Katyusha noticed his gesture and heard his Adam's apple tug slightly upward. She had come to understand all of his ways of being a liar. "Ken? We don't have time to dwell on this issue. ”

Hugh opened the handcuffs.

"No, no, I'm ......," he pulled his head down, completely throwing in the towel, "I've had a couple of failed businesses. The money I took out was repaid and I had no money to pay back. And I ......," he sighed.

"That is, you lie to be a hero? Want to be famous, don't you?" Hugh looked at the reporters who were blocked 50 yards away from the cordon, and a look of disgust appeared on his face.

Pfister was about to defend himself when his hand then drooped, "Yes, I'm sorry. ”

Hugh jotted down something in his notebook, "I'm going to report to the prosecutor about this." ”

"Oh, please don't...... I'm sorry. ”

"You didn't see him at all, but you know someone just laid the cross there, and you know who did it."

"Yes, I know. I mean, yes, I know. ”

"Why are you waiting hours to tell us?" She asked quickly.

"I ...... I'm afraid it's possible that he's still around and hasn't left. ”

Hugh asked in a deep and ominous voice, "Didn't you think that the messy memorial ceremonies you talked about would mislead us in the direction of our case?"

"I thought you knew that. It's all in the blog, and it must be true, isn't it?" Katyusha patiently said, "Okay, Ken, let's do it all over again."

"Of course, you can do anything."

"You really attended that meeting?"

"Yes, ma'am."

He didn't get out of the final stage of the emotional response to the interrogation just now, and she almost laughed because of the blind confession and confession. He's a model of coordination now.

"What was it like?"

"Okay. I drove and stopped on the shoulder of the road here. He pointed emphatically to the bottom of his feet, "I didn't have a cross when I turned the corner." I made a few phone calls and turned around and drove back to the intersection. I was waiting for other cars to pass by and looked ahead of the road. That's when it was discovered. He pointed again, this time to the cross, "I didn't see anyone at all, and everything I learned about the hoodie was from the Internet." All I can say is that I didn't see anyone on the shoulder of the road, he must have come out of the woods. Oh, by the way, I know what's going on, it's the cross, it scared me half to death, but the killer was there, right in front of me!" He let out a dry laugh, "I'll lock the car door quickly...... I haven't done anything heroic in my life, unlike my father, who was a firefighter and volunteered. ”

This is often the case with Katyusha. One of the most important aspects of questioning and interviewing witnesses is to be a good listener and not to judge but to be attentive. As she hones this skill every day, witnesses, as well as suspects, use her as a psychotherapist. Poor Pfister is confessing.

However, he should have someone else do a psychological check-up. It was not her job to probe the depths of his sin.

Hugh looked into the woods. According to what Pfister had told them as it was, the agents searched the shoulders of the road. "We'd better search the woods as well." He looked at Pfister with a hunch in his eyes, "This might at least help." He called a couple of officers to follow him. They walked across the road and searched through the woods.

"You're waiting for the other vehicles to pass?" She asked Pfister, "Will the driver see anything?"

"I don't know, maybe it's possible, if Travis is still there. They see better than I do. ”

"Have you read the license plate, what brand of car is it?"

"Didn't see clearly, the light was too dim, it was a pickup van or truck. But I remember it was an official car. ”

"Official car?"

"That's right, there's the word 'state' on the back."

"What institution?"

"I don't see it, really."

This might help. They have to contact all the agencies in the area that have these types of cars. "Good."

He seemed a little overjoyed to hear such a vague compliment.

"Okay, you can go now, Ken. Keep in mind, though, that one charge against you isn't over yet. ”

"Yes, of course, for sure. You see, I'm sorry, I don't mean it. He then hurried away.

As she crossed the road towards the Hugh police officer, who was searching the woods, she saw the poor businessman get into a dirty car.

It's in a series of event blogs. These events must be true, aren't they?

She wanted to die.

Mira was silently pleading for her prayers to come true. The smoke choked on her. She began to lose sight of what was in front of her. She felt a tingling in her lungs and a fire in her eyes and nose.

Pain......

But even more terrifying than that was the thought of what had happened to her: the terrible changes that had taken place in her skin and face as a result of the effects of chemicals.

Her consciousness was vague. She doesn't remember how Travis dragged her down the stairs. It was here that she woke up, in the basement of her father's dark wine cellar. She was chained to a tube, her mouth was taped, and the strangulation of her neck was still painful.

He had dumped something on the ground, and she choked so badly. The chemical is now causing her eyes, nose and throat to burn.

She felt choked, choked......

Mira wanted to scream, but it didn't work, because her mouth was taped, and no one could hear her. Her family is out and won't be back until late.

Pain......

She vented her anger and struggled to kick the copper hose off the wall. But the brass guy didn't move.

Kill me!

Mira understands what Travis is up to. He could have strangled her to death - just a few more minutes. Or shoot her. But this is not satisfactory for him. How could it be, it turned out that this unlucky ghost and pervert wanted to disfigure her face, so that he would be psychologically balanced.

The smoke would erode her eyelashes and eyebrows, ruin her delicate skin, and possibly even cause her hair to fall out. He didn't want her to die; No, he was trying to turn her into a monster.

This perverted guy, this pock-faced monster, this unlucky ghost, this perverted maniac...... He wanted to make her his own.

Kill me, Travis, why don't you kill me all at once?

She remembered the mask. That's why he hung his mask there. It sends a message: if you give her a chemical, her face will take on the shape of a mask.