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We stood in the hallway for a while and didn't head to the front desk until we ran out of coffee. I looked through the glass window at Engels in the office, who was on the phone, seemed to sense my gaze, looked up at me, and then turned away indifferently. Although he was forced by our identity to cooperate on the surface, the hostility in his bones was believed to be felt by Jung.

Passing through the police officer's office, there was a look of inquiry and suspicion everywhere, not hostile, but not friendly. These local police officers twisted into a rope and kept us out. We're being treated as outsiders who have invaded their own paradise, because we're using identities as members of the Intelligence Service, but it's not all.

The police department has its own internal system, and it does not like people from other departments to point fingers on their own turf, and even if they make mistakes themselves, they have their own set of punishment methods, and like the military, it is very common to exploit legal loopholes for the sake of colleagues. And the intelligence services are likely to uncover a lot of things they intend to hide, and if they make these mistakes public, they will cause internal unrest, which is the last thing they want to see.

Jung has already made it clear that we don't want to do this, but it's still a question of how much they will believe, and many will speculate on the dark side that we are using tactics like "making noise" and so on, which is indeed a common tactic used by the intelligence services.

Moreover, the customs of the town itself are self-contained. They are indeed very hospitable, but they have their own set of default rules, and even if they seem to be vexatious and ill, they are passed down from generation to generation, and become ritual-like things, and once they break the rules, they become very difficult to talk to.

Most of the local police officers are human, they were born and raised in the closed system unique to the town and the police station, and in the years of subtlety, they have become accustomed to seeing and dealing with things with their own rules, and naturally they will not have too much good impression of outsiders who try to meddle in the affairs of the town.

It seems that no matter how advanced civilization is, no matter how rich the country is, these things will not change. Whether in my hometown, or in this country, you have to be cautious when it comes to acting in a strange town.

We met Pan at the front desk, came empty-handed, and left with an extra box of crime reports. When talking about his impression of those policemen, Pan, who was also born in the township, has a deep experience.

"That's how it is in the country. You know everybody, everybody knows you, your business is everybody's thing, and your interests are everybody's good. If you commit a crime, they will educate you and defend you, because you are the child of the collective, their siblings. So, when you grow up...... Pan shook his head and smiled, "in the country, you don't have power, because you're never independent." That's why I left my hometown, I wanted to be myself. ”

"What about these files?" Jung asked.

"I don't think it's useful, and many cases are closed in a very sloppy way, and there is not even enough evidence." Pan pouted.

"It will not be detailed enough to find out and let Bach find out the background of the people involved." Jung said without thinking.

"I see." Pan immediately understood. If Engels wanted to conceal certain things, he naturally would not have recorded them clearly. These insufficiently detailed archives are likely to be clues.

"Engels will not fail to understand this, he should be confused, we can't verify everything, we have to choose the most likely as a breakthrough. Normal archives cannot be ignored, and what are the discrepancies between the process of judging the case and the evidence. Jung said.

"It's an annoying job." Pan complained, "Why don't you just tell that old guy who we are?" ”

"He doesn't trust us." Tomie said.

"So we have to give him more confidence." Jung said, turning to me and saying, "Why do you know that it was raining when the fire was in full swing?" ”

"I had a dream." I replied.

Jung's stereotypical expression did not change, he just nodded lightly and did not ask any further questions. He may have been surprised for a long time. But as far as the current dream state is concerned, there really is nothing to talk about. In fact, we're all convinced that whether the mentally ill boy was a prophet or not, something strange must have happened in this town. It's just that it's still lurking, and the question is how it will appear to us. We have to be prepared in case we are caught off guard.

"That's all for today." "I need you to make a report on what you know and your own judgment before tomorrow's meeting," he said. ”

"That is, now that you're off work?" Tomie said.

Jung glanced at Tomie and said, "There is no vacation until this mission is over." ”

Tomie shrugged.

"What about you?" Pan asked Jung.

"I'm spying on Engels here. Although there is nothing wrong with Engels at present, I believe in the judgment of Bajing. Jung said.

"Are you alone?" Pan said suspiciously, she knew that stalking was a physical job.

"I'll ask someone else to take a shift tonight." Jung said, took out his mobile phone and called the headquarters, "Bach, I have set up a monitor in Engels' office, can you listen to his phone and hack into his computer?" ”

"Meaning." Bach cool.

"Let's get started." Jung said, "Pay special attention to personal phone calls, and I need information about the people with whom I have personal communication from now on." ”

And just like that, we began to split up. Jung stayed alone, and Tomie and I sent Pan back to headquarters and then to his residence.

While Tomie was driving, Pan and I were in the back of the car studying the box file. According to Jung's instructions, the cases that arose in the ten years after the fire were dealt with first, all the sloppy records were found, and the names of people, crimes, details and evidence that might have been stored were all written down in a black book. As the names in the book increased, Pan and I gradually saw some clues, although there are many kinds of criminal offenses, but the ones recorded in the book have a significant feature, that is, these cases have people missing and dead, without exception.

"Twenty-seven people have gone missing and died in ten years, an average of nearly three per year, all born in the town, which is the lowest crime rate?" I gasped.

"The population of this town is about 2,000, and there are thousands of outsiders who come to visit every year." Pan explained: "It's really not a big deal to have three people missing and die in a year, and in order to protect the interests of the town, it is usually kept secret. And, you see, none of these cases were made in public, and the perpetrators don't seem to want to be noticed. ”

"It's a lot of fun." Tomie suddenly asked, "Is there any pattern to the time and pattern of crimes?" ”

"I see, the time of crime is very average......," Pan re-examined the black notebook, with a strange expression on his face, "There are only three cases a year, and they are concentrated in the autumn." ”

"It's autumn, and it seems that we came by coincidence, and coincidence is the embodiment of mysterious power. Perhaps we should be happy. Tomie teased.

"There is no detailed record of the criminals' methods, and most of the missing people are at night, in their own homes, and some even live with family and friends, only to wake up in the morning and disappear. Deaths are usually from stab wounds, poisoning and burns with sharp objects. One-third of the people, two-thirds of them are outlanders. Pan said incredulously, "Is there really no serial murderer here?" ”

"No, that's not right," Tomie muttered to himself.

"What's wrong?" Pan asked, confused.

"You said that criminals don't want to be noticed, and the location of the crime and the background of the victim prove that. But if you look at the way those people died, there was nothing wrong with stabbing, but if it wasn't accidental, poisoning and arson...... Generally speaking, only prisoners with strong impulses will adopt this method, they want to show their strength, and they want others to recognize this power, they will satisfy their sense of dominance in this way, and the more this fear, the more excited they will become, and they will return to the scene or take something from the scene and ruminate it later. These prisoners are not reserved, they want to be visible. ”

"In other words, the modus operandi exhibits completely different characteristics?" I thought about it, and I thought it was unlikely, whether the perpetrators were a person or an organization, they all showed the characteristics of prudence, and their purpose should be very clear.

"Are there any characteristics of a stabbing wound?" Tomie asked.

"There is no record." Pan shook his head and said.

"I think it should be possible to rule out people who have been poisoned and burned, they are not targets." I had a new idea. Carl Jung said that Engels would have done something of confusion in these files. But what if it wasn't just Engels doing this, but the criminals themselves doing it? Are they trying to disguise their true goals through guò?

"I think the people who poisoned and burned us were trying to confuse our minds, and maybe they just hurt the fish in the pond." I looked closely at the records in the black notebook and tried to find evidence, but there were so few details. Tomie, however, agrees with me. She also believes that the missing person is the focus, but has a different view of poisoning and burns.

"While it is unlikely that the poisoned and burned victim was the target, it is possible that it was a deliberate criminal signature, or even a stabbing, but we don't know the details of the stabbing, so we can't tell." Tomie said: "I think there is some kind of tacit understanding between the criminals and Engels, Engels can't catch each other, but he can recognize each other through the criminal signature of guò. ”

"You mean, Engels knew the murderer?" Pan said.

"Even if you don't know each other, at least you know that it's the same person or organization that is committing the crime. Engels may not have failed to ask for help from the outside world, but for some reason this self-help failed. The sheriff knew that he had made a mistake, and he realized that even if he was not an accomplice, for the sake of the peace of the town, he had to cover up the murderer's behavior, so as not to panic, which was also in line with the murderer's intentions, so the other party only attacked outsiders as much as possible. Tomie asserted, "It's a deal that we know each other." ”

"I once heard that there was a serial murderer who repeatedly escaped arrest after committing the crime, and the detective had no choice but to privately accept the other party's agreement: as long as he gave up pursuing the other party, the other party would stop killing until the detective died." Pan said.

When I heard this story, I couldn't help but sigh for the detective. The murderer knows the marrow, he will never stop, his impulsiveness will be strengthened again and again in self-restraint, this trade will become his best talisman, as long as the police acquiesce, he can kill unscrupulously. It's not a good deal, and even if he stops killing people for a while, it's only a matter of time before the number of victims increases.

Since it is impossible to arrest the murderer, the number of victims will continue to increase before his death

"It's really a dove to quench your thirst." I said, "Does Engels know what he's doing?" ”

"I think he knows, but he thinks it's the right thing to do." Tomie said.

Pan and I fell silent. The wordless heaviness spreads like greasy in the carriage, and the sun is shining outside the window, but it can't dispel this oppressive haze.

When I got back to the house, I pulled the curtains open. In the light of the room, I can't wait to get entangled with Tomie. We do it like crazy, through the guò union to feel each other's souls.

I sat naked in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with Tomie in my arms, rubbing her huge **, and feeling her strong heartbeat. Tomie plays with mine, lighting a cigarette for himself and me. We looked at the lake that looked like a jewel in the sunlight, and a black object condensed in the depths of my heart seemed to quietly disintegrate in the lake.

I let the quark out, and it immediately spread its wings and flew off into the distance.

I got the method of controlling the demon from the demon pattern, but I couldn't rest on it until this time. After being certified, the demon is able to communicate with the host through the guò magic pattern. Quark was already intelligent, and he seemed to be able to sense my thoughts before he became a demon, which became even clearer when he became a demon queen.

It is not a dead thing, but a life with its own intellect. For me, Quark is not a dispensable pet, but a friend who has spent countless hours with me. I don't think I should use the attitude of ** to control it, when I use my heart to convey my thoughts, quarks will make corresponding moves in the air.

It flies in the air, and every qiē it feels, will be presented in my heart. I calmed down and felt that the sky was incomparably vast, the earth was expanding in all directions, the scenery on the ground was vivid, when the wind blew through the feathers, it seemed that every particle was jumping in the sun, and I was just a drop in the ocean, as if I was a drop in the ocean, and it seemed to merge into the water droplets of this blue sky and sea.

Each factor pulls the other, and I opened my mind, but I felt more clearly than ever that they were interconnected. From one speck of dust to another, they collide with each other, bounce off larger objects and bounce off each other, each collision outlining a point, countless points forming lines, countless lines forming surfaces, and surfaces forming contours. Regular, irregular, countless silhouettes are delicate.

I felt myself surrounded by a transparent orb, and quark was surrounded by another transparent orb, one of which could be seen in my mind even when I closed my eyes. The two spheres were joined together by an invisible line, and I sat quietly by the window, the quark hovering in the air, like the moon revolving around the earth.

I had never seen such a strange sight, and such a huge amount of calculus was something I had never been able to do, but now I felt it naturally.

My emotions were very calm, but my eyes were beating violently, as if they were being pulled, and my heart was beating violently. The blood was circulating, the sound of the tide was loud, and every cell suddenly burst into life, trembling compactly and densely, and the muscles shifted in the vibration, some compressed, some stretched, some pressed tighter with each other, some with greater distance from each other. They are damaged, then repaired, and become more resilient and powerful.

I heard the bones rattle, as if the bones were moving all over my body.

There was a tingling sensation, followed by a myriad of comforts, as if what had once been crammed into the joints had been shattered, and the body became as light as if it had no weight.

After many days, I once again felt that ** does not belong to my own will, it controls my body, and at the same time, the matter that makes it up is also a part of this body, it is growing, so I also began to grow.

One in the blood, the other in the flesh. A bolt of lightning exploded in my mind, turning into two roots that took root downwards and multiplied.

Stephen King said that the soul is a stor, and the demons are also a zài, they are in our bodies, and they will win from time to time. It was a wordless horror, and I felt it very really, from the depths of this body, like a landlord invaded by two villains.

But I never resisted, because I knew the identities of these two demons.

Silk and Jiang, who lost their own bodies, regarded this body as their ultimate destination. My body resists stubbornly because of the instincts of life, but my emotions and intellect are disintegrating this resistance. The diametrically opposite act allowed me to see my own soul, which was detached from the body in this moment.

I hear them calling.

Agawa ...... Agawa ...... Achuan

My body is in great pain, but my soul is in great joy, and every moment of division and devouring is the lingering of me and them.

I heard their voices, and we were never separated again.

I savored the fear, the trembling, and the joy in the ocean of my own life, with whom I shared the light and the shadow.

Ah, they're waking up

The pattern became scorching, and I felt the fist clenched in fear, pain, and pleasure burning, and it seemed to shout to grab all the victory.

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