The daily life of American drama detective

Chapter 86 The Consequences of Poisonous Tongues

"I heard that you are helping the police investigate and hunt down that scary serial killer. What's your name?"

On TV, the male host continued to follow the script.

"Bloody John."

Patrick Jane nodded and said, "He will draw a smiley face on the wall with the blood of the victim. As far as we know, he killed at least 8 women. The police asked me to try to lock him with spiritual power, see Can I sense what kind of person he really is?"

"How did you do it?"

The male host asked everyone's curious question: "How to lock him with spiritual power?"

"Well, Davis, you know that."

Patrick Jane smiled and used the classic American phrase "you know" to the male host Davis, and then began to talk nonsense: "The real madman burns like fire, and there will be a cold, dark I forced myself to stare at these flames, and then I could see the figure of the villain, this time the villain was called John the Bloody Hand, he was an ugly and tortured little man, a lonely man, sad, How sad."

CBI headquarters.

"How dare he!"

JJ stared dumbfounded at Patrick Jane who taunted Bloody John on TV.

"finally come."

Gideon squinted and murmured, "When you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes into you."

Detective in charge Hotchner stopped JJ and Reed with his eyes, and did not say in detail what this scene represented.

The TV interview continues.

Patrick Jane freely displayed the charm of a successful man on the TV. The male and female hosts cooperated seamlessly. Hearing the reminder of the explosive effect of the program from the headset, he smiled brilliantly.

late at night.

Satisfied, Patrick Jane finished the interview and drove back to his villa in the suburbs.

This is a luxurious villa, surrounded by floor-to-ceiling windows, and the lighting is particularly good. Through the glass, under the dim light of the night light, he saw the piano in the living room, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help showing a curve from his heart.

His angel baby daughter Charlotte has now started to learn the piano under the guidance of her mother. When he saw the piano, he couldn't help but think of the beautiful picture of their mother and daughter playing the piano together.

Holding the key, he gently opened the door and entered the house. He pushed the small stroller that his daughter randomly placed aside. He went upstairs briskly. On both sides of the stairs were various happy family photos. Slowing down his pace, afraid of waking up his sleeping wife and daughter, the smile on the corner of his mouth suddenly stopped.

In the dim light of the night light, he saw a note pasted on the door, and an ominous premonition hit his heart.

He walked in and saw that it said: "Dear Mr. Jane, I don't like people who slander me in the media, especially those dirty liars who are mercenary. If you are a real psychic, not a Deceitful scumbag, you don't have to open the door to see what I've done to your lovely wife and children."

Patrick Jane unscrewed the door with trembling hands, and the door opened with a creak. In the dark room, a beam of light hit the wall seen from the front, with a blood-red smiling face on it.

At this moment, Patrick Jane's heart seemed to miss a shot, and countless pictures appeared in his mind.

He was originally a poor boy, and he was led by his liar father to follow the American touring circus and amusement parks in country fairs all over the United States to cheat money.

Perhaps he inherited the gene of the liar's father. He is very talented, coupled with the careful teaching and training of the experienced liar's father, he can easily deduce a person's basic situation through appearances before he is an adult.

His father began to use him to swindle big money, but the first time he was carefully designed to catch a little girl with cancer from a rich family. When medical skills could not save her, her family began to resort to mystery.

And he is playing the role of a magical boy who can communicate with mysterious existence. He has to make a decision against his ancestors and sell the ancestral crystal with mysterious power to this rich family to treat the little girl's cancer at a sky-high price.

Everything went well, but he looked at the yearning eyes of the little cancer girl, and finally flinched, choosing to break with his father and go out alone.

An underage boy wandering alone in the society, even if he is very talented, he did not go as smoothly as he imagined, and he really suffered a lot.

Then he met her, a girl named Angela, Angela, her family is also a member of the itinerant touring show, but she has transformed from a small business to a large playground, and no longer needs to rely solely on cheating. If you make money, your family is quite rich.

To him, a poor boy, she was like a princess of a rich family.

Very clichéd and classic, the princess fell in love with the poor boy, and was even willing to elope with the poor boy, married him, and now gave birth to an angel daughter for him.

With a happy marriage and family, and a thriving career, he feels that everything is so beautiful, and he enjoys it to the fullest. He has long forgotten the caution he used to be a liar and a mouse, and he speaks and laughs freely, showing off his talent wantonly.

It wasn't until he saw the blood-red smiling face lit up on the wall that he realized in horror that he had made a huge mistake.

This is the classic mark of John the Bloody.

As for how Bloody John treated those women, as the supersensory detective who hunted down Bloody John, he had read the dossier.

It's just that what is achieved on paper is superficial, and I know that this matter has to be done.

Only at this moment did he truly understand what this blood-red smiling face meant to the victim's family.

He walked stiffly, held the door, and walked in slowly. His eyes were dazzling red, and he couldn't help closing his eyes in pain.

His daughter Charlotte is still young, and when he comes home late, his wife Angela always sleeps with her daughter.

There were no wives and daughters on the bed, and the bathroom in the master bedroom was half open, revealing light.

Enduring endless fear and pain, he staggered and ran over, only to see two figures, one large and one small, lying in a pool of blood.

"Angela, Charlotte..."

Patrick Jane sat there paralyzed, making a heart-piercing cry.

His screams echoed throughout the room.

"Are you still talking cheap?"

After a long time, when his hoarse crying turned into a whimper, a deep voice suddenly came from the darkness.

"Who?!"

Patrick Jane suddenly looked towards the dark corner of the bedroom.

"Who is the lonely, sad and tormented man now?"

Accompanied by the sound, the figure slowly walked out of the darkness.

"It's you!"

When Patrick Jane saw the face exposed in the darkness, he was stunned, and then he reacted, and suddenly stretched out his hand to grab the figure in the pool of blood. The place where he started was not a normal skin touch, but a plastic feeling. After he understood, he wiped his tears, cursed loudly, stood up and rushed over with red eyes: "son of a bitch! Chuck Wolfe, you bastard! You are too much!!! "

(End of this chapter)