"How big can she be?", Theresa frowned as she looked at the corpse of a doll that had been destroyed, and Sean said, "Fifteen, or sixteen!";

Sean then turned his head to the male forensic officer and asked, "Was that what her hair was like this when you found her?";

"What is it like?", the male forensic expert had apparently been collecting some of the surrounding things, so he had not looked at the body that was supposed to be examined by a medical examiner.

"Clean, combed. Sean said, looking at the corpse again.

The two forensic officers looked at each other. Then he said, "Yes." ”。

After answering this sentence, the male forensic officer nodded, then stopped, as if waiting for Sean to ask the next question. Sean, however, had no more problems, so he shrugged his shoulders and got back to work.

Sean looked down, and the corpse moved closer, sniffling. The smell of death began to emanate from the corpse, but he could make out the clean, aromatic smell of soap - someone had washed her!

Sean looked up and continued to look at his face. Her mouth was found to be slightly open, revealing snow-white and large teeth. The lower row of teeth is crowded and chipped. There's a canine tooth missing on it. It can be judged that she is not a rich girl. Pierced earlobes without earrings, no tattoos, no scars, birthmarks, or any blemishes.

"Is there anything that can prove your identity?" asked Sean again after checking it.

"It's not that easy!" replied the male forensic expert.

Sean stared at the corpse again. Scanned for a moment, then stopped looking for her personal characteristics. He changed the angle of his view, looking for racial characteristics of the face as a whole. She looked more like an Oriental. But that doesn't mean much. It was a rare face that clearly indicated their ethnicity, in his systematic database, whether it was Arabs, Ashkenazi, Druze. Bukhara, Armenians. Each race has its standard image, but there are many characteristics they have in common. And Sean himself has seen too many blonde Arabs. There were too many swarthy Germans, so Sean was confident in his ability to guess race. However, if you can find something to start with, that's what you're looking forward to the most.

A large, glowing green bean fly landed on the lower lip of the corpse. Began to crawl around and crawl. Sean waved his hand away and blasted it away, his eyes moving down a bit.

The larynx was deeply slit, from one ear to the other, the esophagus and trachea were severed, the ivory-colored bulbous protrusions of the spinal cord were cut, and the neck was completely severed only a few millimeters. The small breast* room is circled with a sharp blade, and the right part of the abdomen below the ribs is also cut, and the incision is cut down to the pelvis and up to the left rib. From the flap where the wound is cut, you can see that the fragments of muscle tissue are still shiny. The pubic area is a large unrecognizable mass of blood.

Seeing this, Sean was a little annoyed. No matter who this guy is, whether it is Mourning or not, he has already succeeded in himself off. Sean reached out and re-covered the body from the neck down with a sheet.

"She wasn't killed here. Sean said.

Theresa, who was standing next to her, nodded in agreement. "There isn't enough blood to prove that she was killed here," he said. In fact, there was hardly any blood here. She looked like she was bleeding out. ”。

"Go on!", Sean said, looking back through the toad mirror.

Theresa crouched down. Pointing to the flap cut in the wound, he said, "There was no blood on the corpse. The visible part of the wound is pale - like a specimen in the real yàn chamber. Her blood was gone. Is there any semen?";

"There was no obvious semen* and we took the scraped debris. Her internal organ report will tell you more about the situation. But I'm afraid you're going to have to find a forensic doctor!", said the female forensic officer.

Remembering what she had just seen, Theresa said about the destruction of the genital organs of the corpse: "Do you think the forensic doctor can take any specimens from the cavity of the vagina?";

"You'll have to ask Dr. Solskjaer. The male forensic officer snapped, closed the evidence box, and said.

"Someone cleaned her up completely!" Sean said. Rather than saying it to the two technicians. Rather, it was to Theresa.

"I thought so too. Theresa said. After saying this, she noticed a camera near the box next to her and asked, "Have you finished taking pictures?";

"All the general photos. The male forensic officer said.

"Let's take some extra pictures. What if you use it? Theresa said.

"We've already shot three rolls of film. Sir!", the male forensic officer said with a smile.

Sean wrote something in his notepad, stood up and dusted off his pants, and looked at the dead girl again. The stagnant beauty of her face, the defilement of her!

"Is there sand on the corpse?" asked Theresa, beside her.

"Nothing!", Shaun shook his head, "not even between his toes." ”；

"Is it in the hair?" asked Theresa again, a little reluctantly.

"No!" Sean said, sweeping the corpse's head again, "Forensic personnel combed it." Before I brushed it, it looked perfect – washed with shampoo and styled. ”

Theresa paused for a moment, then said, "Why is this happening?";

"He's a hair fetish. Sean said, "A perverted man." When you're dealing with a psychopath, anything can happen. Isn't it a boss?".

"yes! anything can happen!". Theresa repeated, and Sean climbed back over the ravine. The deputy police officer had returned to his Volvo and was speaking on the radio, and his driver was standing behind the barricade and chatting with another police officer. The old man in the uniform of the assistant police officer was still sandwiched between the two policemen. Sean climbed up and met his gaze. The old man nodded formally, as if he were bowing. Sean smiled at him and walked over to him, but was stopped by the shouts of the deputy police officer.

"Theresa, Inspector Sean. When the deputy police officer shouted, he had already come out of the car and was waving at Sean and the others. The two of them walked over.

"How?", as they stand face to face. The deputy police officer asked.

"Like you said, like a butcher. Sean said.

"Does it look like that bastard did it?" asked the deputy police officer, with hope in his eyes.

"It doesn't look like it on the surface. Sean said, shaking his head.

"Please be specific. The deputy police officer said, "This time it was a child who died. ”；

"Professor Mourning's victims tend to be older, in their thirties or older," Sean said. Or simply a pedophilia, a half-grown child like the deceased......";

Before he could finish speaking, the deputy police officer waved his hand. Disagreeing with him, he said: "Maybe his tastes have changed and he has developed a ** for young women";

"We don't know the specifics of him!", Sean said, "I just know that this technique is a bit like an old case, Bloody Hand Johnny! But Professor Mourning's imitation of Bloody Hand Johnny always cuts from the victim's inclined plane and measures it on the left side of the larynx." The fact that he cuts open the aorta and never cuts so deep is telling, because we have a record! It has been proven that when he imitated Johnny the Bloody Hand, his knife was always a knife. And the poor girl was almost beheaded, a larger and heavier murder weapon. ”；

"What if he had become more angry and better armed?" said the deputy police officer, "and he would have become more and more ferocious." That's the pattern of sex offenders, isn't it?";

"Sometimes that's it!", Sean said, "but the difference is not just a matter of intensity. Professor Mourning's imitation of Johnny the Bloody Hand. The focus is on the upper body, and he will poke into the chest, but never from the waist down. And the death of this girl, the murderer was the victim who killed on the spot, and after they began to have sexual intercourse, the person was killed somewhere else. And also washed her hair. Comb it and wipe her clean! What does that mean?"

"I don't know!" the lieutenant grabbed another cigarette with some agitation, shoved it into his mouth, lit it, and puffed the smoke furiously.

"Another one!" said Sean, "another crazy bastard, haunting our city! ”；

"What, there's another situation?", the deputy police officer said, taking a long puff of his cigarette and staring at Sean.

Sean admired his appearance, and then, with his incredible memory, he instantly called up some information from the database, and said: "Ribery! This is also a case from many years ago, he has a long face, sunken cheeks, and sharp teeth, and at that time, in every arrest warrant photo, there is a pair of lazy eyes." He's a clumsy thief from the Southwest, and his only ability is to get caught by the police. He was absolutely insignificant until that trip to Texas changed him dramatically. When he returned, he shouted slogans incessantly, as if he had fallen into a daze, and then gathered six good friends to travel again, came to San Francisco, and kidnapped a female soldier in a side alley not far from the sea. They gang-raped her behind a hill, then strangled her and split up her body to make the case look like rape and murder. I remember it was the Coast Patrol that caught up with them in the waters off San Francisco, trying to point a gun at them and forcing another fugitive to get into their car. Fire then fired, and six of the seven gang members cried out for their lives, including Ribery, the one who did not die is now in prison!".

"Dismemberment to free ourselves?", said the deputy police officer with disdain, "This is exactly what we need." He made a thoughtful look and said, "Well, I'll do a proper investigation to see if any new gangs have emerged recently." He began to walk up the main road, which led to the silent south side of the Hebrew University campus. Daniel walked beside him.

"So what other possibilities are there?" asked the deputy police officer.

"Revenge. Love kills. Theresa said directly from the side.

The deputy police officer pondered it carefully and said, "That's too cruel." Don't you think?";

"If passion works, the situation is out of control. Theresa said, "But you're right, I think it's very unlikely." ”；

"We're going to do it first!" said the deputy police officer, "and we should find out who she is, and then start from there." We need to bring the group together, as soon as possible. ”

"I agree with the group, and it is correct to find out, though. Let's go and catch the murderer first!". Sean said, "Hurry up!".

It turned out that Sean had already found a footprint that did not belong here, because the footprint was at least twenty hours ago, so he said that he had seen this footprint. Is it not that simple! The scene must be checked, and this is how Sean is more convincing. And the traces of this scene sometimes make the image of the suspect more concrete.

"You...... Say you're going to catch the murderer?". The deputy police officer was suddenly a little overwhelmed by Sean's words!

"Yes, I'll wait until we catch the murderer!" Sean said, "And we have another case to deal with, and when we catch him, you can interrogate him yourself!

"Okay!". The deputy police officer, looking at Theresa next to her, noticed that the woman seemed to think normal, and wondered, when did the FBI people become chattering?

More than a dozen policemen rushed over after a while, and Sean beckoned and said, "The murderer we are looking for this time." The psychological quality is excellent, and it is dangerous, and the height is about 1.80 to 1.83 meters! We only know so much now! Okay, I want you all to get in the car now, and then follow me and the Inspector's wife's car! Don't sound the siren! Understand?".

"Yes sir!". The policemen replied.

"Let's get in the car!". With a word from Sean. The police, including the deputy police officer, also got into the car.

"How sure are you?". Theresa asked, sitting in the co-pilot's seat.

Sean started the car and drove forward, but he wasn't too fast, and he was forty miles away. His eyes kept looking through the big toad glasses, looking at the ground, and said, "Theoretically, it's 100%!"

Sean didn't drive long before he drove onto a road, its system had just been upgraded, and footprint thermal tracking was not just footprints, such as ruts and other things can now be displayed, so he dared to blow: "100% in theory!". After this footprint was on the highway, it disappeared, obviously getting into the car! But don't be afraid, he can still track the imprint of the car, he immediately used the black detective system, just to show this rut, and the rest of the wheel prints, all shielded! So the two wheel prints, the traces extending on the highway, were clearly and abnormally displayed in Sean's eyes.

Following the trail, after half an hour of driving, Sean drove the car into a fork in the road, which was already close to the San Francisco Bay Area!

The "squeak" car stopped. Sean and Theresa jumped out of the car, and the deputy police officer and a large group of police officers behind the "bang bang" got out of the car and rushed over.

Sean stretched out his hand and said, "See? The car parked at the edge of the forest, the corpse thrower drove here after abandoning the corpse!

Sean said, didn't explain, took Theresa around, and walked over, this is a very ordinary car, there is no one, but Sean looked at the footprints that got off the car, along the small road, down the bay. Immediately followed again.

When I got to the bottom, I turned to the left, and Sean's eyesight was good, and he saw a hole that was not close. The footprints have also been stretched into the past. As he led the group to the entrance of the cave, Sean waved his hand and asked them to stop and wait.

Sean took a few steps back, wanting to see the hill in its entirety. The entire hill is in an indescribable eruption shape, surrounded by low trees. Centuries of impact from ancient floods have eroded the northern face of the mountain, carving a spiral like a snail's shell. The opening of the shell resembles a taut bow. Sean's first impression was that the hole was too narrow for one person to enter. But when he looked at it again, he realized that it was only a subjective idea, and that the entrance of the cave extended deeply inward, and the flat lower part was more than enough for people to pass through.

Sean instructed the officers to be careful to stay behind him and Theresa, trying not to make a sound, and then turned and squeezed in easily.

The cave was cold, the air was still and heavy, with an indescribably strange aura.

He thought that the cave was pitch black, but when he walked in, he found that there was light inside, and he looked up and found the light source, and the apex of the spiral was an open opening.

Sunlight shines through the gap at an oblique angle, allowing you to see dust flying in the light.

Like a torch, the light was concentrated and shone in the middle of a loaf-shaped rock that was two meters long and more than a meter wide. From there, the light diminished in all directions until it was completely darkened.

The surface of the rock is eroded and looks like a stone guitar. A trace of a woman's curves, outlined like a woman's body, hollow in the middle, the edges are drawn by some red-green lines, some of which extend to the edge of the rock, or even flow downward. The tail spreads out like a fan and hangs loosely downward.

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