"Thank you."

Daria is now in charge of the house, and she is also full of energy.

Although she was already sweating profusely, she was still in good spirits, she took her coffee and sat on the sofa.

Liviela picked up her coffee and took a big sip and patted her flushed face:

"I'll go up and take a shower during the break."

After spending a few days at Ethan's house, she moved here.

Upstairs and downstairs, work is also more convenient.

There are two rooms above the second floor, and Daria now rests on them occasionally.

Seeing Livira's writhing waist disappear behind the small door, Daria put down her cup and winked at Ethan with a smile.

Ethan realized instantly, quickly stood up, and closed the front door glass.

Turning around, Daria had already walked upstairs.

He patiently drank his coffee and waited five minutes before getting up and going upstairs.

Coming to the living room on the second floor, the doorway of the house near the balcony was empty, and the sound of water inside was loud and small, accompanied by a pleasant chanting.

Pushing open the door, Livira was pressing her hands against the transparent bathroom glass.

The water splashed and a mist rose.

She saw Ethan come in and was shy to break free, but was pushed forward by Daria, her chest pressing against the glass.

Daria was crouching behind her, toiling and toiling.

Ethan raised an eyebrow and grinned.

"Bang."

The door was slammed shut.

The two of them had been busy all day, and they had fallen asleep after being tossed.

Ethan, on the other hand, was energetic and walked out of the flower shop with a turn of the keyring.

Now that it was dark and Siobhan was off work, Ethan had just sent her a message asking her to take the relevant case file home and study it herself.

After all, it can be inferred from the current situation that the murderer is not simple.

He doesn't bother to take care of ordinary crimes, but in such cases, the murderer targets civilians, and he also picks young and beautiful girls, which makes Ethan a little annoyed.

Packed some food and drove to Siobhan's house.

A police car had been parked outside, and the lights were on inside.

There was a knock on the door, and after a few moments, Siobhan wrapped himself in a towel and opened the door.

"Hey."

Ethan handed over the lunch box in his hand: "I brought fried steak and dessert and bread, I hope you like it." ”

"Great."

Siobhan took the lunch box and walked inside: "I'm busy today, I haven't eaten much. ”

Arriving in the living room, Siobhan placed the lunch box on the table and opened it, sat directly on the carpet, and handed him a few folders:

"I'll see later, I just want to have a good meal."

"Okay."

Ethan set aside the blue folder, and together the two of them took out the packed food.

Two large portions of bone-in meat, also known as tomahawk steak, are topped with a thick sauce, along with a few desserts and a salad of vegetables and fruits.

Siobhan didn't touch the steak at all, and she put the desserts, breads, and fruit and vegetable salad in front of her.

"No, it won't."

Ethan cut the still some ruddy beef, put it in his mouth, and asked while eating, "You've been a policeman for so long, aren't you used to it?" ”

"Let you stare at those pictures every day."

Siobhan's face turned a little pale: "Not to mention that there are corpses, I'll be talking when I'm done eating, now you shut up." ”

"Okay."

Ethan had no choice but to pull the fruit bowl over the table and place it between himself and Siobhan to block the meat.

"That's right."

Siobhan picked up the remote control and turned on the TV: "Now that the situation has escalated, Brock is forced to hold a press conference. ”

She clicked the remote control to tune in to the local news channel.

"Banshee Town, in the midst of grief and danger."

Brock stood in front of the door of the police station, holding several microphones in his hands, and under the incandescent light, his expression was heavy: "Three young women, brutally murdered. ”

"They were killed by a coward with a twisted heart who specializes in mutilating the weak."

Brock stared at the camera and said solemnly:

"The entire Banshee Town Police Department, as well as the people from the FBI, are doing everything in their power to track down the killer."

"However, the murderer has not yet been caught, and here I appeal to the residents of the town not to travel alone in the near future to avoid unfortunate incidents."

"I promise you that the murderers of this series of cases will be investigated to the end and the justice that the victims deserve."

"The following words are said to the murderer."

Brock took a step forward, his eyes turning angry, "You're a complete coward. ”

"I don't know who you think you are, but you'll always be a miserable monster, something that slugs are inferior."

"We're going to find you, I'm going to take you down, and make sure you don't have the chance to hurt anyone else in the future."

After speaking, Brock nodded and handed back the microphone.

The screen moved, and the host introduced the general situation of the case.

Siobhan turned off the TV and crunched on a cucumber.

"He looks like a sheriff, but it's not a smart choice." Ethan puts the last piece of beef in his mouth:

"The killer will see this as a private provocation."

"There's no better way to do it." Siobhan took a sip of red wine: "It's okay if that murderer comes at us, at least we have a chance to capture him directly." ”

"That's not how people are arrested."

Ethan saw her finish eating, and reached out to open the case file next to her: "That's too dangerous." ”

In the folder, there is also information on the previous two cases.

Ethan picked up the photos of the details of the wound and looked at it carefully, and found that it was almost the same as what he observed today, and the case file was full of analysis of the victim's own situation.

According to the forensic examination, the first two cases can clearly affirm that the victim did not receive sexual assault.

The body was also disposed of, leaving no evidence on it.

"It's very clean, it's all done by the same person."

Ethan looked through the stack of photos in his hand and came to a conclusion.

He looked at Siobhan, "Didn't you judge that this was a cult sacrifice ritual before?" What's the catch? ”

"Do you know how many cults there are on this continent?"

Siobhan gritted his teeth and said, "There are countless similar sacrifice rituals. ”

"The special agent you know, Phillips, said that he had sent the photos and the data back for comparison with the database, hoping to find common ground as soon as possible."

"That's right." Siobhan thought of something, stood up, stepped aside and took his coat.

She pulled out a piece of paper from her pocket and handed it to Ethan:

"Today we went to find an eyewitness, he was a four or five-year-old child, he was frightened, he couldn't communicate, and the guardian didn't allow us to ask too many questions."

"But he's been drawing, and that's what he paints."

Ethan took the folded paper and opened it.

In the middle of the white paper, a very scribbled circle was drawn with a red paint pen, and in order to draw a little rounder, a few more circles were drawn.

There is a large white space inside, with two red triangles.

On the outside of the red circle, two more pieces protruded.

Soul painters, very abstract.

(End of chapter)