/newmessage.php?tosys=1&title="Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

Chapter Errors/Click here to report

155 masks

Tomie got out of the buggy and handed me the documents from the Intelligence Bureau.

"I wasn't expecting anything out of that sheriff's mouth." She said.

Jung did not deny it. In fact, everyone knows that if the situation is true, the other party will be able to suppress the case for ten years, and of course it has been completely prepared for a long time. Finding a breakthrough doesn't take a day or two, but Jung didn't put all his hopes on the sheriff.

"What is destined to be born will still be born, we just need to do our part, and the next thing is to wait." Jung said unhurriedly, "Don't forget jì, the eight scenes are prophets." ”

The prophet's prophecy was not unfounded, she said that if we pay close attention to what is happening around the sheriff, then there will be clues around the sheriff that can turn the situation around.

"As the saying goes, a drunkard doesn't mean to drink." Pan laughed.

The scale of the town police station is not large, and you can see the layout of the hall after entering the door. On the right side of the front door is the front desk, where a policewoman is visiting the file, and the straight corridor is flanked by offices, and the young policemen can be seen coming and going directly from the glass window, but they don't look very busy, and several old policemen are leisurely gathering at a desk to drink coffee and chat.

It's just a suburban town, and it's understandable that there are no big cases, and everyone is used to getting paid and living leisurely, and they don't seem to be motivated. However, in this way, it is difficult for the sheriff to detect something to be done in the case.

Noticing that there was a figure swaying around her, the policewoman at the front desk turned her head, she probably thought that she was an ordinary citizen like before, but she was suddenly frightened by Jung's momentum. Jung used to be an unquestionable police leader, and he has always kept a straight face, plain and strict, but the policewoman stared at her and was stunned.

Jung faked a cough, and the policewoman stood up in a panic, unintentionally touching the pen on the table, and the chair was knocked open by violent movements.

"Please, excuse me, ...... are you" Before she could finish speaking, Jung made it clear.

"We're investigators from the Behavioral Analysis Department of the Intelligence Agency, and we're here to investigate, are your sheriffs here?" Jung showed the document to the other party, and although he was a little caught off guard, the policewoman still looked at the document carefully.

"Oh, oh. Okay, sheriff in office, I'll take you there. She came back to her senses, walked out of the counter with some nervousness, and walked briskly towards the sheriff's office.

Along the way, many passing policemen cast surprised glances at us, and after passing by us, they whispered behind us with some surprise. The feeling of being noticed was even stronger as I passed by the officer's office, and I could clearly see several of the old cops frowning and scratching their faces unnaturally.

Do they know something? I noticed the policewoman nodding imperceptibly at them. But maybe it's just the usual atmosphere of communication, and everyone is curious.

The glazing of the sheriff's office was not drawn. Sergeant Engels was working at the desk, as the information shows, a middle-aged man of nearly fifty years old, with a lean physique, wearing a dark suit, and his forehead and the top of his head were gone, and he was a little bright in the daylight. He doesn't look like a police officer who has accumulated merit on the front line and has been promoted because of his hard work and a little good luck, but rather like a politician who has gained popularity with his capable and smooth skills in government departments and won high-level appreciation smoothly.

Then again, in a town like this that doesn't have a big case, people who are good at drilling camps naturally have a greater advantage. Engels had sufficient qualifications, a good reputation, and understated the solution to the psychiatric hospital fire case ten years ago, without causing personnel disputes, and it was natural for him to ascend to the high position of the town's sheriff.

It is said that he had the opportunity to move to the city to take it a step further, but ultimately chose to stay in the city. After excluding the nostalgia of the countryside, the reasons for this are also worth considering.

Engels noticed when we passed by the window, and as soon as the policewoman knocked on the door, he immediately opened the door from the inside.

"Becky, who is this?" He stared at Jung and said.

"These gentlemen and ladies are chiefs from the Intelligence Bureau." The policewoman said.

Jung had already reached out and shook Engels tightly.

"My name is Jung, and this is Crow (Raven), Pan and Bit (BT)." Jung introduced us one by one.

"The Intelligence Bureau?" Engels looked suspicious, he nodded to the policewoman and motioned for her to go out.

After the policewoman left the office, Engels closed the door and led us to the desk to talk.

"Do you have any papers?" His voice was a little hoarse, and after the initial suspicion was subdued, his eyes were neither close nor resistant, but this lukewarm attitude was a strong question.

Jung didn't speak, reaching out to take his credentials out. Engels took it and set his eyes on me, Tomie and Pan. We willingly pulled out our papers. After Engels took all the documents and returned to his desk, he sat down in a chair in a hurry, took out a pair of reading glasses from a drawer and put them on, and then carefully checked the authenticity of the documents, and from time to time raised his head to look at our appearance.

"This Mr. Crowe is so young." Engels stared at me and suddenly said, "Is the intelligence bureau also employing child labor now?" ”

Although this may seem contemptuous, combined with his experience, I subconsciously believe that he is deliberately provoking us in order to obtain more information. Is it better to be silent at this time, or to ridicule each other? I have no experience at all.

I haven't thought about it yet, Jung has already said it.

"Crow is an assistant to Ms. Bit, and both of them are elite recruits from the Intelligence Agency's Behavioral Analysis Department. Ms. Bit is a Doctor of Psychology. Crowe is eighteen years old and has three bachelor's degrees in criminal psychology, philosophy and journalism. ”

Am I so amazing? It's really unbelievable. However, when it comes to bluffing, I don't know how many times I have done it in the student union, and of course I will not show any horses.

"Just turned eighteen." I pretended to be embarrassed and explained, "I hope to be able to get involved in more practical work under the guidance of Dr. Bit before I get my master's degree." ”

Engels withdrew his gaze from staring at me and nodded noncommittally.

"It's really a young man."

Then the conversation changed.

"This is the first time someone from the Intelligence Service has come to me. I'm sorry to be abrupt, I don't know what you want, but before I do, I'd like to confirm your identity with HQ. ”

"It should." Jung nodded nonchalantly.

Engels didn't say a word, picked up the phone and dialed a number, reported our names to the other party, and asked for identity verification, still looking at us during the process. After a while, a letter came from there. None of us wavered, albeit in name, but it was enough to cope with this rough verification. Only I experienced this for the first time, and it was like a student who cheated with false testimony, and I was slightly nervous.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry for you." Engels hung up the phone after greeting him, stood up again, and handed us back the documents with both hands, "I was rude just now." Excuse me, guys from the Intelligence Agency, is there anything going on in this town? ”

"We're investigators in the Behavioral Analysis Division of the Intelligence Agency, and Dr. Bit wants to collect some criminal information, and we're responsible for providing routine crime investigations." Jung said.

"Coming to this town to do a crime investigation?" Engels seemed to think it was funny, and slashed at us with a sharp gaze, "There are no earth-shattering cases here, with all due respect, the appearance of serial killers in this town was fifty years ago." ”

"Please don't be nervous, Mr. Sheriff." Jung was indifferent, still without the slightest expression on his face, "Dr. Beat's collection is just those ordinary cases. Over the past decade, there have been new changes in the age and pattern of offenders, and we have a project to revise the model of pan-sex crime based on these cases in order to provide better guidance to the education sector in the future. ”

"Oh...... In other words, is it crime prevention education for minors? Although Engels looked thoughtful, it was not clear what he understood. Anyway, I didn't understand what Jung was saying, although there were a few cool-sounding technical terms, but maybe they were all nonsense.

I glanced at Tomie and Pan, and they both had confident smiles on their faces. A bunch of crooks

"We want criminal files for the last two decades." Jung struck while the iron was hot.

"Twenty years?" Engels finally showed a strange look, he stared at Jung and said, "All of them?" No kidding, can you see that? ”

"It should be no problem, we have investigated, this town is thriving under the management of several recent sheriffs, including you, and it is a place with the lowest crime rate in the country. Jung said calmly, not at all able to hear whether it was mockery or compliment, "There is no need for disputes and cases, we want criminal cases, there should not be many." ”

Engels thought for a moment, and finally nodded in approval.

"If you think that's helpful, but I have to warn you that we have a very quiet job here, so it's easier to close the case." He said vaguely.

Jung finally smiled peacefully and shook hands with Engels again, and he said equally vaguely: "I understand that our duties are different, but we are all about fighting criminals." ”

Engels came to the table and pressed the speakerphone of the telephone and asked a police officer named "Nietzsche" to come to the office. This "Nietzsche" police officer is only about 20 years old, and his mental appearance can be seen at a glance as a rookie who has just taken office. He stamped his feet vigorously and saluted, so rigid that he couldn't help but laugh.

"These are the officers of the Intelligence Agency, and they need all the criminal files of the past twenty years, you can help them find them." Engels said to the rookie police officer.

"Understood, sir," the rookie officer said loudly, and then turned to salute us, and he could see that he was a little nervous.

"This Nietzsche ......" Engels coughed, obviously a little uncomfortable with the name, "he is an honor student who has just graduated from the police academy, he is in charge of archival work, he is very talented, you can go directly to him if you have any needs." ”

I saw Tomie and Pan snickering next to me all the time. Not to mention the famous name of this rookie gentleman, his personality is obviously incompatible with the overall atmosphere of the police station, and it is not surprising that he was thrown into the archives management department. But I think such a person should be very self-motivated, maybe I can get something out of him.

"I'm sorry for you." Jung took the initiative to shake Nietzsche's hand.

"I'm honored." Officer Nietzsche said, "I can work right away if I need to." ”

It's straightforward.

Jung didn't look surprised, he turned to Pan and said, "You go with Nietzsche." ”

Pan nodded and went out with Nietzsche.

"This Nietzsche and the sheriff are relatives." Tomie suddenly walked up to me and said in a voice that only I could hear.

"How do you know?" I was a little surprised that their surnames, looks, and personalities were very different.

"I just know." Tomie said mysteriously.

I don't quite understand it, but since Tomie is so sure, I can only believe it. If I think about it, I can see what kind of man that Mr. Nietzsche was, and Engels certainly knew better than I did. I still want to get something out of the other party, how can this little bit of thought be full of the cautious and tactful Engels? Since Engels deliberately pointed out that Nietzsche would assist us, it showed that he was not afraid of us at all, and perhaps we would not be able to get what we wanted from the other side, and we would be distorted.

In this way, the contrasting styles between Engels and Nietzsche are more like a cover-up.

"It's a nuisance." I whispered to Tomie on the ear, "I don't like this kind of intrigue. ”

"Me too." Tomie said.

Engels noticed that Jung, Tomie, and I were still in place, and couldn't help asking, "Excuse me, is there anything else?" ”

"It's a bit presumptuous, but I want to ask, you have a ten-year-old arson in a mental hospital here......" Jung's words were interrupted by the other party before he could finish his sentence.

"It's not arson." Engels said impatiently, "The case has been closed." ”

"Excuse me, what caused the fire?"

"A misfire caused by a mentally ill person's care." Engels sat down behind his desk and squinted at Jung, "It is noted in the report that this is not a criminal case and there is no dispute. The fire is still haunting to this day, and much of the evidence was burned, so we don't have much information here. ”

"Is it because there is no evidence that it is included in the fire case?" Tomie suddenly interjected sharply.

"What do you want to say?" Engels was indifferent to Tomie's forced gaze, and stared at her coldly, "As the case of the fire was closed, after reasonable and legal procedures, everyone thought it was very reasonable, and we don't want to mention that sad matter." If you have any objections, you should report them to the court, but I advise you not to do that. ”

"I'm sorry, we were rude, we didn't come to overturn the case." Jung stopped Tomie and said, "I heard Sheriff, your mother was also in that fire......"

"Yes, it's been a long time, and there's nothing left." Engels lowered his eyes, revealing a deep and calm emotion, which was not a hypocrisy, and the fire left a deep shadow in his heart, an extraordinary anger and sadness.

"You don't want to find out the truth?" Tomie asked again.

"The truth?" Engels sneered and said unswervingly: "The truth is a fire, and the reality is so helpless." I think this is the most appropriate for the victim's family. ”

"What do you think?" Tomie chuckled and said to Jung and me, "I'll go out and have a look." "Let's go.

"I'm really sorry...... Jung said apologetically, "her parents were killed in an arson case, and that case has never been solved." ”

What a tacit cooperation, two big liars. If I hadn't known Tomie's character very well and knew the plan for this trip, I would have been fooled by them.

"Really?" Engels was rarely silent, and after a while, he said: "I have nothing to hide, if you need to, you can ask Nietzsche to bring up the file of the fire case, but I think you will be disappointed." Also, if there is nothing important, do not disturb the soul of the deceased. ”

Although he said it very cryptically, Jung and I understood that he was referring to an apartment rebuilt on the site of a former mental hospital.

"I thank you on behalf of Dr. Bitt." Jung said sincerely.

He was about to say goodbye to Engels when I suddenly remembered something.

"Excuse me," I said...... "Was it raining at the time of the fire?" ”

For the first time, Engels looked at him in astonishment. I didn't speak, just looked directly at him.

"It's a bit unbelievable, so it wasn't reported, but ......," he hesitated and said, "Yes, it was raining heavily at the time of the fire." ”

When Jung and I walked out of the sheriff's office, we saw Tomie leaning against the hallway wall with a can of coffee sipping slowly. I looked to the side, and sure enough, I saw a vending machine in a corner. I've seen it on TV, but I'm still amazed to see it with my own eyes.

"And then." Tomie threw a can at me, "What's the catch?" ”

"Engels was not an accomplice." I grabbed my coffee and said in a low voice.

"Don't judge until you have solid evidence." Jung gave me a faint lesson. I can only shrug my shoulders, Jung is my boss, and his personality and professional habits are more cautious than mine. Theoretically and empirically, he was right, but I still trust my own judgment.

"I don't think he's the same." Tomie said.

"Why?" Jung glanced around and asked in a low voice.

"His anger and grief are real."

"You should know that for people like him, love is not the dominant behavior." Jung said.

"You listen to him and he thinks that his handling is the right thing for the victim, and that there is really no dispute afterwards. He focuses on people and results, not rules. Tomie said: "Let's say that if a murderer is caught by him, if the murderer is clever enough to escape the law, then he will execute the criminal in private." ”

"That is, he concealed the facts, not to cover the murderer, but to protect the victim." Jung nodded, "It seems that the old days were not over, and that may be one of the reasons why he didn't leave the town." ”

Aishang Novel Network would like to thank all book friends for their support biquge.info