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

In fact, it is very easy to knead the iron chain together. For An Chunzhi, it is as simple as kneading plasticine.

But this feeling is similar to binding him with a circle of plasticine. He has to painstakingly re-knead the broken section into the shape of an iron chain. If there is a little crooked edge, it will look strange.

It was this point that gave An Chunzhi a headache.

"I really hate that I haven't learned handwork." An Chunzhi complained in his heart, "I'm clumsy."

"There is still time to learn." The system comforted him.

Also.

The person who pulled out his tongue was still paralyzed on the ground as if he had been frozen, and he had not recovered from the beating.Kurt was also hung beside him, astonished and quiet as a chicken.

An Chunzhi has pinched it once, so she is a little familiar with it.Complaints belong to complaints, and this second time, he quickly pinched the iron chain back.

"Ready? Then I will erase the memory." The system prompted, "Since this is the case, let me explain to you by the way, the same person cannot erase too many times, otherwise he will become an idiot."

"If you still want to do something later, you have to worry about Kurt Miller - such as pretending to accidentally knock him out or something." The system thoughtfully made a move.

An Chunzhi nodded, then tilted his head to maintain the tied posture just now, showing an expression that nothing happened.

Kurt Miller blinked, his eyes became confused, and he shook in a trance.

The one who pulled out his tongue groaned, moved on the ground, froze for a while, and then struggled to get up.

He hunched over and picked up the knife unsteadily, grinning his teeth in pain, his face under the hood was a little pale, and his eyes were a little dazed, as if he didn't know what happened, and subconsciously looked at An Chunzhi who was the closest.

An Chunzhi added in time with a dazed and timid expression: "You suddenly fell down. And... still fainted for a while."

The tongue-plucking man raised his hand to touch the back of his painful head, and then covered his throbbing belly, which was also painful. He searched around with his sinister eyes, and settled on the uneven ground and the very close wall. On the ground, he cursed angrily: "Damn it!"

Then, as if venting his anger, the tongue-drawer hit the ground a few times with the back of his knife, walked to the side and changed his place to stand.

"Where did you say it?" The tongue-drawer tilted his head, and regained his dangerous aura, "Oh, why did I kill you?"

He didn't seem to care about the order of killing at all. Now that he was closer to An Chunzhi, he began to gesticulate with An Chunzhi's face with a knife, and let Kurt Miller go. And a little worried.

The tongue-drawer gestured repeatedly, and his voice became trance again: "Look at your expression, how calm you are, contemptuous and disgusted... Don't look at your thin and innocent appearance, I don't know you are a xx !"

It was the first time An Chunzhi was scolded as xx: "..."

He took a deep breath, forced a smile on his face, and silently recorded this matter in the small notebook in his heart.

I'm sorry, but his calm expression is because he just finished beating the tongue-drawer, so there is really no fear.

"Yes, that's the smile!" The tongue-drawer's emotions became intense in an instant, and he pressed the tip of the knife against An Chunzhi's cheek fiercely, causing him to flinch subconsciously.

Kurt looked even more worried, and was so frightened that he didn't dare to blink.He was afraid that in the next moment, the tongue-picker would cruelly cut Boss Ann's jaw open and cut open his belly. He laughed heartily when he watched people scream and die in agony...just like he did yesterday. The same happened to the man I saw.

"Who always smiles at you like this?" Kurt was terrified, but he was not afraid of death when he heard Boss Ann asking, "Andrew or Matthew, or who? Have you killed him?"

The one who pulled out his tongue seemed to have regained his composure when he was asked this question, and answered happily, "Of course it's Matthew."

"Andrew...Andrew is just an unlucky guy." The tongue-drawer admitted, and said regretfully, "I was so clumsy at that time, I learned a lot of theoretical knowledge online, and I only dared to sneak into the university classroom to listen to a few lectures. It took me a long time to deal with him, I just wanted to find someone to practice with - but just seeing his innocent look makes me mad with hatred, so blame him for being so similar to Matthew."

"And then finally it was Matthew's turn."

There was a terrifying smile on the face of the tongue-drawer that made people shudder.

……

"You speculate that the murderer may have an Oedipus complex?" Morgan asked inexplicably.

"This is a possibility. You have to take a closer look at the information of these victims."

Gordon had already returned to the police station at this time, staring at the photos of the victims on the small blackboard, and said, "Their common characteristics are not only thin body, restrained personality, but also underage boys."

"None of them has a mother yet."

Sherlock followed calmly to the room assigned by the police to the behavior analysis team. Hearing this, he held the information paper and read thoughtfully:

"...Andrew's mother died of illness. Matthew's parents died in a car accident when he was seven years old. After Arthur's parents divorced, he lived with his father. It is very likely that the parents of the fourth missing person, Kurt, did not get along. On the day of the disappearance He had a big fight with his mother in the morning."

"Maybe the murderer didn't choose them intentionally when he picked his targets. Subconsciously, he thought those mothers were innocent and betrayed." Gordon said, "This may be related to his own experience, perhaps a similar background .”

Reed, who is also a little thin in the behavior analysis group, has a clear interface:

"——that's why he punished their sons for those mothers, and he started killing people with this idea."

"I remember you said that taking out the tongue and the internal organs together has another meaning?" Morgan's first reaction was to think of Sherlock's guess.

Sherlock had already thought of something else. He put his hands in his pockets and asked confidently, "Why does the murderer find the target every day and commit crimes for several days in a row? How can he know their information so well?"

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

"There must be the same person around them. He needs to observe them, or he knows them at all." Gordon raised his voice slightly, strode towards the cardboard box containing the victim's information, and said to the other team members,

"Take a closer look at the chain of relationships around them, check their mental reports from childhood to adulthood, family background, living environment, and those monitoring, and extend the time forward for a few months or half a year to find out if there is anything suspicious. people."

Police officer George, who was listening at the door, hurriedly ordered the police officers to come in to help, and the room was suddenly in a hurry.

"We're looking for a young white man with an Oedipus complex, who is emaciated and withdrawn, and who is likely to have a family background similar to the victim's," Gordon said.

The police's investigation was getting better and better, and Steve received a call from Jarvis after finding nothing in the alley.

"Mr. Rogers, the orders from the electrical store and the traffic monitoring along the road show that the Mr. An you are looking for disappeared when he passed through an unmonitored alley after buying a TV." Jarvis reported what he knew,

"Because on the No.15 Avenue outside the alley, the owner of the Ping An Store is showing that Mr. An."

"I know." Steve's face sank, he held his mobile phone and looked around the alley, clenched his hands weakly.

"But—" Jarvis's voice actually sounded again, and he hadn't finished speaking.

"According to my judgment, Mr. An must have been taken away by the 'tongue-pull', so I cross-checked the relationship network and related monitoring around the first four missing persons, and found that a suspicious figure had appeared many times. "

"What?" Steve's expression turned into surprise in an instant, and he suppressed his mood and continued to listen.

"Although there are not many places where he appears in the surveillance, the analysis is very likely to be the same person. So I took advantage of the opportunity to find out an address where he drove to the suburbs half an hour ago. Mr. Rogers, I need to send the address to for you?"

"Send it here." Steve couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart.

He desperately wanted to rush over to confirm whether Ann had been caught by the tongue-thrower, and whether she was safe now.

"Matthew, Matthew..."

In the basement, the tongue-drawer repeated the name over and over as if sighing.

His expression just now was so terrifying that Kurt's breathing suddenly disappeared in fright.

"Matthew has liked to pretend to be good since he was a child." The tongue-drawer said slowly, "He is not in good health, but he is still cute, always smiling innocently, relying on his tragic life experience to win my mother's affection for him. "

"He is a devil, but everyone regards him as a pure and lovely little angel. Since childhood, if something goes wrong and gets beaten, he will become me in the end. Also, I have never defended myself. He just watched Laughing, very innocent."

There was hatred in the eyes of the tongue-taker, and only his resentful voice echoed in the quiet basement.

"His tongue is like honey, and his good words coax my mother to treat him better than my own son. I don't know what to do, I can only admit it. But he shouldn't, he shouldn't." Should……"

The expression of the tongue-picker suddenly turned ferocious, he grabbed An Chunzhi by the collar, and pulled him towards him.

"He shouldn't have betrayed my mother!"

"Since you like to please my mother so much, and you say that you treat her like your own mother, don't make her sad! As soon as an aunt I've never heard of appeared, he followed her away? And said it was him The only remaining relative?"

"Easily gained my mother's affection, but threw it on the ground and crushed it without cherishing it? Does he know how sad my mother is!"

The one who pulled out his tongue roared with envy and hatred, his eye circles were a little red.Under his emotional excitement, he didn't realize that An Chunzhi, who was being held tightly by him, was not blushing or out of breath, acting like a normal person.

The tongue-drawer adjusted the angle of the tip of the knife and pressed it against An Chunzhi's chest. A nervous smile suddenly appeared on his dark and pale face, and he was no longer angry.

"So I dug out his tongue so he couldn't say those deceptive words anymore. But it was too cheap for him, so I cut his chest open to see if his face could be used again. I smiled innocently."

The voice of the person who pulled out his tongue became softer and softer, "It's wonderful."

"So... If you want to blame, you can only blame him for being too similar to him." The tip of the knife under his hand exerted force, ready to stab in and cut An Chunzhi's chest.

"I can't help it, let's wash the memory again." An Chunzhi said in his heart.

Is Sherlock still coming?If he doesn't come again, he will really have to solve it himself.

He really didn't want the police to link this matter with superheroes, so he wanted to investigate again.

Before the system could reply, the iron door of the basement was knocked open with a "bang". The movement was so loud that it almost seemed to be blasted, and it bounced back against the wall and made a loud noise.

A furious figure rushed in, smashing the vase in his hand.

An Chun was taken aback.

——The tongue-drawer who was close at hand screamed, his expression twisted in pain, and he fell to the side face down.He probably hit his nose, and with a crackling sound, he stopped motionless on the ground in embarrassment.