The sky was pitch black tonight, the moon was hiding in the clouds, and the sky was dotted with a few sparse stars.

130 West Kowloon Street.

When Thomas and Dean arrived at the scene, several police cars were parked nearby, and two ambulance crews were carrying the body covered with a white cloth on a stretcher into the ambulance.

Dean turned on God's perspective and glanced into the white cloth, where a woman with a pale face and a clear strangulation mark on her neck was lying inside.

He turned his head.

A police officer was cordoning off the entire front yard, and a few companions were not far away to check in with other residents of the neighborhood.

In the courtyard at the door of the house, another burly, Mediterranean, poker-faced, with a typical American ass chin, with a straight waist, is talking to a man with tears in his face.

Thomas led Dean into the cordon, and a sobbing voice came to his ears.

"My Carter was alive and well before I left the house in the morning, and asked me to come back early to celebrate her birthday." "But the bank was so busy that I didn't leave work until nine o'clock in the evening, and when I got home from the gifts, I saw that the doors and windows of the house were wide open, and she was lying on the kitchen floor, with a black bruise on her neck, stiff and cold." ”

"God, why did you take my wife so cruelly!"

The man's eyes were obviously red with emotion, but his fair-skinned thin figure and the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose made him look feminine.

Dean who walked closer felt a little awkward and frowned unconsciously.

"Mourning, man, I'll miss you first."

The Mediterranean detective greeted the man and led Dean and Thomas to the edge of the garden in the front yard.

He glanced at the curious baby like Dean.

"The case is in charge of the fifth group. You shouldn't be in this kind of place, especially Dean, you're still volunteering, it's not in order. ”

"Don't be so serious, Team Leader Karl," Thomas explained, "Dean will join the LVPD sooner or later, now just see it in advance, don't forget Lake Mead, we all owe him once!" ”

"Well, Dean, don't go into the house, and don't touch the evidence..."

"When I'm a camera, it's fine." Dean nodded.

Carl begins to tell the two about the ins and outs of the case.

Carter Burton, the hostess of the house, was killed in the kitchen, and the cause and time of death are still under investigation. She is Chinese New Year's Eve and works as a teacher at a nearby school for special children. ”

Carl turned to the man in front of the door,

"This is her husband, Bud Burton, the first person to find the deceased, thirty-two years old, working in a nearby bank, and the couple lived in this house for more than three years."

"Teachers and bank clerks," Dean muttered, "are decent professions." ”

"This neighborhood is kind of an old-fashioned white neighborhood... There are requirements for residents to work, the law and order situation is very good, and I remember that there have been no major cases in the last five years. "But if nothing else, house prices will fall after this time." ”

"Can I talk to him?" Dean glanced at the sad man not far away,

"Yes, but be careful, boy."

……

"You have a very good relationship with your wife." The three of them returned to the man,

"We have been married for three years, and we have always been loving and harmonious... There has never been a fight, and the neighbors can testify. The man swore without raising his head, "I love her more than my life, and I'd rather trade my life for her!" ”

"Don't be too sad, the only thing we can do now is to catch the murderer."

Dean was comforted, and then stared at the system, "In the past few days, has your wife ever had a feud with other people, and there have been some small disagreements and contradictions?" ”

The man thought for a moment and shook his head,

"Carter is cheerful and welcoming, has a good relationship with neighbors and colleagues, and everyone likes her."

"She's a person who can't hide her words, and she will definitely tell me if she has something on her mind, but she doesn't."

Carl began to brush the floor and record,

Dean racked his brains and asked,

"Has she been behaving unusually lately, such as sudden nervousness and nightmares?"

The man shook his head firmly,

"As her husband, I didn't feel anything out of the ordinary."

"So when you get home, do you check everything in the house?" Carl stopped Dean with a third question, asking instead, "Did you lose any valuables?" ”

"As soon as I got home, I discovered... I noticed that she had stopped breathing... The man wiped the sparkle from the corner of his eyes with the little finger of his right hand, covered his mouth and choked, which made Dean even more awkward, "I dialed 911 and searched all the bedside tables and closet drawers in my bedroom. I remember very well that there was a thousand dollars in reserve money in it, but it was taken, and Carter's box of gold jewelry was missing. ”

"Are you sure it's lost, didn't you forget it somewhere or dispose of it?" Carl asked.

"I'm sure."

Carl began to swipe through his notebook.

"Describe the characteristics of lost gold jewelry."

"A necklace of prismatic gold clasps... A gold ring with openwork rosettes... The weights are..."

"Is the ticket for the purchase of jewelry still there?"

"Well, I'll give it to you later."

……

The men chatted for two hours in front of the door.

Until twelve o'clock in the evening.

The flash and clicking of the indoor camera all stopped.

Several police officers dragging a huge plastic bag and Holden Ford, who had a bulging document bag under his arm, left the room.

Taking a deep breath, he slowly took off his white gloves, and his expression could not hide his tiredness.

"Holden, why are you here?" Dean waved at him,

"Assist in the investigation, I'm preparing to inform you tomorrow." Holden was a little surprised to see him.

"Mr. Policeman, have you found the murderer?"

Bard eagerly gathered around and asked,

"I can understand your feelings." "But first we have to bring the evidence back and analyze it... You have to perform an autopsy on your wife and combine all the evidence to come to a reliable conclusion. ”

"What about Carter, is she walking in pain?" Bard's tone was cautious, his eyes pleading,

"Judging by the current examination, she is walking very quickly," Holden hesitated, "without much torture and no signs of assault on her body." ”

Bud breathed a sigh of relief, wrapped his fingers in his chest, and gritted his teeth,

"Everyone, please help me catch the murderer!"

The man's words landed.

Dean suddenly moved, and a hint flashed in front of his eyes.

You trigger a new event - the dead wife.

When a woman is brutally murdered by a break-into home on her birthday night, you'll need to use all the abilities you've mastered to quickly solve the case, find all the suspects, and bring them under control!

Event difficulty: Easy

Progress: 5/100

Duration: 48 hours

Bonus: 40 XP

Penalties: None

……

"Rest assured, LVPD will never spare a criminal," Holden concluded, "If you have any details or are threatened personally, please contact us immediately." Now, take a shower and get some sleep. ”

……

The group left the compound, put away the cordon and had a preliminary discussion in front of the police car.

"How did Carter die?"

Thomas asked Holden,

"The killer sneaked into the house from outside the window, took advantage of Carter's food in the kitchen, attacked her from behind, strangled her by the neck, and strangled her to death."

"She struggled with her feet and had residual killer dander in her fingernails." Holden shook a black wire in the file bag, "The murder weapon is this electrical wire." ”

"The murderer's strength was great, and based on the characteristics of the boot prints and strangulation marks found in the room, I could roughly tell that he was close to six feet three (1.9 meters) tall, weighed at least two hundred pounds, strong, but by no means bloated and obese."

Dean glanced at the system, Holden just said a few words to the point, and the progress of the investigation went up by ten percent.

"Bud mentioned that a sum of cash and expensive jewelry had been lost in the house," Karl added with his hands on his hips, "The murderer is probably a big black man who has murdered for money, everyone, go back to work overtime, check the surveillance footage in the neighborhood, sift through the criminal files that have left a criminal record, and find out who meets the requirements, remember, six feet three, two hundred pounds." ”

Holden nodded, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, "The hair fingerprints found in the room and the residue of dander in the deceased's nails are used as references, which can be used for secondary screening to lock down the real culprit." ”

"It's that simple?"

Dean glanced at the system, and the investigation was fifteen percent progress.

"This is just the most preliminary analysis." Thomas shook his head and smiled, "But reality is often tortuous, even contrary to our analysis. ”

"Yes, there are some things I can't figure out," Holden bewildered, "and the murderer only wants to make money, and he can't kill such a pretty, weak woman." ”

"Judging from the traces, it was too crisp and decisive, as if it had been planned for a long time."

The crowd fell into deep thought.

……

"It's getting late, Dean, go back and rest, and we'll take care of the rest."

Carl opened the door of the police car and sat inside, apparently not intending to let the rookie follow up any more.

“OK。”

Dean said goodbye to Thomas and Holder, and made a pretentious detour home for a while.

"The police have the investigative methods of the police, but two days is definitely not enough time to gather all kinds of evidence and analyze it, well, it takes more than two days just to test all kinds of evidence."

"To complete the event in two days, I had to use another, quicker method."

Dean made up his mind and drove back to Bronco and back down West Nine Street.

At this time, it was two or three o'clock in the morning, and the streets were darkened and the houses were all in dead silence.

Dean put on his backpack.

Relying on the agility of 12 o'clock, he avoided pedestrians and vehicles and silently returned to the vicinity of No. 130, where the crime occurred.

Dean opens God's perspective outside the room, observing things within ten meters of the room through a wall.

It was pitch black, and there was no one in sight.

Safe!

He crept into the room on tiptoe and landed silently through the window.

A quick check on the first and second floors showed that her husband, Bud Burton, who had lost his wife, was not in the house, and there was no one in the bedroom, toilet, storage room, or basement.

But Dean thought about it, not everyone had the courage to spend the night in the house of someone who had just died, even if it was their closest family members.

No one is more convenient.

Dean closed all the curtains and windows, went to the kitchen where the crime occurred and sketched a white figure on the floor, took out the ritual suit from his backpack, placed it on his knees, and slit his left index finger with the tip of the board.

Tick tock.

Blood streaked across his fingertips and dripped letters and numbers on the motherboard.

The pale handwriting was stained crimson.

Dean took a deep breath and relaxed.

In fact, the full ceremony also requires things like sage, incense, candles, etc.

But this is not the first time Dean has mastered balance meditation, and he no longer needs to rely on external objects to concentrate and relax.

His blood-stained left hand pressed the board against the board, and then slowly pushed the board around the board.

One lap.

Two laps.

He cleared his throat at the sound of the board rubbing against the motherboard,

"Friends get together, sincerely."

"The soul is near, I have come to summon you."

The board rotates around the motherboard again and again.

Dean's calm voice echoed in the claustrophobic hall,

"Now I'm going to start divination, and ask the good spirits who are wandering in this house to listen to my words."

"Dear Madam, Carter Burton, is your soul with me?"

Dean held his breath and waited for two seconds.

Brush –

A gloomy wind ruffled the curtains of the hall.

A sudden surge of power surged out of Dean's hand, pushing the board to slide onto a word—

YES！

First time!

Di An's head couldn't help but be a little excited, once he was born and twice cooked, continue to practice, maybe he can become a professional investigation master in the future!

But he suppressed his excitement and spoke again.

"Ms. Carter, the murderer sneaked into your home in the middle of the night and hurt you, and I have great sympathy and regret for this."

"You don't deserve this kind of misfortune, I've decided to help you catch the murderer, but I need you to answer a few questions honestly, have you seen what the murderer looks like?"

Zizi.

Sliding board –

NO。

Dean wasn't surprised.

The killer suddenly strangled her neck from behind, and it was indeed unlikely that she could see the face.

"So do you know the identity of the murderer, or hear his voice, and notice any of his physical features?"

Zizi.

This time the board moved along the motherboard for a long time.

Every few seconds, there is a pause in a word or a letter before piecing together a sentence.

"Her voice, young, magnetic and warm, contralto."

The murderer turned out to be a woman.

Dean stared into the darkness, "She spoke to you when she attacked you?" ”

“Yes。”

Dean's eyelids jumped, what kind of murderer would talk to the victim when he committed a crime,

"What did she say?"

Swift movement and patchwork of the board brushes and brushes -

"I'm sorry, Bud is mine, I have to."

Dean finished reading this sentence and twisted his eyebrows.

According to Holden's previous preliminary analysis, the murderer was one meter nine or two hundred pounds.

According to Ghost Carter's confession, the killer possessed a magnetic contralto.

Then Bard has a very unique taste, and he doesn't like slender and beautiful women, but likes strong women.

……

"So..."Dean shuddered at the back and looked into the void and asked, "Ms. Carter, is your husband Bud cheating?" ”

Zizi –

The board swings.

“YES。”

"What is Bard crying and crying, is it all about loving you like life?" Dean's tone and demeanor were full of pity.

The board pieced together a large part of the answer.

"Bud is a model husband on the surface, hugging me every day and saying compassionate words to me every day when he comes home, but often uses overtime as an excuse to come home late at night."

In front of Dean's eyes, a dull pale face appeared in the pitch-black air.

The board continues to move.

"Bud doesn't love me anymore, he's more like a sister and sister who are not related by blood."

……

There was a moment of silence in the room.

"There is a big discrepancy between the truth and Holden and Carl's analysis, not just a burglary and murder, but also to solve the love rival."

Dean analyzed that the progress of the investigation of the incident had reached 40 percent.

……

"Looks like I've found the right direction."

"Bard intersects with the murderer."

"All I have to do is remind Team Leader Carl to keep an eye on Bard, and sooner or later I'll be able to find that strong woman."

Dean thought about it, glanced at the description of the incident, and shook his head violently.

"No, let the COPs ask slowly, squat, inefficient, the limited 48 hours may not be enough, I have to change an unconventional way of thinking, a more direct and decisive way to find out the real culprit!"

"Ms. Carter," Dean looked into the void, "do you know where Bud often goes to relax, or does he have female friends who resemble the murderer?" ”

The board pointed to "NO".

"Then please tell me some secrets that only you and your husband know."

The board moved quickly.

"Bud has a mole on his back..."

"Bud hates pasta so much..."

Dean took out his notebook and recorded the secrets, and then spoke,

"Last question, Ms. Carter, what are your unfulfilled wishes? I'll do my best to help you out. ”

Zizi –

The last line was engraved on the board.

"Punish the murderer severely."

"Where's Bud?"

"Let him do what he wants."

Dean nodded, and suddenly stood up, and at the same time raised the board, his left eye looking ahead through the lens.

In front of the kitchen window stood a lady in an elegant black dress, with beautiful features and a plump body, but her face was pale and bloodless, and her eyes were unfocused like a simulated doll.

Dean raised his voice with a solemn expression,

"The murderer will pay."

After Dean finished speaking, Lady Spectre bowed shallowly to him, turning into a burst of blue light and slowly disappearing.

In a hidden corner, the invisible darkness draws it in.

Dean stared at the empty darkness, put away his equipment and cleaned up the traces in the room, and laughed to himself,

"What is it to help the Spirit fulfill his last wish? Superpowered detective? ”

"No, the spirit provides me with clues to capture the murderer and complete the event to get a reward."

"And I give them a 'hand' in return."

"Fair and just, that's my way."

In a whisper, Dean's figure vanished.

Darkness and dead silence returned to the house.