The daily life of American drama detective

Chapter 70
"Killing is killing, how can there be any new life?"

Chuck kept spitting out words.

He believes that the hooded punk girl has such a father, so he needs to find this person, or let this person never come out.

"When you really see him, you will understand why death can bring new life."

The hooded punk suddenly calmed down, her eyes were playful and cruel: "I promise!"

"So he had plausible criminal concepts."

Chuck nodded: "He has his own unique criminal symbol, which makes people know at a glance. He does things high-profile, but he is extremely low-key and stable. He hides himself so well that even his own daughter dare not say his name, even It's not clear what happened to him, it sounds like he's a nationally known serial killer who has never been caught by the police."

The face of the hooded punk girl changed.

Chuck saw it, and continued: "Then let's meet your father now, Zodiac, Jigsaw, Ogre..."

He just continued to read the names one by one.

"what are you doing?"

The hooded punk taunted with some anxiety: "Are you going to read all the famous people?"

"Correct."

Chuck said frankly: "If you are not imagining, then your father's name must be on these lists."

"Do you know how many such celebrities there are in America?"

The hooded punk sneered, "And what if you know?"

"According to FBI data, there are 382 people who fit the profile."

Chuck looked at her: "Listen, thank you, because of you, we can lock him up and let everyone see him. You want to meet your idol father too, don't you?"

Seeing the hooded punk trembling slightly, Chuck said frankly: "It seems that you don't really want to see him now, also, for a person like him, all feelings are indifferent, if you know that because you exposed He has hidden his identity information for many years, and the scene of a daughter filial to her father is predictable."

Speaking of this, regardless of the fear in the hooded punk girl's eyes, she looked at her, and chanted in her mind a list of profiles that fit the hooded punk girl's description: "Triple Killer, Rib Killer, Ice Cream Killer... "

Just like that, the names of serial perverted killers who became famous one after another came out of Chuck's mouth.

The police detective who gave up his seat to Chuck, even though it was not the first time to cooperate with Chuck, was still stunned by Chuck's unimaginable way of handling the case.

Will this work?
One name in 3 seconds, and 15 minutes later, Chuck read the 300th place easily: "Bloody John."

Then it stopped.

Because even though the hooded punk girl who had already been frightened and uneasy bowed her head and did not dare to let Chuck observe her expression, the micro movements of her body still did not hide from Chuck.

"It turns out that your father is the famous Bloody John."

Chuck nodded.

Bloody John, a serial perverted killer in California, likes to draw a smiley face with the victim's blood in a conspicuous position after the massacre, so that people, especially the family members of the victim, will first see the unbearable crime scene. Seeing this symbol, felt endless fear.

After all, the fear of the unknown and the imaginary is the greatest fear.

"My father will definitely kill you!"

The cruel pride of the hooded punk girl was completely shattered, screaming in fear and despair.

She knew exactly what kind of person her father was.

Although she did not take the initiative to explain this situation, it is actually no different for a father like Bloody John.

"Have you seen him?"

Chuck ignored her incompetent rage and continued to use the big data polygraph screening method to collect more detailed information about Bloody John.

The hooded punk just looks at him with hatred.

"What a pity."

Chuck shook his head: "You admire him so much, but you haven't even seen his face."

It's a real shame that he couldn't recreate Bloody John's appearance through the perspective of a hooded punk.

He is an excellent micro-expression lie detector, and is naturally proficient in facial features. As long as he is given enough time and keeps asking questions, he can completely construct the image of a father in the eyes of a hooded punk girl.

Moreover, he is proficient in painting, and he dare not say that the true appearance of John the Bloody Hand is 100% like a photo, but finding someone according to his painting is not much worse than taking a photo.

It's a pity that the hooded punk girl has talked so much, but she hasn't met her father at all.

"How did you know that John the Bloody Hand belonged to your father?"

Chuck ignored the hooded punk girl's silence, and continued to ask, "Where's your mother?"

outside the interrogation room.

"Student Justin, I surprised you, are you okay?"

The headmistress who rushed over expressed condolences to the survivors of the incident.

Justin didn't know what expression to respond, so he could only remain silent.

Seeing this, the female principal pursed her lips, and looked away to the detective who knew she had come out of the interrogation room: "This detective, although I don't want to say this now, you also know that Princeton University is a top university in the world. The university is the pride of the United States and a sacred place for academics from all over the world, such a shocking incident must not happen."

"I know."

The detective nodded, looking puzzled.

This case is too difficult, and it is becoming more and more difficult. However, whether it is an evil organization hunting down female college students from famous schools, or a serial perverted murderer like Bloody John, they all have their own traffic. Once a little news is leaked, it will inevitably attract people. Crazy pursuit of various media chasing traffic.

As a local police detective, he fully understands the negative impact of this kind of incident on a prestigious university like Princeton University, and is willing to do his best to cooperate in eliminating these adverse impacts, but he cannot make any guarantees.

"The FBI has taken over this case."

At this time, a graceful woman in a tight skirt walked in, spoke with a British accent, and said confidently.

"Kate, you're here."

The headmistress is overjoyed.

"Director Joyner."

The police detective frowned slightly: "You guys got the news so soon? This is New Jersey."

"It's also the New York metropolitan area."

The British woman nodded to the headmistress, then looked at the police detective: "As the director of the FBI's New York branch, I have the right to take over this case."

"Detective, it's better for the FBI to take over this case."

The headmistress advised.

Again, the FBI is the largest law enforcement agency in the United States, with abundant resources and sophisticated means. Many times, a warning from the FBI can cover things up and keep them from being known to the outside world.

In addition, she knew the director of the New York branch, so of course she trusted the director of the FBI New York branch more than the detectives of the local police station.

The police detective watched the headmistress and Kate Joyner, the director of the FBI's New York branch, sing together, as if he couldn't grasp the meaning of this matter. Although he was unhappy, he knew it was true, and nodded helplessly: "Now the bureau's Counselor Dr. Wolfe is interrogating and has obtained many key pieces of information."

"Is that Dr. Chuck Wolf?"

Commissioner Kate Joyner looks into the interrogation room through the one-way glass.

(End of this chapter)