92 Lexington Avenue, New York

The long nights didn't go away, and nowhere was this more evident than in the affluent neighborhoods of downtown New York.

Brilliant lights reflected half of the sky, traffic was bustling, shops were lined up, pedestrians walked in groups on the sidewalks, and a shocking carjacking occurred on the streets of New York in the morning, but then normal order was restored. People are still busy in their own circles, as if just an inconsequential event in the news has happened, and the pointer in their own world is still walking, and it will not stop for a minute.

When the FBI's car stopped in front of the residence at No. 92 Lexington Avenue, it was seen that a line had been drawn up outside the house, and one or two people from the Evidence Investigation Bureau were collecting witness testimony outside the house.

Arnold got out of the car and looked at the cordon in front of House 92, he pursed his lower lip, and the depression was everywhere.

"Sir." A sharp-eyed agent saw him, hurriedly closed his notebook, bypassed the cordon, and came to report, "We received your order, and when we arrived at 92 Lexington Ave., we found that there had been a murder in the 92nd residence. ”

Homicide case?

Arnold took the gloves and foot covers handed by the investigators, and Carl on the side also brought these things to prevent outsiders from destroying the scene.

One after the other, they followed the FBI agents into the residence.

"What's going on?"

"When we arrived at the scene, we found that the doors and windows of the house were tightened, and there was no answer when we knocked on the door. Neighbors in the neighborhood said that they hadn't seen the head of the household go out for three days, and we felt suspicious, so we broke down the door. ”

The three of them stopped at the door, and Arnold looked at the lock of the door, which was generally intact, and was only slightly damaged at the moment of hitting the door.

"There was no sign of picking the lock on the keyhole." After checking it out, Carl reported to Arnold, "If there is no sign of forcibly priing open the back door, then it is likely that an acquaintance committed the crime." ”

"Carl, go check the back door."

"Yes!"

Carl received the order and turned to follow another colleague from the Forensic Section.

Arnold and another agent walked through the hallway and made their way to the living room.

The furniture in the living room was messy, a sofa had fallen to the floor, a lamp had fallen to the floor, small objects on the table had been thrown all over the place, overturned peanuts had been scattered on the ground, a few apples had fallen to the ground, and a can of unopened Coke had fallen on the carpet beside the overturned sofa. The TV was still on, and it was scrolling through the news of this morning's shootout on the streets of New York, but then there was a breaking news about the homicide at House 92. Although the living room was messy, it was not the scene of the first crime, there were blood droplets sprinkled on the plush carpet, and the blood stains extended to the study on the other side of the corridor, Arnold walked forward along the bloodstains, and as soon as he walked into the study, he saw a middle-aged man lying next to the desk, he was wearing daily home clothes, lying on the ground with his chest down, and the pool of blood under his body had coagulated.

Arnold looked at the agent on the side, the agent understood, and took out a notebook to report: "The deceased is the owner of the house, Eric Jackson, forty-five years old, currently working as a financial consultant for a Wall Street company, divorced, only one daughter lives with him, but the daughter participated in the field training camp a week ago, and she is not at home for a month. ”

When Arnold heard this, he snorted coldly: "It seems that the murderer chose a good time to attack." ”

"The time of death is presumed to have been an hour ago, and the cause of death was a gunshot killing, a bullet that entered from the left rear side and pierced the heart directly. In addition, we found stab wounds on the deceased's neck, as well as bruises on his face and arms, suggesting that the deceased had fought with people before his death. The FBI agent flipped the page, "We interviewed the citizens in the neighborhood, and they all said that the deceased was a gentle man before his death, and he had always been a good gentleman, and he had never quarreled with anyone, let alone fought with anyone. These scars may have been left during the fight with the killer, after which the medical examiner will perform a detailed autopsy. ”

Arnold raised his eyes to look into the living room, his gaze resting on the frozen drop of blood on the floor.

"Sir, I checked the back door, and there is no trace of picking the lock." Wearing gloves, Carl entered the study through the back door and saw the body on the ground, "If it weren't for Theo talking about this location...... It may take a few days for the NYPD to receive a call to the police. ”

"Did the Forensic Division find any footprints?" Arnold looked at the agent beside him.

"Yes, a size 43 shoe print was found at the entrance, but there was no shoe print after entering the door." The agent reported.

"The murderer changed his shoes? That's right! This shows that the murderer entered the room as a guest! Carl speculated.

“…… The door lock is intact, and there is no trace of picking the lock, indicating that the deceased opened the door for the murderer. Arnold took a few steps forward and looked at the messy living room, "The deceased lived alone, his only daughter was not around, after dark, he turned on the TV, and prepared Coke and peanuts, probably wanted to watch football games and other entertainment programs, but at this time, a visitor suddenly came, he saw the person from the cat's eyes, it was an acquaintance, so he did not change his home clothes." ”

Carl nodded.

"After that, they discussed something, but there was a disagreement, and at this time, the guest made a move." Arnold looked at the deceased and raised his hand to simulate, "The guest punched him on the left side of his face, leaving a bruise, and twisted his arm, controlling his upper body. But the deceased is not small, and he will definitely find a way to fight back......"

"Sir, what do you mean...... Cuts? ”

"Carl, go take a look at the apples in the living room."

"Yes!" Karl avoided the bloodstains and went to the living room, where he looked up at Arno when he saw that there were three apples on the floor, two of which were intact and one of which was missing a corner. "The incision of the apple is intact and there are no gums...... In other words, there must be fruit knives! ”

Arnold nodded and looked at the FBI agent on the side.

The detective understood, he flipped through the notebook in his hand and shook his head: "No, I didn't see a fruit knife in the living room or study." ”

"There is only one possibility, the deceased attacked the guest with a fruit knife, only to be taken away by the guest and cut his neck." Arnold stood by the door frame with his hands in his pockets, "After that, the guest escorted the deceased to the study, and shot him from behind. ”

The FBI agent listened to Arnold's reasoning and hurriedly wrote it down.

Carl scratched his head and looked at Arnold puzzled: "But why did the guest kill Eric in the study?" Isn't it faster in the living room? ”

When Arnold heard this, he did not rush to answer.

He walked over to the bookcase, looked at the neatly arranged books, glanced at the rows and rows, and finally, he returned to his desk, glanced at the table, and had the answer.

Arnold looked at Carl to the side, the young agent was clearly in a state of confusion due to his lack of experience.

"Carl, I hope you can think well with your poor brain cells, the slightest clue to the crime scene, and maybe the answer."

"Well, I'm sorry sir." Karl straightened his chest and put on a stern look, and he walked to the bookcase, imitating Arnold's movements, and carefully browsing the books.

He scratched his head, trying to get some useful information from the complicated titles.

"The reason why the guests took the deceased hostage to the study was to look for documents."

Carl's thoughts were interrupted by a woman's voice, and a woman in professional attire walked into the study, with long silver-white hair, a cold and serious expression, fair skin, and a tall figure that stood out in the crowd.

"All the books on the shelves are neatly arranged and categorized, and it can be seen that the deceased was a very detail-oriented person, and even had some obsessive-compulsive disorder. But his desk, the area where he had been working, was a bit messy, with papers piled up in the corners of the desk, which was inconsistent with the behavior of the deceased, and it was clear that a second person had touched them. The silvery-white woman walked over to the table and picked up one of the folders with her gloved hand and flipped through it, "Sir, this document is missing several pages, which may be the purpose of the murderer...... Took the deceased to the study, forced the deceased to hand over the documents, and after obtaining the documents, shot the deceased. ”

"Well done Charlotte." Carl rolled his eyes, "You robbed me of what I was going to say." ”

"Oh? But I don't think you have those words in your head. Charlotte closed the folder indifferently and handed it to a colleague on the side, "Go check this document and sift through it again to see if there are any missing pages." If the document is confidential, the deceased may not back it up on a computer without a password. You look to see if there is a USB flash drive that can be hidden in the memory. ”

"Yes."

The agent nodded, took the papers from Charlotte, and put them in the evidence bag along with a few other colleagues.

Seeing that her colleagues were busy, Charlotte looked at Arnold: "Sir, the New York Police Department has called." ”

Arnold didn't seem to hear this, he was looking up at the antique cabinet on the other side of the study, on which were placed large and small antique porcelain plates, dishes, bowls, and vases, making this room full of classical atmosphere.

It seems that the deceased Eric was still a connoisseur.

Arnold walked silently to the antique cabinet, raised his hand and gently wiped a blue and white porcelain vase in the antique cabinet, and found that dust had accumulated on it.

Without waiting for Arnold's instructions, Charlotte exchanged glances with Carl, who pursed her lips and motioned for her to repeat it.

Charlotte pursed her lips, and was about to ask again, Arnold raised his hand and stopped her: "You tell him directly, and the FBI will be in charge of this case to the New York Police Department." ”

Karl was stunned: "Sir, but this case is ......"

"Theo gave us in exchange." Arnold turned and looked at Charlotte and Carl, "I've found what he wanted to give me." As for the murderer in this case, there is a 95% chance that the person is [Bloody Eye], and with the evidence we have now, I can't catch anyone, so it's better to hand over this hot potato to the New York Police Department. ”

The murderer is a member of the [Bloody Eye] organization?

Arnold has found something for Theo?

Charlotte and Carl listened to Arnold's words, but they looked at each other, both of them still in the clouds.

"[Details are the devil], [A good predator is always able to pay more attention to details], [Only perfectionists can win]."

Arnold muttered, looking at the two men.

"Charlotte, your observation is good, you have noticed that the deceased likes to behave in a uniform manner, but that is not enough......," Arnold's gaze swept over the antiques, "He likes the feeling of everything being neatly arranged, but he doesn't like cleaning, antique cabinets and bookcases are full of dust, it can be seen that although he has always wanted to disguise himself as a person with appreciation and knowledge, no matter how he disguises, he is always one of the most greedy people on Wall Street, and the only thing he is interested in is money." ”

Carl nodded.

"But......" Arnold said, he walked to the antique cabinet near the desk, and his gaze rested on a white porcelain vase with two ears, "this bottle, but it is very smooth." ”

"What do you mean, sir...... How often does Eric look at this bottle? ”

"No, the top of the bottle is covered in dust, but the body is clean, and it can be seen that Eric often holds the bottle instead of picking it up. Just like this......" Arnold reached in front of the antique cabinet and held the bottle, he turned the bottle slightly, and then he heard the sound of the "Gragra" mechanism turning behind the antique cabinet, and the next moment, the wall behind the antique cabinet and the antique cabinet slowly turned, and the wall turned the other side.

On the other side of the wall, half hollowed out, formed a platform, on which was a transparent rectangular container, in which was placed a black smart helmet, wrapped from the occipital bone all the way to under the eyes, the front of the maxilla, with complex connections on both sides, and some small red lights flashing on a closer look.

"Worthy of a sir!" Carl was impressed.

"It's ......" Charlotte looked puzzled as she approached the antique cabinet and watched Arnold take the heavy helmet out of the container.

"That's what Theo traded with me—" Arnold snorted softly, "the identity he promised me as a [Hunter]." ”

"Hunter?" Charlotte was stunned, "Could it be that you are talking about the [Hunter] in the [Minghe System]?!" ”

Arnold fiddled with the helmet in his hand, glanced at the dead man on the ground, and said in a low voice—

"A financial adviser who has been on Wall Street all year round, any decision he makes may bankrupt himself and hundreds of employees overnight, and although his returns are high, the risks he takes are also large, and the psychological pressure that comes with it is unimaginable. Under such circumstances, how can he continue to maintain a good gentleman and a perennial amiable image? He had to have a place to vent...... Arnold muttered, "Wearing a hood and playing the role of a [hunter] slaughtering prisoners in the [Minghe System] is the only choice for this kind of person to vent his stress." ”