Bruce had read about criminal psychology before, but that was all. After such a long time, he only had a vague impression of the outstanding protagonists. And the two people in front of him were undoubtedly two of them. Bruce was surprised that they actually existed in this world.
"Elena? What's wrong with her? "Bruce asked in confusion.
"Elena Wright didn't come home last night. Her parents reported it to the police this morning. There have been two murders in this town in the past two months. The victims were both blonde girls with similar characteristics to Elena. The local police asked us for help. "
"The FBI is good at solving cases?" Bruce picked up the teapot.
"We belong to the FBI's Behavior Analysis Department, also known as BAU. We provide behavioral and operational support based on the investigation of the suspect's behavior, experience, research, and psychological profiling of the criminal." Reid had brown hair and a slender figure, but his physique was thin and weak.
Bruce made a pot of tea. "Do you want some tea?"
"Thank you." Morgan was a black man with a strong body.
Bruce took out the paper cups and poured a cup for each of them. "Pu 'er."
"What?" Morgan asked.
"Pu 'er is a type of tea in China. According to the method of production, it's divided into raw tea and cooked tea. It has the effect of lowering blood lipids …" Reid talked endlessly. Seeing that both of them were looking at him, he picked up the cup and took a sip. "Uh … I mean, the taste is unique."
"Let's go back to Elena's question. When was the last time you saw her? "
Elena was Bruce's employee, a waitress at the dessert house. She was a girl who was still in high school. She worked four days a week from four in the afternoon to eight in the evening. The town's business was the best during this period — after school and work. At that time, Bruce had just inherited the dessert house. He wasn't familiar with the business and the skills weren't up to standard. After a while, he hired someone to help. Later, he learned that the girl's family wasn't very good, so he stayed like this.
"She left at eight last night after work."
"Is there anything special about her? Anything, like someone asking her out or being in a bad mood?"
Bruce thought for a moment. "No."
More than ten minutes later, the two of them left the dessert house. Probably because he had used his talent to stop the snow, Bruce felt very tired and dizzy. Seeing the unopened lunch box on the table, he felt like he had no appetite. He simply closed the door and went to the second floor to sleep. The first floor of Jones's house had been converted into a dessert house...............................
Bang! The sound of the door being violently kicked open woke Bruce up. "FBI."
Bruce poked his head out from under the blanket. Seeing the two men pointing guns at him, he felt like he was still dreaming.
.......... . quick.
It took Bruce two seconds to realize that he was not dreaming. Although he had no idea why this was happening, he obediently stretched out his hands and placed them on both sides of his head. Then, someone came up to pull off his quilt, locked his hands behind his back, and handcuffed him.
Before he was pulled out of the room, he said, "Hey, where's my human rights? Aren't you going to let me put on some clothes?" Although he had an eight-pack, the temperature outside was below zero. Besides, he definitely didn't have the hobby of walking through town topless. If he had known that this would happen, he wouldn't have taken off his clothes and curled up in bed no matter how dizzy he was!
In the detention room of the town's police station, there was a table with four chairs on both sides of the table. There were two police officers with guns and a camera in the corner.
Bruce was still dizzy. He felt that he had a fever. Although he had always been in good health, he could not bear wearing thin clothes after overdrawing his ability. Those bastards had only put on a long-sleeved shirt for him. He did not even have time to put on a jacket, so he walked in the cold wind.
The door of the detention room was pushed open and two people came in. "I'm Jason."
"Agent Gideon, this is Aaron."
Sitting down opposite Bruce, Gideon put down the folder. "Bruce Jones?"
"Yes," Bruce said lazily.
"You're Chinese?"
Bruce had black hair and black eyes. Perhaps it was because he felt that he was similar to himself in his previous life, but his facial features were more profound than before. "My father probably is, although I've never seen him."
"Bruce Jones, twenty years old, single parent family. In fact, we found that your mother, Tina Jones, has no marriage record. She might have gotten pregnant out of wedlock." Gideon opened the folder.
"And?" Bruce said coldly. Although Bruce had a handsome face that was recognized by many, when he was expressionless and looked at you with his seemingly bottomless black eyes, you would feel that he was cold and unreasonable, even a little dark and scary.
"Did your mother talk to you about your father?"
"What does it have to do with you?" His mother only told him that his father was a powerful person. As for more details, such as his appearance, how they met, and how powerful he was, Bruce didn't get an answer when he was young. When he was older, he didn't ask anymore.
"Do you resent your father?"
"I don't have any feelings for a stranger." Hatred was also a kind of emotion.
"Oh, although you haven't seen him, he's not …"
"You brought me here just to tell me this? I'm sure I didn't commit any crime. You don't have the right to imprison me. " Bruce interrupted Gideon. He didn't want to discuss this kind of strange issue with others when he was dizzy and cold.
"Okay, then let's talk about business. Here are some photos that I need you to take a look at. The first girl was found two months ago, and the second was found half a month ago. Both died from injuries caused by a sharp weapon in the neck. "Gideon took out the photos from the folder and placed them on the table one by one.
Bruce's eyes scanned through the photos. In the photos were the bodies of the two victims. The blonde girl's neck was cut in half. Both of them had multiple cuts all over their bodies, and they looked bloody.
After Bruce finished looking, the dizziness in his head made him a little impatient. "And?"
"Is there anything you want to say?"
"Erm …" Bruce paused and said dryly, "… I'm sorry?"
Gideon looked straight at Bruce for a few seconds, and Bruce looked back at him strangely.
Gideon pushed the second girl's photo to Bruce. It was a full-body photo. The girl's eyes were wide and lifeless as if she was still looking at them. Bruce took a closer look and felt that the girl looked familiar. But it was normal. The town had less than ten thousand residents, and the girl's age was about the same as his. Perhaps he had met her when he was in school or by chance in town.
"Elaine Hall," Gideon said. "The second victim."
Oh, yes, Elaine Hall, his ex-girlfriend.
More than a year ago, when Bruce woke up in the hospital, he saw the girl beside the bed. The girl said that she wanted to break up with him, and he said okay. Then the girl ran away with tears in her eyes and a strange smile. That was his impression of her.
At that time, Bruce had just "woken up". His previous life could be described as thrilling, and the eighteen years in this life seemed ordinary. In comparison, the difference was like the difference between a colorful 3D movie and a black and white photo. Other than Mrs. Jones, who he spent every day with, the rest of the people in this world were just images to him. It was difficult for him to have any feelings.
The same was true for Elaine. Their relationship was not because of love, but because Bruce felt that at his age, he should have a girlfriend. Mrs. Jones always teased him about not going on a date. Because of Bruce's handsome face, many people confessed to him. He just randomly picked Elaine.
Should he act like he was in so much pain that he wanted to die? Bruce rubbed his forehead with his index finger. His cold hand made his forehead feel hot, and he felt even dizzier. He did not have the energy to act like he was very sad. In the end, he just said coldly, "Yes, Elaine. And then?"
Gideon suddenly leaned close to him and said slowly, "Just because this girl dumped you when you were in a car accident, you killed her? In this way? "
"Huh?" What kind of development was this? Bruce was a little confused.
Gideon took out another photo. It was a blonde girl smiling. "Where is Elena? Where are you keeping her? "
F * ck, they think I killed one, two, and kidnapped the third one?!
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