can classify all the victim files, not to mention Rhett, even if he is far away in Los Angeles, Garcia, who is in charge of comparing the database, is very tired, and dark circles appear on almost everyone's faces.

"We've got something new!"

Jill Moss still looked bright, holding her laptop, and walked into the conference room where everyone was in a hurry.

"This is a recording of a phone call just sent by the Denver Police Department, and someone used a public phone to call anonymously."

As she spoke, she opened a voice file, and a voice altered by a voice changer came from it.

"I think I've seen something that might have something to do with your serial killer."

"What do you see?" This is the voice of the female police officer who answered the phone.

"My car broke down on Interstate 70 and when I got out of the car for repairs, I noticed a vacant lot on the side of the road where a man was digging a hole."

"What kind of pit?" The female police officer asked.

"The burial pit, I saw, the Bloodshed, its clothes stripped off."

"Can you leave your name, sir?" The female police officer asked.

"Sign 300 miles west of Denver, they'll find it." The phone was hung up and the recording ended.

"The murderer can't hold it back, and it's definitely him on the phone." Jill Moss's eyebrows fluttered.

"He's got a lot of interesting words." Rhett thoughtfully flipped through the tablet to find the data that had been scanned earlier.

"Here." He pointed to a passage from the manuscript that said, "He referred to the target as 'the Bloodshed' and used 'it' to refer to it." ”

Hodchner crossed his arms and said coldly, "'It' is the objectification of the victim, and 'bloodshed' is a contempt for women, derived from women's menstruation."

Agent Moss was right, the person who reported the crime was most likely the killer himself. ”

"Jack? Jack! Are you okay? Hodchner called several times before he woke Jack out of his musings.

"Huh? No problem, Emily and I rushed to the scene right away. Jack nodded, knowing what Hodchner needed him to do.

Before leaving, he quietly grabbed Jiejie, "Do you think that Agent Moss's clothes and grooming have become more and more eye-catching recently?" ”

The past two days have been so busy that he rarely pays attention to the people around him, but when he saw Jill Moss walk into the conference room today, he was keenly aware that something was wrong.

Jack still remembers that when he first met this "mature" female detective, although he was wearing a well-cut professional outfit that highlighted his figure, and he deliberately put on a light makeup, but that was limited to it.

But when she stepped into the conference room today, Jack found that her dress had changed a lot, the originally inconspicuous earrings had been replaced by earrings, and her hair, which had not been carefully cared for before, was now covered with a smooth drape on her shoulders.

The most important thing is that although Jill Moss is still wearing a black professional attire, the previous unchanged trousers have been replaced by a professional step skirt, and stockings and high heels are worn underneath.

"You care so much about how she dresses?" After listening to Jack's words, Jie Jie looked this guy up and down suspiciously.

"I'm serious, from the perspective of a fellow woman, is it normal for her to change in her clothing and appearance?" Jack didn't dare to make a judgment and had to consult a professional.

"Maybe she's always ready to face the media." Emily, who was about to go out with Jack, was a little unimpressed.

"Or maybe she's really secretly talking to Rosie" Jiejie showed an ambiguous smile on her face.

"Perhaps, I hope it's for those reasons." Jack's worried gaze swept over the back of Jill Moss leaving, and the normal knee-length professional step skirt seemed to be a little shorter, and she was forced to wear a little bit of color.

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When Jack and Emily arrived at the scene, it was already dark and Interstate 70 connected Los Angeles and Denver, which happened to be the route he had taken with Rossi and Red to Colorado.

On a flat piece of land not far from the street sign, the local police station has set up a cordon strip, a portable generator is rumbling not far away, and several tall light poles are erected around the perimeter to provide enough light for the forensic doctors at the scene.

When the two arrived, a pit more than two meters long, more than one meter wide, and less than one meter deep had been cleared, and a naked female corpse was lying inside.

The corpse was not buried very deeply, and the degree of decomposition was not severe, and the stench of the corpse was barely smellable.

"The corpse is so well preserved." Emily crouched down at the edge of the pit, greeted the two forensic doctors who were working, and muttered.

The female forensic doctor, who was collecting the corpses of insects around the corpse, looked up at her and nodded in agreement, "Yes, it's unusual. ”

The female forensic doctor had gray hair and looked to be about fifty or sixty years old.

Jack put on his gloves and touched the dirt around the pit, the soil was damp, the body was not wrapped in anything, but there were not many signs of insects eating even the skin.

"The body will be buried here for no more than two days at most." In July, the temperature in Colorado is already close to 30 degrees, and if you are exposed to the outdoors, the corpse should already be a giant by this time.

"Yes, the officers didn't even have time to use the corpse dogs, the traces of the dirt being turned are very obvious, but it is not possible to determine the time of death for the time being, I suspect that the body was refrigerated at low temperature."

Maybe it's because I met the FBI, and the female forensic doctor has more words.

Jack pointed to the woman's abdomen with a gloved finger, "Can you clean up here first?" There seems to be something here. ”

"Wait a minute." The female forensic doctor got up, took a brush from the side, carefully brushed off the dirt in that location, and then leaned in to take a closer look.

"Looks like a burn?"

"It's supposed to be an electric burn." Jack sighed, almost confirming that this was the victim of the sadistic killer.

The female forensic doctor nodded, "I'll reconfirm it after I go back, and as you said, I will highlight it on the report." ”

Jack gave her a grateful smile, "There is also the identity of the deceased, please confirm it as soon as possible, this matter is very urgent." ”

After talking to the medical examiner, Jack and Emily turned on their flashlights again and walked around, but unfortunately found nothing, not even suspicious tire marks.

The officers who found the body were also unable to provide any new clues, although they had worked hard to secure the scene.

The medical examiner had almost cleaned up, her two assistants were carrying the body on a stretcher to be transported, and Jack and Emily were heading towards a car parked not far away, and they had to rush back to Denver overnight.

"Hey, I think you guys should come back and have a look." The female medical examiner suddenly stopped them.

(End of chapter)