The original quiet streets, screams one after another.

Nearby vehicle alarms were also triggered by the shock wave, chirping and croaking.

With a sound of vomiting, Ethan was relieved.

This is a concussion from the shock wave of the bomb, and I can't die, just rest for a while.

It was the unlucky patrolman who was stabbed in the thigh that was probably the most seriously injured, and here at the scene, it was that guy who screamed the loudest.

"I'm fine."

Rusek dragged the man to the side, and after confirming that it was okay, sat down on the ground.

"No problem."

Atwater also made an OK gesture and got down on one knee.

Both of them were gasping for breath.

Despite the distance, they were also shocked, and their heads were still in a state of vertigo.

"I've called for support."

Erin put down her phone and ran to the hapless patrolman to rescue him.

Raising his head, Ethan looked at the small building in front of him.

The flames inside were blazing, and the thought of going inside to investigate was extinguished.

In front are shotgun traps, incendiary bomb traps.

Who would have thought that York, the bastard, would suddenly make a big firecracker here, but he was also puzzled as to why the other party didn't put the detonating device in the house.

It is estimated that few of the people in such a bomb team will survive.

He could only say that he could not guess the idea of neurosis.

A few minutes later, ambulances and fire trucks rushed in, spraying water into the house incessantly, and more patrol cars rushed over to maintain order at the scene.

When this happens, there are many times more onlookers than just now.

Erin finished her business, gasping for breath and looking around.

Her gaze froze, and then quickly shifted away.

"Hey."

Walking up to Ethan, she said in shock, "Behind us, there was a white man in a yellow coat who looked a lot like York. ”

As she spoke, Erin pulled out her phone and quickly clicked out York's picture.

"Got it."

Ethan glanced at the photo, lit a cigarette and walked to the side.

Circled around and moved briskly behind the crowd.

Yellow coat, bald head.

There weren't many people who met these two criteria, and it didn't take long for him to set his sights on it.

It is rare to see people who dare to swagger at the scene of the crime after doing these things, but given the mental condition of the other party, anything can happen.

Ethan pushed through the crowd and walked quickly behind the bald man.

Erin also turned around and stared at the man.

Sensing that he had been discovered, the bald man smiled, his expression was calm, and he was about to leave.

"Where do you want to go?"

Ethan quickly glanced at him, moving his feet to block the way, this man was York.

The way was blocked, and York didn't care.

The corners of his mouth turned up, he raised his hand and smiled and said hello:

"Hey."

All this was expected by him.

"Smack."

A heavy slap in the face, a lightning bolt.

The strength was so great that his eyes were full of stars, and his body staggered a few steps to the side.

This response was not what he expected.

"York."

Ethan immediately pounced on him, knocked him over, grabbed his arm and shook it vigorously: "You're arrested!" ”

"Ahh

The screams of pain frightened the surrounding crowd into a roar.

"It's a bomber."

Seeing that those people wanted to raise their phones, Ethan said coldly: "If you are not afraid of death, you will stay." ”

The effect of this sentence is like a clean street tiger.

The distance of dozens of meters was suddenly vacated, and the crowd of onlookers ran faster than rabbits.

At the same time as putting the man down, Ethan quickly groped around York, not even under his crotch, and after making sure that there were no explosives on him, he took advantage of the situation and pulled it hard.

"Fack!"

A wail, heart-rending.

Although he didn't know what was going on, the sound made the man in the distance can't help but clamp his legs.

"Laugh."

Ethan pressed his neck hard and pressed York to eat ash on the ground: "Keep laughing for me." ”

That expression just now made me very unhappy.

Give Ethan the feeling that everything is under York's control.

But it's true, this guy definitely took the initiative to show up, he must have been observing nearby just now, and now he feels like it's almost, and he will come out to show up when he enjoys it.

Perhaps in this neurotic heart, this is the beginning of the protagonist on the stage.

He's addicted, but he's not addicted.

This kind of person must not give him a chance to scream, and he will do whatever he wants to make a mess.

"Boss."

Erin took the lead, and several people ran over quickly.

"Close the car."

Ethan slapped York on the head before letting go.

The latter relieved himself and looked sideways at Ethan, the corners of his mouth still smiling, but he was much more embarrassed than just now.

Seeing the firefighter coming out of the house, Ethan hurriedly stepped over.

"Fake."

York looked at his fleshy fingers, and finally lost his smile.

The pain in his body made him break out in a cold sweat.

"How?"

Walking briskly to the side of the house, Ethan stretched out his hands to the firefighters: "What did you find inside?" ”

"Nothing."

The other party lifted his helmet, shook his head and said, "It's a burned dwelling, and there are no stumps in it." ”

"Okay, thanks."

Ethan nodded in acknowledgment and looked at York, who was being dragged over, "Take him back to the police station." ”

Since Professor Webb's wife is not here, then the answer to everything is on York, but whether he can pry his mouth open, Ethan said that he does not have much hope.

If it can be solved so easily, it is not called neurosis.

"Alright, the man has been caught."

Ethan slapped the whiteboard: "Next, what do we need to do?" ”

"Find someone."

Russec raised his hand and shrugged, "Lady Webber doesn't know whether she is alive or dead now, and only York should know her whereabouts now." ”

Whether they are dead or alive, they have to find people.

The people who had been scattered all over the place just now had already rushed back, and even Dr. Webb had taken him back to the police station.

"York's fingerprints."

Erin raised the information in her hand: "I have already done a match, and the fingerprints taken from the previous two murder scenes are basically the same, and now it can be determined that he is the murderer." ”

"What is his purpose?"

Ethan bit the gum in his mouth and continued to ask: "Please, this guy has made so many things out, and now he has taken the initiative to surrender, he must want to achieve some goals." ”

In fact, this case is somewhat inexplicable.

It's like a neurotic game played by a neuropath, so it makes me a little dizzy.

"Based on what you and Erin have learned."

Olinski took off his peakbill hat and said in a deep voice: "Actually, let's not think about things so complicated, what York wants to do, it has always been clear. ”

"All he wants is to hurt Professor Webb."

"So no matter where Mrs. Webb is, he must be here around that goal."

(End of chapter)