Get out of the way, Tiga is getting bigger [Comprehensive British and American]

Eight o'clock in the morning.

The weather was still gloomy, but the light rain was getting smaller and smaller, and finally stopped slowly.

Sherlock shook his somewhat wet shirt sleeves, walked slowly and indifferently, and looked around carefully.

This is a small park in Queens.

A few days ago, morning exercisers found the body of the first boy, Andrew Kelly, by the lake here.

After the rain, the shore of the lake became a little wet and muddy, but probably because the citizens were unwilling to approach, some traces and footprints could still be seen nearby, and the fixed lines of the traces of the scene were still drawn on the ground, which was very clear.

Sherlock narrowed his eyes to look around, then turned his head to look the other way.

On the stone path leading to the lake in the park, two men were walking slowly, preparing to leave, and a police car could be seen in the distance. Police officer George, whom he had only seen half an hour ago, was standing beside the car. Looking here.

Sherlock keenly heard what the older man said: "Every body dumping site is chosen in a place that is easy to find, such as the lakeside in the park, the large trash can on the street, and the resting chairs on the roadside... he Crimes are being committed every day, new victims are being kidnapped. He behaves recklessly and desperately craves attention, or arrest, and hopes that someone will stop what he does."

"He should be a white male in his twenties, thin, taciturn, weighing no more than 20 pounds, with a car that can be used to commit crimes, probably a forensic science major, and a strong sense of counter-reconnaissance—"

"Wait." The black brother next to him asked, "Gordon, you mean he is the same type as the victim he chose?"

Sherlock pursed his lips noncommittally.

It turned out to be an acquaintance.

It seems that the Mr. Morgan I met in the store last time is not an ordinary person.

"I don't think so." Sherlock strode over, habitually raised his hands near his temples, mobilized his memory, and said at a sudden speed, "The photos of the three victims in the news attached The jaws are slightly discordant, not only because the tongue was cut off, but also in the lower part of the photo, it can be seen that there are sutures down their throats, their chests are slightly flattened, and the first person has the most serious signs of man-made damage —he must have done more than simply cut off their tongues. You call him the 'Tongue Out' for another reason."

Sherlock looked straight into Morgan's eyes and said without hesitation: "—he opened the victim's chest and pulled out the internal organs together with his tongue."

This is a declarative sentence.

Both Morgan and Gordon noticed this and couldn't help but glance at each other.

"Do you know anyone?" Gordon noticed Morgan's surprised expression.

The black brother nodded subconsciously: "It's a clerk in a store I know."

——Obviously the last time we met, this clerk was so clumsy that he couldn't even open the cashier, did he have such sharp insights in this regard?

"This is a typical forensic method." Gordon nodded, but did not pursue it. "The details are indeed not disclosed to the public. This is to avoid causing panic."

"Although it has caused panic." Morgan shrugged.

"Did you just say 'don't think so'?" Gordon still remembered the words Sherlock came over to say during his analysis just now.

"Although he used forensic methods, the traces were rough and the sutures were badly stitched. This is not the performance of an old hand, he is still learning. If I can check it, the third person is definitely worse than the first. Human technology has improved a lot. And the traces of forensic medicine are too conspicuous, completely undisguised." Sherlock said, "Compared to the fact that he studied this major, I think his behavior of pulling out his tongue and internal organs is different. There is a moral."

"Is there another meaning?" Gordon pondered a little, acquiescing to the speculation in Sherlock's words.

The two were just surprised for a moment, and they accepted Sherlock to communicate with them very well.

After all, as soon as Sherlock reasoned, his aura changed obviously, his eyes were sharp and sharp, and anyone could see that he was a detective.

Because of the rampant and continuous crimes committed by the tongue-drawer this week, the public panicked. While the New York police were under pressure, they had no choice but to seek help from the behavioral analysis department of the FBI, hoping that they could analyze the characteristics of the murderer and help the police solve the case.

Senior profiler Gordon and his team members rushed over from Virginia overnight, and Morgan was one of them.

Sherlock's eyes stayed on the faces of the two for a long time, and seemed to have some impressions.

"Let's go." Gordon suddenly woke up from deep thought, turned around and said, "We have to go to the next scene. The police will have a meeting at eleven o'clock, and we have to complete the criminal behavior analysis before then."

"Time is getting tighter and tighter." Morgan gave chase with a headache on his face.

"Maybe you still need a little help." Sherlock said meaningfully, with his usual pride on his face, "I don't know anyone who is better than me in observing the scene."

——If you change your identity, change your country, and cooperate with the police, you have to change your communication method, right?

Sherlock is not stupid, he is unfamiliar with the place, if he still treats others in the same way as Sheriff Lestrade in London, those cases will definitely not let him get involved.

The analysis progress here starts to expand a little bit, and the method on the other side is more crude and direct.

Steve called Tony, who was connected by Jarvis himself.

"Although I think the police must have seen the surveillance, but Jarvis, I still hope you can help analyze the surveillance of all electrical stores near this address, and find a young Asian named An Chunzhi." Steve Standing in front of the alley on the phone, his voice was calm, but his expression was a little anxious.

This is where the ability to pronounce Ann's full name comes in handy.

"I still need to find out if there are any suspicious people or suspicious vehicles." Steve paused, but still didn't say the following guesses.

Jarvis responded immediately: "Understood, Mr. Rogers. Please wait a moment, the data analysis and comparison will take about 5 minutes."

"please."

After Steve hung up the phone, he turned his head to look in the direction of the Ping An store, and quickly walked into the alley to search for it.

He had already asked just now that the fastest way to go to the nearby electrical appliance store was to go through this alley.

Now it's just waiting for Jarvis to find any clues.

Steve blamed himself a little.

...if only he had seen the reports sooner.

It suddenly occurred to him that one person was missing.

Yes, where did the young Watson go?

Meanwhile, in the basement of the Tongue Ejector.

After listening to what the system said, An Chunzhi went back from Kurt's dumbfounded gaze, and tied herself up again.

"An...Boss Ann, what are you doing?" Kurt asked in a trembling voice.

He watched in horror as the young boss pinched the iron chains tied around his body intently.

"Oh, I suddenly think it's better for us to wait for rescue—since there's that person guarding outside, and you don't have the strength to escape." An Chunzhi bent his wrist with great effort, and carefully broke off the wrist with his fingers. Little by little, the iron chains were hooked up and squeezed together by force.

It took him a long time to do this, trying to get back to his original self, not to have finger prints on those chains.

Suddenly there was the sound of unlocking the door again, and the heavy iron door creaked and was pushed open.

An Chunzhi and Kurt looked at each other nervously, he quickly tilted his head halfway and closed his eyes, pretending that he hadn't woken up yet.

When Kurt looked at each other, his body began to tremble again, and there was some confusion in his eyes. He was not sure whether the rescuer had come or that person had returned.

But just a few seconds later, that figure appeared in the basement again.

The tongue-drawer held a long knife stained with dried blood in his hand. The blade was wide and sharpened.

An Chunzhi's eyes quietly opened a crack, observing quietly.

Kurt's eyes widened slightly, and an uncontrollable shattering whimper of fear came from his throat. He shrank back tremblingly, struggling desperately.

"Don't...don't, don't kill me!" Kurt cried and begged, he thought the tongue-drawer was coming to kill him.

Tongue Ejector was still dressed in the same hood and mask, only showing a pair of nervous eyes, which showed the opposite madness and calmness.

He walked over and stared at Kurt for a while, then suddenly laughed, and urged: "It's so ugly to cry, smile at me."

An Chunzhi was a little puzzled.

Kurt's whole body trembled even more. If he hadn't been tightly bound, An Chunzhi suspected that he would twitch and fall limply to the ground.But even so, Kurt tried hard to squeeze out a distorted ugly smile, mixed with fear, very weird.

—he knew he had to laugh.

Yesterday's man was just blindly afraid to cry, and ignored those requests.The demon got impatient and brutally killed the man.

"It's not vicious enough." The voice of the tongue-drawer was a little cold with dissatisfaction.

Kurt's expression became even more distorted. He tried to show a trembling smile on his face, and there was a hint of hatred in his eyes.

"Yes, that's it." The tongue-drawer raised his long knife, patted Kurt's face with the blade, and said in a daze: "You always show this kind of expression, you didn't think about today, did you? "

"I...I'm not..." Kurt seemed to want to refute, but he didn't dare to say anything.

The man who pulled out his tongue ignored him, and looked at An Chunzhi with a sigh: "The police should find me soon. After killing you two, how many more can I kill?"

Kurt trembled even more, his eyes rolled up, and he looked like he was going to faint.

An Chunzhi couldn't pretend anymore, opened his eyes and asked:

"Why do you want to kill us?"

He added sincerely: "Even if you want us to die - you have to understand it, right?"

The one who pulled out his tongue was silent for a while, and actually agreed: "It's time to talk."

"When I killed Andrew, I was a little nervous and didn't talk to him. When I killed Matthew, he knew everything. What's the name of the third person... I can't remember." He squinted his eyes a little indifferently, "But it doesn't matter anymore, I won't remember what your names are."

Kurt gasped, rolled his eyes back again, barely held himself back from passing out, opened his eyes precariously, and waited for the tongue-drawer to continue.

An Chunzhi was irritated by the tongue-tipping man's attitude of contempt for human life, he broke free from the iron chain suddenly, and walked over with his wrists moving.

"System, then follow what you said, and wash their memories in a while." An Chunzhi finished speaking angrily in his heart, and in the shocked sight of the tongue-drawing person, he raised his hand and punched him, "I really can't bear it." I can’t hold it any longer! Finish the beating first and then listen to him!”

The man who pulled out his tongue fell down in response, and fell to the ground with a dull and heavy sound, and he screamed.

"Then don't bear it—don't slap your face!"

"Slapping his face is easy to leave marks, and he has to be treated." The system commanded, "Slapping his stomach, do you know where it is?"

"Uh... don't know the exact location?" An Chunzhi's momentum weakened a little, and his voice also became quieter.

"..." The system was definitely hating iron for steel again, so it had to change the way to say, "Anyway, it is the place where his chest is not protected by ribs! You must beat him hard and kick his joints. Knees, this is where you know where?"

The system teased him.

"I will do this!" An Chunzhi punched him, and the man who pulled out his tongue curled up into a ball, his eyes widened in pain and he couldn't speak.

The mask on his face was also off, with a distressed expression, struggling weakly to touch the knife on the ground next to him.

An Chunzhi sneered, pretending not to see, kicked the tongue-ticker's knee vigorously, then bent down to wipe off the footprints.

"Yes." The system sounded extremely relieved.

A fierce light flashed in the eyes of the tongue-taker, and he grabbed the knife and slashed at An Chunzhi's body.Kurt screamed in fright, but An Chunzhi didn't hide or dodge.

"What?!" The tongue-drawer was shocked.

The knife slashed firmly on the young man who was beating him violently in front of him - but it was useless.Except for a cut in the clothes, he didn't even seem to have cut a cut in the opponent's skin.

"Is your knife too blunt?"

An Chunzhi snatched the knife without even looking at it, grabbed him by the collar aggressively, picked him up, and slammed into the wall next to him, knocking him so hard that he almost couldn't get up, and his face turned pale .

"You can." The system was stunned for a moment, and was extremely relieved. "What is this called? Learn from one to the other?"

"Okay, let's erase the memory." An Chunzhi threw the tongue-drawer who was paralyzed in his hand to the ground, refreshed, "Now don't you say that I am a poor host, right?"

"I'm quite discerning." The system didn't directly praise An Chunzhi, but turned a corner proudly.

"But you have to go back first." He reminded, "Pinch the iron chain back, I guess this guy will be able to recover a little by then, and I will erase the memory."

"I have to pinch the iron chain again." An Chunzhi was quite relieved at first, but when he heard this, he got a headache again, and walked back with a bitter face.

"..."

Kurt looked at Boss An's face in shock and bewilderment, and was so frightened that he didn't dare to ask anything.