On the first floor of the North Bureau Headquarters of the Patton Police Department, it was different from the usual noise, and the detectives looked sluggish, lying in front of their desks. Curson's head was like a float on water, moving up and down, he was too sleepy! His shiny forehead occasionally hit the table, and then he would be more awake, and the pen in his hand quickly filled in a few words on the form in front of him, and then his eyelids closed again, and continued to float up and down like water.

"Wake up! Cowson!

Corson felt his inhuman shoulder being pushed, and a spirit sat up and shouted, "The report is ready to be written!

But when he looked at the table in front of him, he saw that it was his half-asleep graffiti work, which was far from the text report of last night's surveillance mission!

"Hmph!" Cowson's report was picked up, "Are you going to hand this thing in! My three-year-old daughter has a talent for drawing better than you!"

Coulson pushed away his chair and stood, his drowsiness gone, and the person in front of him was Chief Patton Police, and Coulson was just a detective in the North District Homicide Squad, the boss of his boss, the Cologne chief.

"Director Cologne! I'll rewrite it right away!" the arrival of this big man is more effective than ten cups of coffee!

"No need. The director of Cologne crumpled the graffiti into a ball and threw it away, waving his hand, "I asked your partner, nothing happened yesterday." Cologne glanced at James, who was sitting at the table across from Curson, and nodded.

James was shoving a doughnut into his mouth at this time, and Cologne frowned slightly, he couldn't understand why this only son of General Lance was a little different from the rumors. It is said that he is a calm young man who has honed his 'steel' will in the army, but what Cologne sees now is just a gluttonous and lack of etiquette.

"Attention everyone!" Cologne ignored James for a moment, raised his voice, and woke up the drowsy detectives, and when everyone saw the big man, they immediately got up and stood up.

"Working all night for three days in a row, everyone worked very hard. I already know that nothing suspicious has happened, and now everyone, go back and rest, and the paperwork can be done later!

The tired detectives breathed a sigh of relief, packed up their things, and got ready for a good rest. Of course, when the sun goes down, they will be on street corners, in cars, and in bars all over the place, watching the city of Barton at night.

"Corson, James, come with me. Cologne turned and walked towards the murder team leader's office on the ground floor.

The group leader was not there, only a young man with a gray hat sat in the middle, looking a little reserved.

Detective Corson habitually observed the thin man and began to build a character profile: lack of muscle exercise, pale skin, slightly wider lower body, loose hip muscles, and a man who had been sitting in the office for a long time.

"This is Detective Cousson and Detective James (Reims). Cologne began to introduce: "This is an employee of Barton Telecom's Northern Communications Bureau, Mr. Fitz. ”

The man named Fitz stretched out his right hand and shook hands with the two of them a little nervously, "Just call me Fitz." ”

Corson had guessed that this week, there was a communication problem in Barton North. Occasionally, the phone calls between the government and the citizens could not be reached, and it happened that the two senators visited yesterday, and it was important for the city of Barton to communicate smoothly with the outside world, and the problem of poor communication became an important matter.

This was not originally part of the Patton Police Department's work, and Corson wondered why the man named Fitz had come to the Homicide Squad.

Cologne nodded to Fitz, "You take two detectives to the scene." Then he turned to the two of them and said sternly: "Remember, we don't want the next thing you see to get out of the way! If the Barton Daily gets a little bit of news, I'll take your badge!"

Corson was stunned for a moment, and immediately saluted: "Yes!

As the three of them exited, Cologne's eyes were on James, his brow furrowed, but he didn't speak.

The trio left the police station and got into Fitz's car, an old van with a 'Patton Communications' sign on the door. It seems that the vehicles eliminated by the city government were bought by this Fitz.

"Detectives, have you had breakfast? I know a really good burger joint. Fitz's voice was a little nervous, and his hand holding the steering wheel was shaking, and he was looking for a topic to relax himself.

"Don't be nervous, you're safe. "Coulson has seen too many people like this, and he can guess that this little man is clearly seeing something that he shouldn't see. Frightened, he came to the police station for help, but what he saw would have a bad effect, so the director of Cologne gave a confidential order for the mission.

"We don't know where we're going yet?" Cowson said softly, "Fitz, you might tell us where we're going first." ”

"Yes. Well, we're going to my friend's house, his name is David. Uh, yes, to be exact, to go to the basement of his house......"

Corson noticed that the guy's hands were shaking more and more, and his expression was becoming terrified.

"I, uh, I found something, it looks a lot like David, but I'm not so sure......"

Curson furrowed his eyebrows, and to be honest, he didn't understand what Fitz was trying to say, and put one hand on Fitz's trembling hand holding the steering wheel, helped him steady the direction of the van, and asked, "David, this friend of yours, David, is he in the basement of his house?"

"No...... That's what I'm not sure about......" Fitz had a confused, fearful look on his face, "David, he's working right now......"

"What does David do?"

"Like me, we work at Barton Telecommunications and we are colleagues and friends......"

Corson thought for a moment and asked, "The thing you saw, the thing in David's basement, is it alive?"

Fitz shook his head, "No, sir. That's something I've ever seen, too dead to die......"

"Fitz. Where's that burger joint?" James, who was sitting in the back seat, suddenly asked, "I'm hungry, I need food." ”

Curson turned his head to look at James in annoyance, but he didn't look at James with any emotion.

"Freaks. Cousson muttered and said no more.

This is not the first time Coulson has said this, and he has expressed such sentiments when he first found out about this guy's amazing appetite. But at the time, it was just a veteran joke about the rookie, and then as time went on, it had been almost a week since he partnered with James, and that joke became a mantra.

James got a Big Mac as he wished, and Cousson didn't care about this partner, and gradually, he also figured out the temper of this second generation official, as long as he gave him food, he wouldn't get in the way. So when the van pulled up in front of Fitz's friend David's house, Curson gave the order to stay behind with James, who was still dealing with Hamburg.

"During this time, many citizens reported problems with telephone lines. Fitz took Corson, found the key on the eaves, and entered David's house, "so I often walked around the city and checked the lines and stuff like that." David wasn't good at it, so he stayed in the control room. ”

The two walked through the living room, which was a very ordinary two-story house, with a living room and kitchen on one side and a bedroom on the second floor. The furnishings and decorations are also very normal.

The basement door was under the stairs on the second floor, and Fitz opened the door, revealing a hint of gloomy paving.

"David's house was inherited from his parents, so he has a big basement!" Fitz led the way and walked down: "Every Wednesday night, we come here with friends to play Dungeons & Dragons ......"

"What game?" asked Corson subconsciously.

"Uh, a role-playing game...... Anyway, yesterday, when we came, we found that David was not at home. Fitz turned on the light in the basement, and sure enough, as he said, the basement was huge. Unlike ordinary people's basements, which store miscellaneous items, this basement is filled with swords made of foam, cloaks and hats of various colors......

Corson imagines the game for a moment, adding two more words to Fitz's character profile - Nerd (Dead House).

"David was always the 'master of the dungeon', and we couldn't have played without him. Fitz walked in one direction and continued, "So we waited for a while, but he never showed up, and the friends gave up and left. ”

Corson looked around, he also had character costumes, but the type was not magician, elf, etc., but doctors, nurses, judges, prisoners, etc...... You know?

"David never missed a Wednesday game night, so I was a little worried. Fitz had already walked over to a horizontal wooden crate, and he opened the latch and flipped the lid of the crate upside down to reveal the white freezer inside, "so I stayed a little longer." Then, I found out about this. ”

Fitz opened the door to the freezer.

Detective Corson approached and took a look.

No wonder the director of Cologne doesn't want this to be made public. Because so far, the twelve missing victims are all X women. And now, lying in this freezer is a harmless citizen of Barton City, with a proper job.

"Why do you think it's your friend David?" Cousson frowned, the corpse's head, and most of the body had disappeared, because of the freeze, and the medical examiner couldn't confirm the time of death.

Fitz stretched out his finger tremblingly and pointed somewhere: "Tattoo, David likes to be the 'Dungeon Master' very much, so he has a 'DM' tattoo on his body......"

Curson looked at the two letters, sighed, and patted Fitz on the shoulder: "I'm sorry. "Although Fitz had been using 'like' before, with such a tattoo as evidence, this person can already be confirmed to be his friend David.

Corson closed the freezer and pulled the red-eyed Fitz aside, "Now, tell me about the 'David' who is still working." ”