"The house at that address was registered in the name of a woman named Kim Newton."

Jaber quickly found out the relevant information, he looked at the computer screen and said:

"Thirty years old, white female, blonde."

"She doesn't have any criminal record, but interestingly, she was the victim of a rape 15 years ago."

Ethan clipped his phone to his ear: "Are you sure?" ”

"Pretty definitely." Jaber said unhurriedly, "I'm looking at her case file." ”

Ethan thought of a possibility and hurriedly asked:

"Do you think it's possible that the victim and the murderer have feelings?"

"I don't know, maybe."

Jaber shook his head: "Maybe it's Stockholm syndrome?" ”

"Okay, I got it."

Ethan tapped his fingers on the steering wheel: "I'm rushing to save people now, I won't tell you, I owe you once." ”

Hanging up, he thought about it and called Brock again.

Now that he's a sheriff, it's too uninteresting for him not to inform him.

After a brief explanation of the situation, Brock said that he would leave immediately, and asked Ethan to wait for reinforcements to arrive before acting.

Saving people is like fighting fire, and there can wait.

Ethan prevaricated in a few words and put his phone in his pocket.

The Dodge Challenger roared and swept forward with the yellow leaves on the road.

As far as the eye can see, it is dark.

Phillips shook his head, trying to clear himself up, and his hands were tied and strangled to pain.

I could feel my feet hanging in the air, and my whole body was hoisted.

He gasped violently, trying to see his surroundings.

"Phillips?"

A low, hoarse voice came from the side, stirring him up.

The place where the voice sounded was very close to him, a little more than two meters.

Phillips found that his mouth was not sealed, and hurriedly asked:

"Hank?"

"That's right."

"Shet." Phillips scolded in a low voice, "That Bichi." ”

"This incident reminds us that we should no longer drink from strangers, even if she is the victim."

Hank's voice continued: "Now the two of us are finished. ”

After Ethan left, Phillips quickly got the details of the victim.

They didn't stay too long and drove quickly to Linxian.

When they came to the victim's house, Phillips and the two of them drank a glass of orange juice when they asked about the murderer, and before they knew it, they were unconscious.

"Cross your fingers and pray."

Phillips said depressedly, "Now I hope that my friend can find out that we have disappeared as soon as possible." ”

"What can he do alone?"

Hank sighed, "He doesn't know where we are. ”

At this moment, there was a glimmer of light ahead.

The light fluttered with the sound of footsteps and slowly amplified.

Both of them perked up and looked at the comer.

A blonde woman in a white dress, walking down the stairs with a candle, looks unusually sweet.

When he saw the woman, Phillips was so angry that his teeth itched.

Behind her, followed by a man in a red nightgown.

The man had four horns of flesh on his forehead, which made people shudder to look at.

The blonde woman's footsteps moved briskly, lighting the candles in the space one by one.

With the light, Phillips was finally able to see his surroundings clearly.

This is obviously a basement, the space is large, there are dozens of square meters, the interior decoration is very evil, rows of red candlesticks, and the air is filled with a faint smell of blood.

Demon totems can be seen everywhere, there are many weapons scattered on the walls, and the machetes are stained with blood.

In the middle was a platform, wrapped in black leather, on which a young woman was lying, her hands and feet bound with restraints.

Obviously, it was the killer's latest prey.

He and Hank, in a corner of the basement, were tied up with thumb-thick hemp rope.

"I heard you're looking for me?"

A man with a horn on his forehead walked over with a glass of red wine and a smile.

The blonde woman brought him a chair, and the man sat down.

Phillips spat to the side, gritted his teeth, and said:

"Declan Bode."

"That's right, that's me."

Bode picked up his glass and gestured to the two people who were hoisting, "FBI Special Agent, Robert Phillips, it's a pleasure to meet you." ”

"As for this, Mr. Hank Boitt, you are also welcome here."

"Don't talk this nonsense."

Phillips gritted his teeth and said, "You're not satisfied with being a serial killer now, and you still want to be a police killer?" ”

"I didn't look for you."

Bode shook his wine glass: "You took the initiative to come to the door, I will definitely treat you well." ”

"Actually, you don't understand, I didn't kill them because I liked them."

"All this is for the sake of sacred sacrifices."

"Yes, yes, yes."

Hank sneered, "We all know that, you're a madman. ”

"Please, it's going to make me sad if you say that." Bode stood up and walked to the side: "Although none of this is what I wanted. ”

"But for the two sacrifices that are sent to the door, I don't think the glorious Satan will mind."

"Next, let me entertain you."

Bode rang the bronze bell, and the stairs in the distance were full of people.

More than a dozen people, holding candles, walked down the stairs with serious and solemn expressions.

I didn't expect there to be so many people here.

The man in the lead is none other than the Quake who illegally practiced medicine at the dry cleaners he met today.

Quake walked up to the two of them and said with a sneer:

"If you break into my office, destroy my belongings, and steal my things, I'll let you know you're messing with the wrong people."

"Phew."

Phillips spat a mouthful of thick phlegm into his face and looked at him with disdain.

Quake wiped away the thick phlegm with a trembling hand and looked up incredulously: "How can you do this, it's too unhygienic." ”

He grabbed Phillips' dangling foot and punched him hard in the stomach.

"Ahh

"Phew, bah, bah."

Phillips snorted in pain, then spat in Quake's face as quickly as he could.

"You're disgusting!!"

Quake trembled with rage and turned and ran to the sink beside him.

Seeing this scene happening next to him, Hank closed his eyes helplessly.

"Shut the mouths of both of them." Bode noticed the farce that had taken place and commanded with a cold face.

Moments later, both Phillips and Hank's mouths were taped.

Quake, who had thoroughly washed his head, strode over and looked at Phillips angrily, "Soon it will be your turn, and I am very much looking forward to that moment."

Leaving behind the harsh words, Quake walked over to the altar and woke up the woman lying on it.

Then he took out the syringe from a small box next to him, which was a well-prepared anesthetic that kept people awake and immobile.

He nudged the needle, and the clear liquid squirted out of the tip of the needle.

(End of chapter)