, and if you pick up the soap and find that the bottom of the soap is dry, it's fine, and if there's sticking on the bottom, it means that someone has poisoned you. When I asked him what kind of poison he had suffered, he said the aforementioned thing about the blood turning into powder. Seeing this, some people may think that his statement is simply ridiculous, but I have to talk to him, and I can't react like this, or even show a hint of surprise, only then will he speak freely to me. ”。

He was indeed full of nonsense, even saying that he was Jewish, and although I knew that he was lying, I did not dismiss it, nor did I look surprised or disbelieving, and I calmly let him continue. Then he said that he had a 'Star of David' on his forehead and was therefore destined to be persecuted and poisoned by Nazi for the rest of his life, and he asked me to see his forehead. I could have said to him, 'Stop. You can also say to him, 'Oh, it's beautiful, if only I had one.' But saying that doesn't help me get the information I want. Of course, he doesn't have a 'Star of David' on his forehead. ”。

"I think maybe he's playing tricks on me, or testing whether I can follow his words. Another possibility is that he was joking with me, or maybe he really had a mark on his arm or chest, but he said it was on his forehead. The purpose was just to know if I really knew him. In this case, I had to lie and say that I didn't wear glasses. The place was so dark that I couldn't see his forehead, but I didn't deny the claim that he had the 'Star of David' on his forehead. He also told me that the Nazis had been linked to UFOs, that they were constantly flying over the earth and telepathically dictating to him to kill people and drink blood. Finally he said to me, 'You know, Mr. Mourning. You should know very well that I actually kill people in self-defense. ”

"Thorn!" Sean chuckled from his nostrils, then took two puffs of his cigar and took another sip of coffee, he thought the case, or the story, was very interesting, at least Voltaire was a "humorous" boy. He kept looking.

Many interviewers have previously asked Voltaire how he chooses his victims. But they were all cleverly avoided by him, and Mo Ning succeeded in gaining his trust and getting this information out of his mouth, which was perhaps the most important result of Mo Ning's interview with Voltaire. He very cheerfully sued Sù Mourning, before killing people. He hears a mysterious voice that tells him that he must kill immediately, and after receiving the "order", he goes out into the streets to find the target. If the door was locked, he would go away, and if it was easy to enter, he would go inside and kill them. When Mourning was curious and asked him why he didn't break down the door, he replied, "Oh! If it's locked, it means I'm not welcome." Sean thought that in Voltaire's mind, there was only a lock between life and death!

Finally Mourning asked him why he kept holding the plastic cup, which he said was evidence that the prison had poisoned him, and after saying that, he turned sideways and showed me the yellow crumbs inside the cup, which I later recognized as just some macaroni and cheese residues. He wanted me to take them to the FBI's room for testing, a gift that Mourning couldn't refuse.

This interview with Mo Ning can be said to be very rewarding, and it is also very helpful for the research work of the behavioral science investigation team, which has given them a deeper understanding of those illogical murderers, who are very different from those who are premeditated and prepared. Voltaire is not only the archetype of an illogical murderer, he is more meaningful than anyone else in Mourning's law enforcement career. This is also the original words of Mourning after the interview.

During his time in St. Quentin's prison, Voltaire was often taunted and verbally abused by other prisoners, who threatened to kill Voltaire immediately if he came near them, and often made him commit suicide early. The prison doctor who examined him at the time was so anxious that he would be executed sooner so that the prison could be quieter, but the doctor eventually said that it would be better to transfer him to the prison in Vikaveri, California, where the California Medical Center had installed equipment for treating mentally ill patients.

Mourning agreed with this and joined him in urging the FBI to do the same. Later, Voltaire wrote several more letters to Morning and Connor, telling them that the two of them must take him to Washington for help, because he thought that the FBI needed to know the connection between flying saucers and air crashes and anti-aircraft weapons, which he believed were the weapons used by the Irang (non-typo!, you know) people against the United States. In the letter, he also wrote: "The FBI can detect the activity of flying saucers with radar, and if you follow the trajectory of the stars in the sky by doing it my way, you can know a lot of the secrets of the nuclear reaction." ”。

This letter was the last he ever wrote to Moning, who never heard from him again. Shortly after Christmas 1980, he was found dead in Vikaveri prison after he had secretly left a lot of sedative pills and swallowed them all at once. Some people think he committed suicide, others think it was an accident, but one thing is for sure, he could hear the sound of killing people all the time, and his tragic and painful life died with his death.

After seeing this, Sean was a little strange, because he was about to finish reading this case, but what did it mean? But Sean had always been calm and continued to read the last point. But there is also an interview with Professor Mourning.

Mo Ning wrote: "Among the murderers I interviewed, there was a man named Ziati, he was very burly, 1.88 meters tall, and weighed nearly 240 pounds, although he looked stunned. But he has a very high IQ. When he was a teenager, he killed his grandparents, so he was imprisoned in a juvenile reformatory for four years, and when he came out, he killed seven others. Including his biological mother. ”

"I've spoken to him twice before at Vikaveri Prison in California, the first time with Connor, and the second time with my colleague Michael Bay, who was in Quantic. Tong guò two talks. We tried to dig into his past, including why he killed people and what thoughts would have arisen when he committed the crime. His thinking is very complex, and his killing methods are extremely cruel, often beheading and dismembering the bodies of his victims. Maybe it was because he had never met anyone who was as interested in him as we were, so our conversation went very smoothly, and the third time, I didn't think there was any danger. I went alone. ”；

"The room where I met him this time was very small, and it was located next to the room where the executioner was executed, and this room was the place where the condemned prisoner gave his will. When I spoke to him, it wasn't yet time for him to be executed, so he didn't have to go next door right away. The interview lasted more than four hours, and I sat face to face with him in the room, no one else present, and I made a prior agreement with the prison guards. When I'm done, I'll ring the alarm bell to call him. ”；

But when I rang the alarm bell at the end of my scheduled time to finish the interview, the guard didn't show up, and I continued to talk to him. Most serial killers are very withdrawn, but they also don't want to be idle, and they want someone to talk to. And my interviews can be said to be very good, usually they don't have the opportunity to pour out their hearts to others, so as long as I do it right, they usually have a good conversation with me. ”。

"Luckily, I was prepared in advance, so I was able to talk to them with experience even after the scheduled time. After talking for a while, I rang the alarm bell again, but the prison guard still did not come, and so on and so forth, and by the time I rang the alarm bell for the third time, it had been fifteen minutes past the scheduled time, but the door still did not open. ”

"I tried my best to keep my composure, but the anxiety in my eyes was inevitably reflected in my eyes, and Ziati was a very sensitive person, as most killers do, so I became even more nervous. ”

"'Relax!' It's time for them to change shifts, and they'll probably hand over their guns in the safe zone. He got up from his chair with a smile and stood in front of me like a wall and said, 'In about fifteen or twenty minutes they will take you away.' ’”；

I was trying to keep my cool and broke out in a cold sweat when he said this, and Ziati seemed to be able to sense my nervousness and uneasiness. ”；

"If I want to escape now, you're in big trouble, right? I can screw your head off and put it on the table to welcome the guards who will come later!";

I froze, thinking to myself what I would do if he did pounce on me with his arms like pincers, and he was strong enough to nail me to the wall and break my neck, and I was no match for him. His words were very reasonable, and if he wanted to, he could have killed me on the spot, so I sued him that if he dared to do so, he would be guilty of a greater crime. ”

"What else? won't let me watch TV?" he said with a laugh.

"I knew that he had been reluctant to stay in a solitary cell, and that he and I knew that convicts in solitary confinement would end up miserable and often insane, and at that point he shrugged his shoulders and told me that he was already a "veteran" in prison, and that solitary confinement was painful but he could bear it, and that he believed that the pain would soon be over and that he would soon be able to stay in a multi-cell like a normal prisoner. ”

"My blood was racing, my heart was racing, and I had to think hard about what to say to lighten the mood, but my mind went blank. Was he joking? He was one of the most dangerous and brutal murderers in the world, and he almost never missed! How could I be so stupid to come to him alone! Suddenly, I realized that I had 'Stockholm syndrome,' and I began to trust the hijacker, and I began to believe what he said. What a terrible thing it is that I taught this myself when I was in the Bureau of Investigation, and now that I have allowed myself to run into it! If I had been with Ziati longer, I would probably have formed a coalition with him and helped him achieve his goals!"

After a while, I finally calmed down my feelings a little, and said to him, "Ziati, you don't really think that I was defenseless when I came to see you, did you?"

"Don't scare me, Mr. Ressler, no outsiders are allowed to enter the prison with weapons!"

"It is a fact that visitors are not allowed to bring any weapons to the prison, in order to reduce the chances of prisoners escaping with weapons and holding guards hostage. But I told him that I was a federal agent, that I wasn't any ordinary police officer, and that I had the privilege of carrying weapons. 'And what weapon do you have, man!';' I won't sue you!';' Is your pen poisonous?' replied Ziati. ”

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