Chapter 3 Section 2 imitation

But I don't want to go to the archives to collect clues about this case. On the contrary, I want to see the only "copy cat" left in this case. Obviously, it is not very possible to find out about Romeo's current whereabouts from the imitator who is still in custody and is said to be performing poorly.All I want is probably the mental state of Romeo at the moment he swung the knife—I have to admit that this wish may also be a bit extravagant.So, I'm instinctively wanting to meet the impersonator in this case for a while - I've got to say, I've grown a little bit prouder since my last case went well: not a good thing.

I remembered the story old Jim told again—in fact, apart from the story he told today and the sporadic reports I saw in the newspapers a few years ago (and I didn’t pay special attention to it at the time), I didn’t know much about this case. not much.If you look at it entirely according to the former, the story itself fabricated by old Jim is not weak in appeal, but there are many puzzles: Why did Eliza put on a costume and go to the White Swan Bridge?Apparently she has an unusual relationship with "Romeo the Scythe".Then, when Eliza died, the police naturally searched for the suspect from among her acquaintances. How could they fail to find the murderer and let him continue to commit crimes?

In any case, the police will lock down a few important suspects. Could it be that after the serial killings in the second or third year, will these suspects be cleared of suspicion due to lack of time and motive for committing crimes? Eliza's stepmother.If the so-called Romeo was really her lover, and he was manipulated by her to kill someone.Killing Eliza is still plausible (for reasons that are still unknown, maybe she reported on the adultery between her stepmother and her lover. There are many guesses.), but what about the next seven people?Now that she had successfully eloped with her lover, why would she risk returning to Free Will City every year to kill an unrelated person?

I say "return to Free Will City" here because I made Eliza's stepmother the most important suspect in the first place—the police probably think so too.If she hides in the city of free will and instigates her lover to kill one person every year, she can still "disappear" without being discovered by the police or reported by good citizens-this is certainly not impossible, but for eloped men and women, Obviously not a good choice. In terms of motivation, the biggest doubt in this case is—"Why do you kill an irrelevant person at about the same time every year?"

Such serial killings seem to have no behavioral necessity except to satisfy the perverted sensory pleasure of the perpetrators.And choosing "about the same time every year" is probably one of the necessary factors to satisfy this pleasure. From the psychology of the "copy cats" to spy on the psychology of the real perpetrator, although there is little hope, there will always be some connections and similarities more or less—at least I think. Is it really a full moon night?Is there really no connection between these victims? ——These can only be judged after consulting the data.

Nanmen Prison is quite far from the Eleventh Bureau—there are four bus transfers on the way.Therefore, while sitting on the subway, I was able to have time for the above random thoughts. Just by shaking my police officer ID, the prison guards let me in, and the guards in the prison were all lazy. It is a miracle that there has been no escape from Nanmen Prison so far. A short prison guard led me to cell 709—it was not time to visit the prison, and I was an agent, so I was able to enjoy the special privilege of directly entering the cell and breathing oxygen in the same small space as the prisoner. treatment.

From the prison guard named Meppen, I learned that the copy cat’s full name is Kanpur Gran, a Polish immigrant who likes to eat pepper and honey cakes. May Peng specially found half of the leftover pepper and honey cake, wrapped it in a piece of letter paper, and gave it to me. "If the guy doesn't talk to you, does the hold work?" Meppen said. When I walked into the prison cell, the guy who liked the pepper and honey cake was reading a book-it seemed to be a book: A book for reading in a prison cell. Kanpur's hair is very long - I thought there was a rule in prison against long hair.In addition, what surprised me was: on the small table next to the wooden chair, there was a half-pack of Camel cigarettes and a copy of this issue of "Viewpoint" magazine.It seems that for Nanmen Prison, none of the plots seen on TV or in novels are applicable.

Maypen slammed the iron door loudly, and Kampl obviously knew that I had entered—I was a little embarrassed, and I couldn't help but think of Peterfield's analogy with the leftover salad.Sitting on the edge of the bunk next to the wooden chair, I began to wonder where there might be a fire ax hidden in the corner of this room. "? Who? Why bother me to read?" Kanpur looked up suddenly, and I was only a book away—in fact, anyone in my situation would have been taken aback. Forgive me for not mentioning May Peng's gender earlier - she is a female prison guard. I don't know how others will, at least for me, when faced with a pale, beautiful lady instead of a pale, long-haired man asking me this question suddenly, the shock is not too serious - I finally I didn't cry out, and tried not to let Kanpur see how panicked I was at that moment.

I suddenly felt that she was smiling, although I couldn't see any expression from her pale face. She finally saw my panic, I thought. "Have you any pepper-and-honey cakes?" "?what?" "Pepper Honey Pie!" I handed her the half-wrapped pepper honey pancake.She understood it, snatched it up, tore the letter paper randomly, and ate it with her mouth open, without caring about the appearance. She might be famished - but how could she even think of asking me for pepperoni? "? That's the smell on you." "what?" "Aren't you thinking, why did I ask you for this thing?"

Kanpur shook the small piece of cake left in his hand, swallowed it without waiting for my answer, and took out a plastic bottle from under the small table, unscrewed the bottle cap, took a sip of water, and began to suck his finger head. "? Maypen gave it to you. Didn't it?" "That's right. Didn't you have lunch?" "It's been a few days. Otherwise, why am I so eager to eat? Don't you have any reasoning ability?" "? Well, my brain is not very good. Have you been punished?" "Nonsense! That bastard woman Maypen, she's taking revenge on me!"

Kanpur said this very loudly, so Mepen knocked on the iron door with a nightstick outside to signal her to keep quiet-she must have heard what Kanpur said. "why?" "During the airing last Thursday, I teased her again." Kanpur seemed quite proud. "Do you often tease her?" "Just tripped her. I hate the smell of cheap perfume on her. Is it tasteless?" I admit it, the strange scent of Ms. Maypen's perfume is indeed very pungent. "Fortunately, the old bastard is retiring in a few days,? Well, are you taking over?" Kanpur asked me. "? Exactly. I don't have much experience, but I want to know how to get along with everyone - May Peng suggested that I talk to you." The status of a successor prison guard is of course better than the status of a junior police officer who came here after four stops, I think. "You're right. I'll always be here, hehe?" Kanpur smiled, showing his white teeth. "Then we might be friends. How long have you been here?" "? Well, I don't remember clearly, it must have been a long time." Kanpur shrugged. "Your life is good!" I pointed to the cigarettes and magazines on the small table with my eyes. "Spiritual life? Well, my boring stepmother can give me these. Cigarettes are an exception." Kanpur lowered his head and continued to look at her. Inmates in the prison can receive letters and printed matter parcels, but I don’t know that cigarettes can also be included in the reception—according to Kanpur’s words, the only enjoyment in her material life is limited to this cigarette . "How did you get in?" "Kill." Kanpur didn't lift his head. "I'm more interested in this, can you tell me?" Kanpur suddenly smiled, but the smile froze on his face.A tear fell on the page, and she reached out and wiped it: "If you are not afraid of going to hell every night, just do it." Her hands trembled. "'Scythe Romeo', have you heard the name?" Kanpur's hand trembled again—she closed the book. "That's another name for Satan. Bernhardi and I, ever wanted to be his disciples?" Kanpur began to sob, and tears dripped down, wetting the cover of the book. "Happy Bourne, he's dead. I didn't have the guts? I? I'm going to die here anyway? Heaven has abandoned me, hell has abandoned me..." Kanpur covered his face with his hands.She was crying, and I didn't know what to do, so I just sat quietly. Meppen knocked on the iron door again, and Kanpur pulled the blanket over the bed, wiped his face, stopped sobbing, and looked dull. "That little girl, the ax Bourne handed me?" Kanpur bit the corner of the blanket, looked at a corner of the cell without focus, and muttered to himself. "? My hands were shaking. Somehow I raised that filthy weapon—I must have been possessed by a demon. I didn't even dare to look at it, but my arm swung straight down.Again and again. " "? The ax seems to be connected to my nerves. When I swung it down, it seemed that I tore her blood vessels, skin, and spine with my hands. The fishy smell was sprayed on my body. Face, hands, body, warm?" "? I took a shower for three days. I brushed my face and my hands fiercely with a brush. The water hit my body, but the stench couldn't be washed off. Finally, I broke myself hand, and was afraid that the thing would flow into the body, so he didn't take a bath, but hid in bed all day long, afraid of seeing the sun, very afraid?" "? Then I got better. For a while I was happy—Bourne said hell finally accepted us. But I still had nightmares every day, and when I woke up, I hugged Bourne tightly: he Hit me sometimes, but I don't blame him - I know his mood, the mood of killing someone, it's just like mine." "? Hehe, the messengers of hell." Camper paused, smiling, his eyes still empty. "? That was how many years ago, Bourne got excited at the mention of 'Shadow Killer' - I think? I don't know, he just paid special attention to him in the papers and news: I didn't know about 'Shadow Killer' Was it really in touch with Bourne - that's what he said." "? The first man he killed was an old man, and I knocked him out for him. I swear, I didn't know he was going to kill him. I couldn't stop laughing when Bourne pulled out the axe!It wasn't until Bourne kicked the old man's head in front of me, and the blood splashed on my ankle, that I was so frightened that I collapsed on the ground and even forgot to cry?" "Bourne was scared too—he cried in my arms, like a baby; Frozen in a cellar freezer like a cursed medieval talisman." "? I also knocked out the second person he killed. It was a bald middle-aged man. I was so flustered that I didn't notice if there was anyone near the alley. Bourne raised his axe, and I watched blankly ," "? He went a little sideways with the first axe, and the left side of the man's face was severed from the lip, the tongue dragged on the blade, and the top half of the head was sideways—I thought : That person should be dead." Kanpur's eyes suddenly opened wide, and his voice became much louder—Mae Peng knocked on the door again, with a very impatient voice. "? How do you know, how do you know? Before Bourne's second ax fell, the man sat up. His head was tilted to one side, and his eyes seemed to be falling out. making inarticulate grunts." Kanpur’s voice was not small. She looked at me with a weird smile on her face: "? Hey, I can understand what the dead man is saying. He repeats over and over again—'See you in hell'." "? Bourne wasn't too scared. After his second swing, the man's hand stopped moving. I don't know if I was screaming, but I saw someone down the alley. Coming right up - Bourne has his back to them, and they seem to be shouting something, I can't quite hear it." "? When Bourne raised the ax again, I heard a very crisp sound. I saw a red mark suddenly grow on Bourne's forehead - the ax fell down with him, and the blade was just right It landed on the neck of the dead man. That bloody head with no hair, mouth gaping, arcing through the air, landed in my arms?" Kanpur suddenly screamed, opened his mouth wide, and grabbed my neck with both hands. I was stunned by this sudden situation. I neither thought of pulling out my pistol, nor reached out to break her arm.I was pressed against the wall by her, waiting for death meekly for a second. Mei Peng rushed in just in time, she turned on the shock switch on the baton, and swung hard at Kanpur's back. Kanpur let go of her hand in an instant, but Mei Peng's stick didn't stop—she fell to the ground, tripped over the wooden chair and small table, her limbs curled up to protect her chest, and her hands and feet trembled uncontrollably.She seemed to have rolled her eyes from the electric shock, but she was still chanting in a somewhat delirious manner: "I hate pepper honey pie?" "I hate pepper honey pie?"