By the time I landed at Philadelphia International Airport, it was already dark. After a brief greeting with Owens, the director of the FBI's Philadelphia branch who picked up the airport, everyone went to the hotel to settle down.

The hotel is the Hilton Philadelphia City Strip specially designated by Coleman in the air to meet the requirements and standards of three women. This is one of the most luxurious and upscale hotels in Philadelphia, just a stone's throw from downtown.

Everyone was satisfied with the room furnishings in the hotel, Wang Shui'er kicked off her high heels, stepped on the soft and comfortable carpet, and walked to the window: "Wang Lei, come and see, you can see the panoramic view of Philadelphia here." ”

Yang Qian was already lying on the bed in a big shape: "Julie, Wang Shui'er, come on." This bed is comfortable, let's go back and ask Wang Lei to contact Robert and change it to this for us. ”

Owens, who was chatting with Wang Lei and Coleman on the side, had a straight eye jump, as the top commander of the FBI Philadelphia, he had been here many times, and he had a close relationship with the parties at the Al Hilton Hotel and knew the situation here very well.

Of course, this bed is comfortable, this is an ergonomic bed frame specially designed by the Hilton Hotel, a luxurious European plush mattress, and a unique quilt with a coil holder design that will make people's skin feel extremely comfortable.

I didn't go to the restaurant to eat, and everyone stayed on the plane for 8 hours, and they were a little tired. At Owens' suggestion, everyone unanimously ordered food through the room.

Owens is a landowner and always has to introduce something special. So, the last waiter to arrive in the food truck was filled with a few tempting and delicious beef cheese burgers, Ho Ki sandwiches, pizza wraps, and women's Girati ice cream, and the four men, of course, were going to have a few beers of Philadelphia's own production.

Dinner was very fast, and when the waiter pushed the messy dining car out, Wang Lei handed him $2 for consumption, and covered the door: "Wang Shui'er, Yang Qian, you and Julie are resting in the hotel, take a good bath or something, I'll go to see the scene with Coleman and Nathan, hurry up a little time." ”

For Wang Lei's suggestion, the women applauded. Leaving the messy guest room behind, led by Owens, everyone drove to the F.B.I.'s Philadelphia office.

Because of the prior reminders of Cowman and Owens, Wang Lei was mentally prepared to meet Thomson in the office. Despite this, when he stepped through the door of the Philadelphia branch, Wang Lei was still startled by the situation inside.

An energetic silver-haired old man reprimanded several FBI field agents in front of him in a loud voice: "I said that you couldn't find any clues at the scene of the deceased, and you didn't listen to me." How's it going? Did you find a hair to do your DNA? ……”

The 3 or 4 field agents were a little caught off guard by Thomson's strength, and they scattered one by one, hiding from anyone.

When the people were gone, and there was no one to be angry with, Thomson angrily found a chair and sat down, picked up a few pages of information on the table and read them.

Through the glass, Owens smiled helplessly, and said to Wang Lei and the three behind him: "See, Thomson is this temper, if I were inside, I would be scolded together, I hope you will understand and tolerate it more." ”

Hearing the footsteps, Thomson didn't even raise his head, ignoring the few people who came in. Owens shrugged and pointed to the case analysis board plastered with photos and materials across the street, asking everyone to go over and study it.

Some of the photos Wang Lei had already seen in the dossier that Cowman had taken, and some of them were seen for the first time. However, in addition to showing the cruelty and ferocity of the murderer, each photo also shows the pain and sadness on the victim's face.

These things were all pasted by Owens himself, and he could memorize all the contents without looking at them. Wang Lei, Coleman, and Nathan each divided into a region, and everyone studied separately.

The first thing Wang Lei looked at was the photos of all 15 deceased people in the Wien case 15 years ago, and he looked at them very carefully, even looking at every strangulation mark on the deceased's wrist for half a minute.

Thomson, who was accustomed to greeting him respectfully every time someone came in, finally couldn't help but look up curiously from the information, and at a glance saw a fat man with a big belly, standing in front of the case analysis board and pointing.

Although Thomson is older, his habit of exercising has never changed. Every day, I strictly demand myself to achieve a certain standard of exercise according to the time.

Thomson has a natural aversion to fat people, and he always thinks that it is a kind of human inertia, the result of laziness and laziness.

"Fat man, what do you think about this case, speak up and listen." Thomson naturally gave an order.

Wang Lei was amused that he was shot inexplicably, you Thomson is laughing at the arrogance of many teenagers, but people must learn to recognize reality. Not to mention anything else, if you have the ability, you can touch an FBI ID now, no?

Wang Lei, who was slandered in his heart and still had a smile on his face, shook his head: "I can't draw any conclusions just by looking at the photos." Coleman, Nathan, let's go to the site of the last deceased's abandonment. ”

Thomson was immediately annoyed, the hairy heads he had just taught the Philadelphia branch should have known about them when they entered the door later.

Since he knew the reason and went to the scene of the abandonment of the corpse, he didn't take himself seriously. Thomson sneered a few times: "I won't say much, I know that you are from the headquarters, I hope you can find something useful on the spot." ”

Sitting in the car, even Coleman asked Owens depressedly: "You, the director, let him do this?" Do you know that Lu Dao, according to the classification level, he is no longer qualified to enter the FBI office? ”

Owens barely managed to squeeze out a smile, Thomson was always an old man, he really couldn't help it. In his heart, he even hoped that Wang Lei and Thomson would break out into a violent conflict just now to suppress Thomson's arrogance.

Thomson is an old man, and he can't see that Owens wants both himself and the headquarters operatives to lose, so he suppresses his temper and only sends a few breezy taunts.

The site of the last of the deceased, Betty's body, was in an abandoned factory. As soon as Wang Lei entered, he knew what Thomson was talking about, and he couldn't find a clue.

The ground here is full of garbage, the ground is at least half a foot thick, and the footprints that come and go have long been so messy that it is impossible to distinguish any information.

The only clue left was the too obvious drag mark on the ground. Owens shook his head regretfully, all the traces were collected from Betty's hair, blood, etc., and there was nothing to do with the murderer.

In the middle of the abandoned factory, there is a dilapidated chair, which can be seen to be the chair in the former factory.

Betty was abandoned by the murderer on this chair, and there were still a few drops of black-brown blood on the chair. The chair had only three legs, but the killer had stuck it between the two rocks, so Betty's body could still sit securely on it.

As if seeing the murderer dragging Betty to this abandoned factory that day, Wang Lei was a little distracted. What kind of murderer is this? Why do you want to kill these middle-aged women? Is he imitating Vane?

Wang Lei walked out along the trail left on the ground, until he reached the vacant lot in front of the abandoned factory, and the trail mark disappeared. The clearing was already overgrown with weeds, and there were piles of bricks and stones everywhere in the east and west.

"We think the killer should have parked the car in this location and dumped the body." Owens said, pointing to where the drag mark had disappeared.

Both Coleman and Nathan agree that the killer could not have carried a corpse around and would have needed transportation.

"What do you and the Philadelphia police think about this case now, Owens, do you think this is a Wayne copycat?" Wang Lei squatted on the ground, playing with a weed in his hand.

Of course it's Wayne's imitator, does that need to be said, Owens nodded.

The understanding of the entire branch and the Philadelphia police on this point is the same, and Thomson agrees. Since Vane was incognito back then, it has been 15 years now, and he should be too old to have no strength if he is not dead.

Moreover, the binding marks on the wrists and ankles of the three deceased people show that the murderer should have been strong, otherwise it would be impossible to strangle such a deep hematoma.

Serial killers have two major characteristics, Wang Lei knows very well, and this is also the conclusion summarized after countless cases.

First, the serial killer, after satisfying his desires, will take the initiative to stop his atrocities. However, this desire is difficult to satisfy.

Second, serial killers generally have their own fixed killing targets, including the age of the killing target, appearance from hair color, etc., which is related to the psychological distortion of the serial killer, and will not be easily changed.

"If the murderer is imitating Vane, for what he wants to kill these middle-aged women. I remember that all the girls Vane chose back then were young girls around 20 years old, right? Wang Lei muttered unconsciously.

Coleman has recently followed Wang Lei through some cases, and is deeply fascinated by behavioral analysis profiles. Listening to Wang Lei's self-talk, Coleman suddenly enlightened: "If this murderer is not old and thin, maybe he will make a certain degree of change in his choice of targets when imitating Venn to adapt to his own needs." ”

Coleman's words moved both Owens and Nathan, and after the case, Owens' greatest pain was that he couldn't find an entry point. Because, even if the FBI and CIA join forces, it is impossible to investigate all men in the whole of Philadelphia.

Owens and Nathan exchanged glances, and the two of them said in unison: "The murderer should be a skinny student under the age of 20 or a young man who has just started looking for a job!" ”

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