Chapter 50 fourth quarter

Monica came out of the bathroom with curls all over her hair, frost on her face, and a large safety pin fastened to the belt of her nightgown. "A big monster from outer space." She teased herself cheerfully. He took off his vest and coat, with a big leather shoe hooked on his hand, and sat on the edge of the bed looking at her with a silly smile. She made a pillow, covered her with a blanket, put on her glasses, and took a book from the bedside table. "What did you eat today?" "Didn't eat anything," he said nonsense. "The meal in the morning was too full, I didn't eat lunch, and I had a sandwich and a bottle of beer in the evening."

"A sandwich?" "One." "Which kind?" "Sliced ​​turkey, slaw, lettuce, and tomatoes." "No wonder," she said, nodding. "It looks very light." "I look light?" He bent down and unfastened the other large leather shoe.When he sat upright again, he found that Monica was still looking at him. "How is the case going?" she asked calmly. "Not bad. Just getting started." "Everyone is talking about the evil in the restaurant. At the meeting today, this matter kept being brought up. Uh, it's a chat, not a speech. Edward, everyone is talking and laughing on the surface, but they are actually scared to death."

"That's natural," he said. "Who wouldn't be afraid?" "You still think the murderer was a woman?" "yes." He got up, loosened his tie, and loosened his shirt.She still didn't read the book, and watched intently as he put the sundries in his trouser pockets on the dressing table. "I wasn't going to say..." He stopped and turned to face her. "Say what?" he asked. "I asked people if people thought the murderer was a woman. This is my own poll. I asked six people: three men and three women. The men all said it was impossible, but the women said it was possible. Is it any wonder?"

"Interesting," he said. "But I don't understand the reason for it—do you?" "I don't know. Men seem to have a higher evaluation of women than women themselves." He showered, brushed his teeth, put on his pajamas, and turned off the headlights in the bedroom.Monica turned on the small lamp by the bed.He went to bed and lay with his hands behind his head and eyes open, looking up. "Why would a woman do such a thing?" He turned around and asked. She puts down the book. "I thought you weren't interested in motives." "I didn't say that. All I said was that I wasn't interested in 'factors'. There's a difference between the two. Any policeman must be interested in motives. They have to be. That's how we solve crimes. Not psychological or social factors, but It is the direct motive. It is only important that a person arouses murderous intentions out of greed. As for the factors that cause greed, it does not matter much. What I want to investigate is what kind of direct motive caused a woman to make such crazy continuous Homicide? Retaliation? She stabbed the dead man's genitals. Could it be a woman who was raped?"

"It's possible," Monica answered quickly. "This reason is enough, and it doesn't even have to be rape. Maybe she has been used by men all her life, maybe they just use her as a sexual tool, making her feel worthless, so she takes revenge." "Yes, that makes sense. There must be some sort of sexual thing involved. Could she be a sadist?" "I don't think so," Monica said. "There are too few female sadists. Besides, sadists don't like instant death." "What about feelings?" He asked again. "She was abandoned by a man, and then vented her hatred..."

Monica pondered: "Impossible. It's sad to be abandoned by a man, but you don't want to vent your hatred by killing strangers indiscriminately. In my opinion, sexual issues are more reasonable." "It could also be fear, fear and men having sex." She looks confused. "I don't understand. If the murderer is afraid of sex, she won't go to restaurants with strange men." "Yes," he said. "It's normal for people to be attracted to things that they fear. But when she was in those places, the fear overcame the original desire."

"Edward, from your tone, she is quite a complicated woman." "should be." After looking up for a while, he said again: "There is another possibility." "what?" "She likes to kill. She enjoys killing." "Oh, I can't believe it." "It's because you don't feel it, like you can't believe that someone likes to be whipped, but it's true." "Probably so," she whispered. "Okay, now there are several motives for you to choose. Which one do you think it is?" He was silent for a while, then spoke:

"I don't see a single motive, but a combination of many. We rarely do things for just one reason. Can you name what kind of reason the Son of Sam did? So I thought the murderer was also motivated by several Driven by a combination of motives." "Poor woman." Monica said worriedly. "Poor? Do you sympathize with her?" "Of course," she said, "don't you?"