The two waited in the car until late in the evening, when they saw a middle-aged white man with gray hair and nearsighted glasses, staggering around the corner and under the apartment building opposite them.

"He's probably not even 40 years old, right?" Jack was a little surprised, but he was relieved when he thought of the photo of this person he had seen before.

I was seriously injured once, and I have been hiding in Tibet every day for more than ten years, and it is normal to think about aging prematurely.

The two got out of the car and walked up to the man, and Hodgner asked aloud, "George Foyer?" ”

The man holding a pile of daily necessities and books looked up in some surprise, and then subconsciously looked around.

"Don't be afraid, we're the FBI, this is Agent Tawolle, I'm Agent Hodchner, we've met once, remember?"

Hodchner and Jack offered to show their documents.

"Yes, I have an impression." Foye grinned, barely grinning, looked around again, and tilted his head.

"If you don't mind, can you come into my house and talk again?"

Saying that, he didn't wait for the two of them to answer, and took the lead into the apartment.

Following him into a cramped room in the apartment, Jack looked around, one large and one small, with no living room.

Apart from a bed and a table, there were hardly any extra furniture and furnishings, and it was not like a long-term residence, but rather a temporary place to stay.

"You usually live here?" Jack asked curiously.

Foye nodded, "I've found several houses under different names, and I've been going back and forth between them from time to time. ”

He coughed a few times and casually asked, "How did you find me?" ”

"By Roy Colson."

Hodgner's answer seemed to surprise him, and he was stunned for a moment, then nodded subconsciously.

"I knew it wasn't a copycat."

Obviously, he also saw the news about the reappearance of the "Boston Grim Reaper", and also understood the reason why the FBI was looking for him.

"I was going to propose to her at dinner that night, but I backed down"

As if the FBI's arrival had brought back Foyer's memories, he began to tell his story intermittently, despite his uncontrollable cough.

Seeing that he was coughing pitifully, Jack poured a glass of water and handed it to him, and took advantage of the moment of physical contact between the two parties to perform a slow-acting healing technique.

But he immediately raised his eyebrows in some surprise, although his mental power attribute is now close to 30, and it is indeed easy to perform healing techniques in normal times, but today's consumption is not as much as the one used for Fen Lei before.

This guy's actual physical condition doesn't seem to be as bad as he appears, is this also a disguise?

Jack was a little puzzled, what was the purpose of his disguise? Is it thinking that one day, if the murderer finds him again, he can fight back?

He was in a state of thought, only to hear Foye continue, "When the 'Grim Reaper' came to us, the ring was still in my pocket.

He said he was lost and had a tourist brochure in his hand, and I was about to help when he stabbed me with a knife"

Hodgner interrupted his painful memories with a loud voice, "Mr. Foyer, we didn't come to want."

Both the case file and the book written by Roy Colson described these contents in detail, and they did not need to ask him to relive the harrowing experience.

But Foye was unaware of it, and continued, "I couldn't move, I had to sit there, bleeding profusely, and watched him kill Mandy (Amanda's nickname).

He stabbed her 67 times, do you know how long it takes to stab a person 67 times? ”

It wasn't until Foyer was almost exhausted that Hodgner spoke slowly.

"He should have left your glasses on the next deceased, but he didn't, and kept them until yesterday's case, do you know why?"

"Because I survived?" Foyer smiled bitterly.

Jack temporarily suppressed the confusion in his heart and asked, "Have you received any strange letters or phone calls lately?" ”

Foye smiled wryly again, "For eleven years, I always felt that he would not let me go, so I never used my mobile phone and kept changing places.

He likes to get his hands on private cars, so I just take the bus, and trust me, I've done everything I can to make sure that doesn't happen again. ”

"So, why don't you leave this place?" Jack asked the question he had come up with when he was chatting with Jiejie in the morning.

Foyer shook his head, "No, Boston is my home, and I swear to myself that this is the only thing I can't let the 'Grim Reaper' take away from me." ”

Seeing that his tone was firm, Hodchner proposed, "Until this is over, we can provide you with a safe place to live, or arrange for the police to protect you." ”

"No need." Foye refused, "No one can protect me." ”

"He's just a human being, he doesn't have superpowers." Hodgner still wanted to hold on.

"Then why can't you catch him?" There seemed to be a slight mockery on Foye's face.

"Why don't you do that?" Jack stepped up to make a round, he didn't think there was any need to argue about such a thing.

"Please give us your other pseudonym and address so we can reach you." As he spoke, he handed over his notepad and pen.

This time Foye did not refuse, he quickly wrote down a list of addresses and names, and handed the notepad back to Jack.

"Please take care of it." Then he emphasized, "Please." ”

Jack was a little furious when he was looked at by a middle-aged man with that pitiful look, and quickly nodded, "I'll take care of it." ”

When he left the humble apartment, Jack was still complaining about this somewhat nervous Foye.

"This guy's behavior is full of contradictions, and it can be seen from his performance that he is actually scared to death, but when we offered to protect him, he refused so firmly."

Hodgner's face was a strange expression, and it smacked of a past that was unbearable, "You don't have the experience of 10 years ago, when the whole of Boston was panicked, and people here almost lost trust in the local police. ”

The two returned downstairs to the office, and Jack had just parked his car on the side of the road when he saw a reporter and writer named Roy Colson, whom he had met before, waiting at the gate.

Seeing the two of them, he took the initiative to greet them, "Hey, someone sent this to my office." ”

Hodchner took the bag of papers he handed him and looked at them at them, and his face suddenly became very ugly.

Jack hurriedly put on his gloves and took the documents from his hand, and he didn't have to flip down to know what they were.

Because the first page is a copy of the agreement that the "Boston Grim Reaper" sent to the deceased veteran police detective Tom Shaunas.

This guy took the initiative to stab the reporter about this, and his idea is obviously self-evident.

"Are you going to report on this?" Hodgner looked at Roy Colson.

The writer shrugged, "If I don't write, he'll find someone else." ”

"Maybe, or maybe not, you're different from others to him." Hodgner meant something.

"Your book "Grim Reaper" is the equivalent of his autobiography, believe me, in the past ten years, he must have read your book over and over again thousands of times, it was you who made him famous, and in his opinion, no one knows and cares more about him than you.

And now, he wants to announce to the public through you the reason why he really stopped back then. ”

Roy Coulson was unmoved, but his eyes were full of anticipation, "So what? ”

"If you spread the word, you should know what the consequences will be, right? But it's big news after all, so you can write it if you want to. ”

As soon as Hodgner said this, Jack on the side hurriedly tried to hold his face and urgently manage his expressions.

Sure enough, Roy Colson was also a little anxious, and took the initiative to start biting the hook, "What do you want me to do?" ”

"I don't ask you to do anything, it's your right to report or not to report." Hodgner continued to try to get away with it.

"Oh come on, this is my scoop, and probably the biggest news I've ever come across in my life."

Roy Colson almost said directly, I don't have to report it, you can open the conditions quickly.

"After capturing the 'Grim Reaper', I can exclusively authorize all your case materials, so that you can sort out the process of solving the case by the FBI behavioral analysis team."

"If I suppress the current news, right?" Roy Colson puts on a mask of pain, as if he is facing some major decision.

Hodgner turned his head, pursed his lips, and quickly snapped out a few words, "I didn't say that." ”

That's not what you mean. Jack mentally helped Roy Colson make up for the unspoken words, and Hodgner, of course, couldn't admit that it was a deal, otherwise it would be illegal.

"No journalist has ever had such a privilege." Hodgner's tone was calm, but the words that came out of his mouth were full of temptation.

"But what if you fail to catch the murderer?" Roy Colson rubbed the soles of his shoes against the ground with some anxiety.

"That's the risk you need to take on yourself." With that, Hodchner turned to face Jack, ignoring the writer.

"This thing was sent to Russell and asked his people to check if there was any trace evidence left."

Jack also knew that with the caution of the "Boston Grim Reaper", it was unlikely that such a low-level mistake would be made, but what if.

He hurried to the local medical examiner's office, only to find Russell in a nearby parking lot, where he and a group of researchers were collecting evidence in a car.

This is the same car that Jack saw at the scene of the crime yesterday, with the "Eye of God" painted on the side of the body with the blood of the victim.

He made it clear and handed over the file bag, and Russell nodded, indicating that he would deal with it as soon as possible.

Jack was about to say goodbye, when suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, thinking of his previous doubts, and made another request to Russell.

(End of chapter)