"No, it's not that I'm too late, it's too late."

His nose wrinkled, Luo An smelled a vague smell in the room, walked to the kitchen with a gloomy face, turned around twice and looked at Lacey with a blank face, and said:

"Call the trace inspection team, this needs to be carefully investigated."

“why？”

Lacey obediently took out her mobile phone, and after dialing the number, she still subconsciously asked:

"What did you find?"

Luo An's face was very ugly, and when he heard Lacey's question, he grabbed the door of the refrigerator in the kitchen and opened it fiercely:

Pieces of frozen meat were neatly placed in the refrigerator, and on the top floor of the refrigerator, a female head with open eyes was quietly looking at Lacey on the other side of the refrigerator.

“Holly shit！”

Lacey was so frightened that she almost threw her phone out.

"What did you say?"

The other end of the phone is very unhappy, what does it mean to scold people in the first sentence of the call?

......

Half an hour later.

"That Joseph can be ruled out of suspicion for the time being."

On the other end of the phone was Mona's crisp voice, and she said calmly in the crackling keyboard:

According to the information, Mr. Joseph is a freelance journalist who has been involved in car accidents in the New York metropolitan area in recent months. And for two hours before and after Sabina's abduction, he had been arguing with the show's producers on NBC television, and there was no time to commit the crime. ”

“OK。”

Luo An nodded and continued to ask:

"What did the owner of the newspaper where Serena worked? They said that they issued an announcement that they were expelled because Serena had been missing for a week for no reason, and they didn't send anyone to Serena during this period? ”

Hearing Roan's question, Mona, who had already learned of Serena's death, was very angry and said:

The newspaper owner said they had called Serena for a week and no one answered, so they fired Serena. As for going to Serena's house to find her...... The owner of the newspaper said that their newspaper was too busy with people to send someone to Serena's house to look for her.

And there are not a few freelancers like Serena who don't say they will do it, and there are many who have lost contact directly, and their newspapers have long been used to it. ”

"Okay."

Luo An nodded: "Good work, Mona." ”

Hanging up the phone, Roan found that when Lacey was on the phone just now, he asked the patrol officer to write down Joseph's contact information and home address, and drove the other party away.

Seeing the refrigerator on the side, Luo An walked up to Lacey and whispered:

"I'm sorry, Lacey, I didn't mean to scare you."

Luo An was actually shocked, he just smelled a strong smell of blood in the refrigerator at the time, so he judged that the murderer killed the female reporter and stuffed it into the refrigerator.

After all, Lacey is a professionally trained FBI agent, and seeing a corpse is not a big deal.

But he never expected that the murderer would actually dismember the victim and put it neatly inside.

Also put your head on top.

"It's not your fault."

Hearing Luo An's apology, Lacey shook her head and said:

"I'm just wondering how many women have been murdered by the killer from the point of view of the corpse, and how many women have been murdered by the murderer before."

“......”

Luo An was silent, he couldn't answer the question.

The United States has its own national situation, and it is very rich in serial killers, most of which are committed against women, and no one knows how many women die at the hands of these perverts every year.

Just as Luo An was thinking about what to say to comfort Lacey, Nell, an agent from the trace inspection department, came over and handed Luo An a small physical evidence bag in a serious tone:

"We found fingerprints in the bathroom that did not belong to Serena, and they have been sent back to the laboratory for comparison, and there should be news in the near future.

In addition, these are two credit cards found in the bathroom, and after comparison, we judged that they are most likely not the victim's, and we did not find the victim's credit card. ”

"Okay, thanks."

Taking the evidence bag, Agent Nell of the Trace Examination Department turned to leave.

Luo An looked at the two credit cards inside, his face was very ugly, and Lacey on the side seemed to understand something, and hesitated:

"They ......"

"If nothing else, it should be the owner of the credit card who has an accident."

Luo Ann took out Nokia again and called Mona:

"Mona, look up the credit cards numbered **3 and **8 and find out who the owner of these two credit cards is."

“OK。”

There was a crackling typing sound on the other end of the phone, and the other end of the phone was a speechless Luo An and Lacey.

"Found it."

Three minutes later, Mona's voice came from the other end of the phone:

"The owner of the two credit cards is named ...."

Without waiting for Mona's introduction, Lacey interrupted the other party and asked directly:

"The name doesn't matter, they're two women, right?"

“...... Right. ”

Mona felt her throat a little dry, but her heart was beating faster and faster, and her mind was getting angrier.

Why do murderers always kill women? Why?

As a man, Luo Ann glanced down at the owner information of the two credit cards that Mona had sent him, and saw that one of them lived in Brooklyn, and after a two-second silence, he called Ryder.

"What's wrong, Roan?"

Ryder, who was investigating the information of the [Lake Female Corpse Serial Murder Case], received a call from Luo An and was a little puzzled, and asked:

"Did you find a clue to a serial murder case?"

"It's the clues to the serial murder case, but it's not the serial murder case in your hand."

Luo An's words made Ryder a little confused, but Luo An still understood Ryder's arrangement.

"Go to the apartment in Lower Brooklyn, right?"

Ryder nodded, repeating Roan's arrangement for himself:

"If there's a body inside, call you right away and contact the Trace Laboratory at the same time, right?"

"That's right."

Hearing Roan's affirmation on the other end of the phone, Ryder said that it was a trivial matter, and then hung up the phone.

Hanging up the phone, Luo An called Lacey, who was searching the room with Agent Nell of the Trace Testing Department, and said:

"Let's go back to the headquarters first, Lacey, this matter needs to be reported to Team Leader Augustus."

“OK。”

......

Investigation Team Five, 8 p.m.

Mr. Darren was still sitting in the conference room, waiting for news from his wife, Sabina.

It has been 14 hours since Sabina's disappearance.

In the team leader's office, Augustus sat on a chair, pressed his forehead with his right hand, and looked at Roan and Lacey with extremely complicated eyes:

"So you mean, now [the disappearance and kidnapping of a rich woman] has escalated into a new serial murder case?"

"Actually, I'm not sure yet."

Luo An shook his head: "The owners of those two credit cards don't know if they are alive or dead now, Ryder went to the apartment in Brooklyn to investigate....."

Jingle Bell –

In the middle of speaking, Nokia's ringtone rang, and as soon as Luo An pressed the answer button, Ryder's standard loud voice came from the other end of the phone:

“FUCK！ Roan! You can't guess what's going on here! There was a whole bunch of meat cuts in the fridge! And ....."

"OK, let's contact the Traces Laboratory."

Without waiting for Ryder to finish, Luo An calmly interrupted the other party's words, then hung up the phone, looked up and said to Augustus:

"Now it's a serial murder."

Augustus: "......"