Broken sunlight shines through the lush foliage of the trees in the front yard, and the light shines on the faces of the two men.

Half as bright as day, half as dark as night.

"Mr. Holden, I'm curious, is the FBI so idle? You're not going to investigate? ”

Dean looked at the man warily, could it be that the DNA test was wrong?

"Dude, don't be so hostile, okay?"

Holden shrugged his shoulders, "I'll come over to remind you, your Colt M1911A1 is still in the LVPD, take your certificate of honor and medals, and you can pick them up at any time." ”

"By the way, your speech just now is very wonderful," Holder smiled and admired, "It makes my blood boil when I hear it, and I almost can't help but quit my job to pursue my life dream." ”

"You've won a prize."

"It's not too much, but I have a question."

He shook his head suddenly, looked into Dean's eyes, and took a step closer to him,

"If I'm not mistaken, you've been brave more than once, except for the one at Lake Mead, and another..."

"What do you mean? I don't understand? Dean unconsciously put his hands around his chest in a defensive posture,

"I'm a person who likes to study suspicious cases." Holden touched his nose, "Like the billionaire who fell to his death a week ago, James Lowe." Everyone thought that he was sick because he missed his dead son, and he was so grief-stricken that he jumped off the building and committed suicide after drinking. ”

"But people who make a fortune from casino restaurants often have a hard-hearted heart, and the possibility of suicide is very small." Holden carefully observed Dean's expression without blinking, but only saw a blank look on the other party's face, "Then I went to the hotel front desk and asked... Guess what I found out? The nineteenth floor of the hotel, tsk..."

Di Anxin sighed, this guy is haunted.

But he has repeatedly checked the video recorded from God's point of view, and there is absolutely no trace of the crime.

"Holden, I don't have time to guess dumb riddles with you, I'm leaving."

"James Lowe died on the twentieth floor, and you checked in on the nineteenth floor that night! There are no such coincidences. ”

Holden quickly followed him and ran into the parking lot,

"Last time it was Bob Lowe, this time it's his father, James Lowe... Why do you always threaten and intimidate me with inexplicable reasons? ”

Dean twisted the keys, opened the Ford's door, and slipped into the driver's seat.

Holden had no grace and sat on the front cover of the car as a scoundrel.

"The murderer did it seamlessly, and the surveillance cameras and bodyguards did not find a trace. But my gut tells me that you're absolutely involved. ”

"Did I hear me right? An FBI told me that the police officer is amazing, and he doesn't need to talk about evidence? ”

Dean slammed the horn of the car.

The shrill sound of a siren through the entire stop.

But Holden was unmoved, steady as an old dog, his eyes locked on to Dean through the car window. "Over the past decade or so of my career, my instincts have helped me solve dozens of unsolved cases and saved my life. Moreover, my main business is the study of criminal psychology, and for me, psychological factors are more credible than real evidence. ”

Dean took a deep breath, his patience had reached its limit.

Looking for a chance to kill this dogskin plaster without knowing it?

"Holden Ford, have I offended you? Why do you always have trouble with me, and you have to send a good citizen to prison? ”

"No, you're wrong, Dean, you're very wrong!"

Holden smiled suddenly, the corners of his mouth opening in an exaggerated arc.

The sun shone down on his pale face.

The smile smacked of sickness and madness, like that of a severely mentally ill person.

Dean quietly grabbed the steering wheel, and what the other party heard next completely subverted his previous impression,

"I never thought about sending you to jail. Because there is a reason for your actions, Bob used to abuse you... Isn't it normal for you to take revenge on him? Well, although there is no direct evidence pointing to you. ”

"As for his father, James, I've found a clue that a hidden account linked to the company he runs has sent money to the family accounts of the three killers in the Lake Mead incident. My gut told me it was James Lowe who was behind the killing, for the sake of his dead son! ”

But Dean's brow furrowed even tighter,

How dare an FBI say such outrageous things in front of him - revenge killings are excusable?

What are the remarks?

"You're ridiculously clean. All three gunmen and James are dead," Holden sighed, leaning his face to the window, "and there's no way to pursue it." ”

"Don't throw dirty water on my head." Dean emphasized in a calm tone,

Holden didn't seem to hear, and continued to indulge in his own world,

"Dean, in fact, you are very similar to me, in order to achieve the goal, do not hesitate to use unconventional means."

"You're wrong, I'm a normal person, and I have nothing to do with you." Dean said seriously,

"You're talented... But your current style is dangerous. Let me guess, you get excited when you take out the person who threatens you without leaving a trace. ”

Dean was expressionless.

"You think you are not wrong in the slightest, because you have benefited from it, you have not implicated the innocent, and you have gained a great sense of psychological fulfillment. You don't notice, there's an inertia here. ”

"The next time you encounter someone who offends you, even if it's just verbally, you'll still habitually start thinking about whether or not to kill him!"

Holden's voice paused, and a pair of eyes seemed to see through his heart,

"If I'm not mistaken, you're already trying to get rid of me, right? Your temper has slowly begun to become cold and irritable, advocating force. ”

Dean grinned happily, as if listening to a joke,

"This set of analytical theories is quite interesting, go on, how do I become a killer?"

He pushed open the passenger door, and Holden naturally sat in.

The car drove away from the parking lot and slowly drove down the road.

"I'll admit that killing is the easiest and quickest way to solve a problem, but it's addictive. Blood, fear, pain, and wailing will constantly bring out the dark side of the human heart. ”

"Now you feel that you have killed people who deserve it. But when the blood on your hands grows heavier, can you still guarantee that this principle will be strictly adhered to? ”

"Don't take me as an example, I said you got the wrong person for your complaints."

Dean stared nonchalantly out the car window.

"Then you're telling me a story."

Holden shrugged,

"I've been exposed to a large number of similar cases, where ordinary people inadvertently killed someone, but it was as if they had discovered a new continent, and dark emotions quietly grew in their hearts, and they began to repeat this accidental killing operation."

"Once, again... Cycle. ”

Holden's tone was quick and urgent,

"Just like sucking grass, the more they suck, the higher their desires, ordinary killing can no longer make them happy and satisfied, they begin to pursue more extreme ritualized crimes, with careful thought, and superhuman action, gradually grow into serial killers and demons!"

"I'm mentally normal."

Dean grinned in a mocking arc.

What is the PUA theory, a few sentences that determine that I am going to degenerate into a murderous demon?

Holden noticed his expression,

"Don't you see similarities between you? You have action, you have ideas, you have some unpredictable means, and most importantly, you've opened Pandora's box, and more than once. ”

"COPs, who have undergone a lot of professional training, still need psychological counseling after shooting and killing."

"But you, you've killed several people in a row, you've started to deviate from the rules, you could grow into a crazy criminal genius!"

"Can you stop making such ridiculous assumptions?"

"Don't be in a hurry to refute, have you ever heard of a saying that genius hovers forever between madness and order, and all great things are born here."

"Between madness and order?"

Not sooner or later, there happened to be several intersecting roads in front of the Ford car driven by Dean - an intersection,

"Do you see, you have stood at such a fork in the road, there are two choices - take a step back, forget everything that has happened recently, and be a low-key and honest person from now on, college, graduate, work, marry a wife and have children, and live an ordinary and orderly life, but if you do this, it will become completely mediocre."

Di An'an denied it, with the system, how could he be willing to live the life of an ordinary person?

"Of course, you can also take a step forward and continue to follow your style, be jealous and hateful, pick targets, commit violence and kill... Unleash your skills, your talents, your thoughtful mind, and... You'll get lost in it gradually..."

Dean tapped the steering wheel lightly with his index finger.

He's already doing that.

Assassinated James Lowe.

Search for criminal targets in Las Vega, carry out strikes, and increase your martial arts proficiency.

But so far nothing has been found.

He couldn't be lost either.

He has the system as a yardstick, and the events triggered by the system are-

Wait a minute.

Dean suddenly remembered a detail he had never considered or that he had subconsciously ignored on the day of the Lake Mead incident—

In the desperate situation of three gunmen going on a killing spree, there are two completely different choices for the events given by the system -

One is to kill three gunmen.

The second is to take advantage of the chaos to kill innocent tourists present.

Dean's eyes tightened.

What does this mean?

The system has no concept of good and evil, no bias and no position, if it continues to be in other events in the future, it constantly throws out the choice of good and evil to lure itself.

So, can you stay the course?

"For geniuses, doing good or doing evil is only a thought. If you are not careful, take a wrong step, you will fall into the abyss of crime and never recover. ”

Holden Ford noticed the change in his face, and his eyes twinkled, and he said those words slowly.

"Do you know about horse racing, there is a good horse now, but it is wild, bad-tempered, and can even attack innocent kinds."

"The trainer has a choice, castrate him, make him easier to handle, but it will rob him of its aura, its distinctive qualities."

"So the trainer put a blindfold on it, so that when the horse runs, it is no longer easily disturbed by the outside world, and it does its best, but it is still on the track, and it becomes a champion."

"I, Holden Ford, a psychiatric and criminal expert, am here to be this blindfold to guide you on how to run more steadily, safely, and without stray from the track and breaking the rules of the law."

"I'm here to keep you in balance between madness and order. So that you will not lose the potential of the champion and become a mediocre person, nor will you go astray and bury a bright future. ”

"I only have one request, you have to cooperate with me to do some psychological experiments once in a while."

Squeak –

Dean slammed on the brakes, and the car stopped on the side of the road.

The door opened, and he shoved Holden out.

The personable FBI almost didn't fall a.

But he still stubbornly pulled at the window.

"What do you want to do? What do I do as a psychologist and life coach? I repeat, Bob or James has nothing to do with me. I'm just an average high school student. Dean looked at him, his gaze as sharp as a falcon,

"Dean, if you're obsessed with crime, mysteries, killings, why not go the right way? I can recommend you to LVPD, start as a volunteer, and then I will personally teach you how to use your talents and talents legally and compliantly! ”

Di An's head moved, but he stubbornly refused,

"I don't need anyone to dictate my life, and I'm not interested in being your guinea pig."

Bang!

The car restarted, carrying Dean away as fast as it could.

"I'm waiting for you at LVPD, my door is always open for you!"

Holden Ford waved goodbye to the departing car, a confident smile on his lips.

The seeds have been sown and sooner or later they will take root and sprout.

"Don't keep me waiting too long."