Assurance Section.

Holtz took Dean and Harry to the underground morgue.

Mike Smith's corpse has been dismembered into parts connected only by flesh and skin, like a pig and sheep that have been disemboweled, ready to be hung in a roasting kiln.

Holtz looked like a pervert, wearing gloves, lifted Mike Smith's head, and pointed to the back of his neck: "Mike Smith is very cunning, covering this area with a scar, if it weren't for your reminder Dean, I really wouldn't have found this tattoo." ”

I saw that on the back of Mike Smith's neck, on the area that was originally a scar, a tattoo of a thorny human figure on a cross appeared!

Tattoos, is not clean!

Neither the laser nor the scar can mask the stained cells underneath the epidermis.

Unless you cut off the flesh directly!

Mike Smith apparently didn't do that.

After hearing Harry's reminder, Holtz directly burned the scar on the back of Mike Smith's neck with a flamethrower, and then peeled off the layer on his face like paper, revealing the tattoo underneath.

Dean glanced at the same tattoo on Orna's neck and looked at Holz with a smile: "Man, it sees, you've found out where this tattoo came from. ”

Holtz nodded: "This is the symbol of an ancient organization in Europe, it once flourished for a period of time in the European Middle Ages when religion was prevalent, and had many supporters (dǔn), but with the prosperity of material, this organization also declined. ”

said.

He took off his gloves, took Dean and the two of them, went to the computer, typed in a long, complex password, and opened a website, typed: Source of Pain.

A new page pops up.

What caught the eyes of the three of them was the 'Thorn Man on the Cross' sign.

There's not a lot of information on this, but the core is one:

All human beings, as angels with sins, are condemned to suffer on earth until they are washed away from their sins and their sinful bodies, and then they can return to the temple and enjoy bliss.

Therefore, the inherent evil of human nature is the cognition of this organization, and masochism is the purification of one's own sins, which is the core of this organization.

Let's put it in the present.

This kind of organization is a simple cult.

But in the Middle Ages, when there was material scarcity, this argument could attract a large number of poor people who were spiritually rich but had nowhere to put them.

They need a reason and a belief to numb themselves and accept the confusion and pain of their current miserable situation, but they are powerless to change.

This is actually the same reason as Ah San's caste religious brainwashing.

People are divided into classes by caste.

You can't change it, but if you accept that nonsense, you can deceive yourself, enjoy being oppressed, and even bring comfort to it: in the next life, I can also be a high caste and oppress others.

That's pretty much what it means.

"No wonder Mike Smith has so many old wounds on his body, it turns out that he wants to wash away his sins." , Harry was stunned, and at the same time a little incredulous: "But he is obviously a highly educated psychology expert, and even a professor at many famous universities, how can such a person believe such an ignorant statement?" ”

Dean shook his head: "I guess this comes from Mike Smith's unhappy childhood, the child's cognition depends on the people around him, and when he grows up, he denies his beliefs, so he will destroy the tattoo, but the habits brought by childhood are not so easy to eliminate." ”

Ona also has a tattoo on her neck.

But judging from Dean's contact, there is nothing unusual about her except for her very bold personality.

Considering that Ona and Mike Smith are distant relatives.

Dean speculated that Mike Smith's family had been members and followers of the Sources of Pain organization for a long time, and as the times progressed, the family members scattered.

Some members still follow ancient traditions.

Some members, however, only use tattoos as a memorial, but have abandoned the notion that pain is the purification of sin.

Holtz looked at Harry with disdain: "Man, you must understand a truth, knowledge is knowledge, concept is concept, you have heard that medical professors drink their own urine every day, do you think this is good for your body?" ”

"And such a disgusting professor?" Harry's eyes widened.

Holz shrugged:

"He's still normal, I even knew a biologist who insisted on intra-family crossbreeding, believing that the pure-blooded offspring born in this way were the best quality.

Reality is magical.

If you confuse knowledge, authority, and ideas, you may one day be killed by those so-called experts and professors. ”

Dean interrupted the small talk between the two, took out his mobile phone, and dialed Daisy: "Daisy, do you have a clue about the information I asked you to check?" ”

"Time is too tight!" On the other end of the phone, Daisy's voice of rapid tapping on the keyboard and an impatient roar were heard: "FK, Dean, I really fell for your poison and listened to you like this." ”

"Don't say that, Daisy, I originally heard that there is a 'hot pot' restaurant in Chinatown, it's delicious, I'm going to take you to try it."

These words, like cold water, instantly extinguished the irritability and resentment in Daisy's heart.

Her voice regained its tenderness:

"Well, I'm looking forward to that kind of food called 'hot pot'.

In addition, I found out through Mike Smith's fund account that he has frequent money exchanges with a private clinic called XX. ”

"Thank you, Daisy, and let me know as soon as there is any new news."

"Got it, Inspector Dean!"

Hang up.

Harry said for the first time: "Dean, I know that private clinic, which is a well-known underground clinic in Los Angeles, often helps some gang members to deal with difficult injuries such as gunshot wounds, except that the price is not cheap, and the reputation is very good in the underground world!" ”

"Very good, you drive and lead the way!"

The two said goodbye to Holz and left again.

At this time.

Mike Smith's villa.

Ona is patiently feeding Mike food.

Little Mike was still engrossed in the big head book in his hand, but now he opened his mouth rhythmically compared to before, waiting for Orna to feed.

Finish eating.

As usual, Ona prepared to go downstairs.

Suddenly.

A familiar and unfamiliar childish voice stopped her: "Ona.."

With surprise in her eyes, Ona turned around and looked at Little Mike excitedly: "Little Mike, you haven't spoken to me for a long time!" ”

Xiao Mike didn't look back, and his tone was indifferent: "Some meaningless exchanges are tantamount to wasting my precious life, and the person who came today is from the police detective bureau?" ”

Ona looked at Little Mac with some surprise and nodded hesitantly: "Yes, there is a little thing, they"

"Mike Smith is dead?"

Bang~

The plate in Ona's hand fell to the ground.

She looked at Xiao Mike in a daze, only to feel that the familiar face in front of her was extremely strange at the moment.

I was stunned for a long time.

Ona licked her lips before she wondered, "Little Mike, aren't you really autistic?" ”

Little Mike raised his head at this time, and a strange smile appeared on his delicate little face: "I just think it's a waste of my own life to communicate with you stupid creatures. ”

As he spoke, he rubbed his face and sighed slightly: "When Mike Smith is buried, help me send me a white chrysanthemum, although he is ignorant and a little perverted, and killed my dog, but I also helped him purify the sins on his body, and I hope that when he goes to heaven, his heart will be happy." ”

After speaking.

He lowered his head and began to read the book again.

Long.

Ona came back to her senses.

She looked at little Mike, who was thin and pale, and then at the plate that had fallen on the floor, almost thinking that she had just hallucinated.

But the plate at her feet told her clearly.

Twelve-year-old Mike told himself that it was Mike Smith he had killed, his father!

But how did he do it?

Ona can guarantee it!

Little Mike has always been under his own care, never left this villa, never even went down to the first floor, and never came into contact with people from the outside world!

How did he do it?

O Na picked up the dinner plate in a bit of a daze, went to the lobby of the villa, then found the business card left by Dean, picked up the landline, wanted to make a call, and seemed to think of something, and put it down again.

Hesitate a few times.

She sighed, but didn't make the call.

"Little Mike must have lied to me, how could he have tortured and killed Mike Smith as a twelve-year-old child with almost no contact with the outside world?

Impossible, absolutely impossible! ”

For their family's ancient traditions, purification is the most painful form of torture.

A child would never be able to do that!

Ona shook her head, lay down on the couch, and curled up her body, which was stronger than the average man.

The midday sun shines through the glass windows, shining on the wide back.

There is no sunlight to warm up.

There is only a lonely middle-aged woman, helpless and frightened with nowhere to release.

A twisted bloodline will only give birth to twisted offspring.

Maybe.

They don't deserve the right to reproduce in the first place

The other side.

On the way, Harry gets bored and asks about Dean's sights at Mike Smith's villa.

He was very unhappy with the female strong man and O Na, and the other party also had the symbol of the 'Source of Pain' organization on his neck, so he also felt that the other party was suspicious.

After all, Oni's physique, let alone using a pulley to lift Mike Smith, even if you hang him directly by hand, it is estimated that it will be easy!

Dean was sorting out the clues he had found so far, and when he heard Harry's words, he smiled, "Do you suspect that Ona killed Mike Smith?" ”

"Yes!" , Harry said it in a good way:

"First of all, Ona has this ability!

She is also a believer in the 'source of pain', which shows that she knows a lot about medieval torture instruments.

Secondly, Ona has this motivation!

Mike Smith had only one twelve-year-old autistic son, and as soon as he died, the rest of his fortune fell into the hands of his sole guardian, Ona. ”

Harry's words are not coarse.

People who are proficient in medieval torture instruments, in modern society, are really rare.

There is a suitable method of killing, and there is a motive.

The normal process of solving the case.

These two points are enough for Dean and others to focus on investigating Ona's suspicions.

Dean directly vetoed Oona's suspicion: "She is not a murderer, the torturer will be devoured and the soul will be sunk, but Ona does not have these characteristics, in fact, I am more suspicious of Mike Smith's son Mike Jr." ”

"That twelve-year-old kid with autism?" , Harry exclaimed.

Dean nodded:

"It's just an intuition, the eyes are the windows to the soul, and although I haven't looked directly into his eyes, I've seen pictures of him as a child.

A child's eyes are either pure or full of curiosity.

But in Mike's eyes, there is only indifference.

It may have been my delusion, but I did feel that he was not autistic, but emotionally deficient.

This is also a mental illness, born without empathy, unable to understand joys, sorrows, and sorrows, but therefore can always maintain absolute sanity, only do what they think is right, and.

IQ is generally not low! ”

This condition was seen by Dean from the books Anthony had given him.

Mind reading is not a panacea.

It will be ineffective for some experienced people, or for some rare cases.

This includes people who are emotionally deprived.

This kind of group of people is very rare, but because they will not be disturbed by external objects, no matter what they do, they can achieve high achievements in the end.

Moreover, because they observe and perceive all kinds of things in this world from the perspective of not being disturbed by external objects, they often go straight to the essence, and after long-term exercise, their learning efficiency is very high.

In other words, there is a high proportion of geniuses among such people!

Harry listened to Dean's science and shook his head: "That's too exaggerated, Dean. ”

"If a thin twelve-year-old child can easily kill an adult, then haven't I lived to a dog in the past 20 years?"

Dean sneered: "You know yourself very accurately, and by the way, you should have lived to Teddy." ”

Harry: ".."

The two laughed.

Harry drove an SUV to an area that was a little different from the outside world.

This is the ghetto of Los Angeles.

There is actually a big difference between a slum and a slum.

The difference is based on ethnicity.

For example, the slums where Italians live are relatively safe, but they are extremely xenophobic.

The same is true for other races.

After all, in a foreign country, in order to survive better, people will have the idea of joining a group for warmth.

Except for blacks.

Because their sources are too complicated.

There are indigenous blacks, tribal brothers from different African countries, and immigrants from the European continent who come to beg for a living

Therefore, the community where they are clustered is even more chaotic and disorderly than the ordinary slums, and there are even frequent battles between juvenile gangs, adult gangs, and regional gangs that use the streets as their territory.

Not to mention the patrol.

It's just the average black person, who doesn't have friends with him, and doesn't dare to walk into such a community during the day.

Because you may go in in the morning, and in the afternoon the person will appear in an underground organ hospital, and become a cold corpse that can be taken away for cremation at any time.

Yes, organ hospitals here are more humane.

They will pull the body to a funeral parlor run by the gang for a one-stop cremation service.

Dean noted.

Harry has looked visibly nervous since he entered here!

"Harry, you're making me nervous." , Dean teased casually.

He is now wearing portable body armor, two guns around his waist, a gun on his shoulder, and no less than six magazines, as long as he is not set on fire by an automatic rifle, for the unprofessional little Karami here, it is estimated that it will not be a big problem to kill in and out, and stage a bloody gang.

Harry was distressed: "Damn, I was thinking of getting closer to here and asking a friend to borrow a broken car and come in again, but I ended up chatting with you, but I didn't pay attention, Dean, you better be careful, we're already being targeted." ”

Dean glanced at the dry, dark, skinny boy and woman on the side of the road, nodded, and said no more.

The feeling given to him here is a bit of a taste of living in Colombia in his previous life.

The kid there may ask you for candy with the front foot, and the back foot will pull out a pistol from the back, kill you, and then search the body directly.

Fortunately, it is estimated that Dean's off-road value is very high, and he is shocked by the greedy gaze that is about to move in a hurry.

There were no accidents until the off-road vehicle was parked under a dilapidated two-story building.

Here it is.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief: "The gang members are injured and it is very troublesome to treat, so everyone will have a consensus that we can't make trouble near the clinic, and before we go out, it should be safe!" ”

Between words.

A dry black girl walked over: "You can't park here. ”

Harry rolled down the window and smiled at the little girl: "Hey, beauty, I'm a friend of the big cock, my brother has some injuries and can't move, so I want to ask a doctor to go over and operate." ”

The black girl saw Harry's complexion and nodded, "Okay, I'll call the doctor." ”

After saying that, she walked into the small dilapidated building in front of her.

While waiting.

Dean glanced in the rearview mirror, frowned, and pulled out a pistol from his waist: "Harry, have you ever killed anyone?" ”

Harry:???

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Two chapters of nine thousand words.

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