A black Crown Victoria appeared at the top of the ramp, one of those old-fashioned big sedans that didn't have any logos but still exuded the air of a law enforcement officer.It was followed by a Chevrolet "Yukon," a V8-powered, burly utility station wagon that was part of the American spirit.The last thing that appeared on the top of the slope was a van with obvious signs. The black carriage was sprayed with the words "CSU" in bold yellow, and the full name of the unit it belonged to was sprayed below the three capital letters: "Pittsburgh Crime Scene Forensic Team" .After rushing down the ramp, the leading car began to accelerate, increasing its speed to 90 miles per hour, and the three-car convoy silently sprinted on Highway 79 north of Pittsburgh.

On both sides of the road is the endless northern wilderness. The wild grass and bushes are shining white in the sun. The summer sun scorches the road, and the asphalt road heats the air above it. Melted and boiled in general.Even though the air conditioner in the old Crown car was turned up to the maximum, the lawyer Nicholas Gu sitting in the passenger seat was still hot and sweating profusely. He kept wiping with a handkerchief, but the sweat kept coming out. The shirts under the armpits on both sides were soaked with sweat, and the two wet marks seemed to meet on his chest—this may be because of his slightly overweight figure and the tie that was tightly tied around the collar and refused to be loosened. made the situation so unbearable.

McCarthy, sitting in the back, is also feeling scorchingly hot, but the temperature is far from the immediate concern - they have been speeding at 80 miles per hour on Highway 79 for an hour, and they are less than 30 miles north , they will enter the jurisdiction of the Erie County Police Department, which means that they will have to notify the local county sheriff to jointly handle the case, which will cause a lot of trouble.McCarthy glanced at the "Professor" Kilgore Trout beside him. The "Professor" looked out of the window through the deep myopia glasses, with a calm expression, as if intoxicated by the summer scenery of the northern wilderness in the United States.

Everything is an illusion, and Detective McCarthy knows very well that the gentle guy next to him is actually a master of manipulating other people's minds, and any expression he shows is unbelievable. "professor……" "I know what you're worried about, detective." The "Professor" interrupted McCarthy. to the holster under his armpit, and the uniformed police officer sitting on the other side of the "Professor" has already pulled out the gun from his waist and put it on the "Professor"'s head.But they soon discovered that the handcuffs on the "Professor"'s wrists were not loose, and the iron chains connected to the restraints around his waist were also tightly locked—he just raised his hand to point out the window.

McCarthy withdrew his nervous hand from his armpit awkwardly, and signaled the subdued police officer to put away the gun with his eyes.He turned his head and looked in the direction that Kilgore Trout pointed. Within his field of vision, he could already see patches of woods. "We're almost there," said Kilgore Trout. "Sergeant, see that grove? That's where we're going." Three cars passed through the woods and stopped on a piece of soft mud beside the nameless river bend.This is a small creek formed by the confluence of the tributaries of Lake Erie, and there is always such a secluded place to cool off on the Great Lakes.Everyone couldn't wait to get out of the car, even the lawyer Nicholas Gu, who always cared about his appearance, no longer cared whether the mud would ruin his shiny leather shoes. "Damn old car!" he murmured under his breath, before standing professionally beside his client.

There are three abandoned vacation fishing cottages in front of everyone, but the two near the river are only wreckage. Obviously, the original builders underestimated the power of the summer flood that broke out in the tributaries of Lake Erie. Columbia Television Network's exclusive follow-up interview team began to unload their equipment from the "Yukon" car, set up the satellite dish, and the cameraman picked up the camera and began to shoot the test machine screen for the female reporter, riding in the same car with them Sean Miles, the public relations director of the police department, and another uniformed police officer followed the interview team, watching their every move, so that they could control the interview process at any time and avoid those who the Pittsburgh police department did not want to let the public know. The picture seen appeared in the camera - although this was the first major case in Pittsburgh in the past ten years, the interview was not broadcast live, so Sean didn't seem very nervous, and seemed to be able to handle it with ease.

"It's here." Trout pointed to the camera and pointed to the still complete wooden house.The atmosphere of the scene changed instantly. The previous air of getting out of the car to relax was swept away, and people began to get nervous. "In the house?" Ian McCarthy asked. "Professor" nodded. McCarthy waved to the accompanying uniformed officer to open the door, and the burly uniformed officer took out a large wrench from the trunk of the police car and knocked off the padlock on the door.All the police officers present, except for the on-site forensics team, had their guns drawn-although it was not strictly necessary, in the prior briefing, Sean Miles still asked every policeman to show his presence in front of the camera. Its tough side, lest it be upstaged by the most vicious serial killer in Pittsburgh history.

The wooden door made a hard groan and was slowly pushed open.Even in midsummer, the house was still gloomy and dark, with a musty smell of decay. The police officer turned on the flashlight, held it in his backhand, put it under the pistol, walked slowly into the house, and looked around for a week. "Safety!" Everyone put their guns back in their holsters.Sean and the interview team then entered the room. The photography assistant turned on the portable fill light, and the room immediately became as bright as the outside. "Professor" Kilgore Trout and his attorney Nicholas Gu cross the threshold, followed by another protagonist of the day - the one on the side of justice - Detective III of the Pittsburgh Police Department Ian McCarthy, then the Crime Scene Forensic Team and Assistant Coroner of the Toolbox.Only one uniformed police officer was left to cordon off the perimeter and guard the gate.

McCarthy looked around. The house was a one-story bungalow with no partition except the bathroom. Perhaps because of the accumulation of too much old furniture and sundries, the inside of the room was much smaller than the outside of the house. He thought this The room had room for at least twenty people, but when the forensics team entered the room, he barely had room to bend over to tie his shoelaces. The members of the forensic team frowned, showing an expression of extreme dissatisfaction. They have always been hostile to every layman who appeared on the scene, including the police—but there is no way, everyone who appeared in the room today People have their own good reasons, in comparison, they are relatively minor roles.

Nicholas Gu started to wipe his sweat again. No, something is wrong, even if it is occupied by debris, this room shouldn't be so cramped. Ian McCarthy's question was quickly answered. "Stop wasting everyone's time, Trout." He turned to the "Professor." "Where did you bury the body?" "Inside the walls," replied the "Professor." The on-site forensic team and the exclusive interview team only left one person in the room, and the rest were invited out of the room together with lawyer Nicholas Gu, barely enough space for the two uniformed police officers.At first, the lawyer insisted on staying with the client, but the "professor" whispered a few words to him, and he stopped insisting.Two police officers moved furniture and debris and began to demolish the walls with the shovels they were supposed to be digging.The layers of cement and putty on the walls were thick enough to cover up all the smells in the summer and keep two uniformed officers busy with shovels and hammers for an hour.When the cement crumbled and the shriveled corpses rolled out, a suffocating stench instantly filled the crowded space.

It's just a stench, nothing to it - every one of the guys who stayed on the scene has been to a scene much worse than this one.Even the female reporter of Columbia Television Network who stayed in the house just covered her nose and frowned, but still approached the corpse without hesitation, taking first-hand pictures with her small camera.Most of the furniture and sundries have been cleared out of the house, and there is enough space to accommodate everyone. Sean walked to the door and greeted the people who had been invited out of the house to return to the house. All attention was drawn to the corpse, and no one noticed Kilgore Trout. By the time McCarthy realized that something was wrong with Trout beside him, it was too late, and before he could react, the pale Kilgore Trout, nicknamed "Professor", committed all this murderous The serial killer of crime - has vomited all over him. McCarthy scrambled to avoid Trout's vomit, but the narrow space made it impossible for him to avoid it, and Trout continued to vomit, with a weak and vague "sorry" in his mouth—— Everyone stood there dumbfounded. It wasn't that Sean and McCarthy didn't think about whether the scene would be disgustingly bad.Therefore, the accompanying police officers seconded by McCarthy from the patrol team are all famous guys who dare to use the skulls of dead people as beer mugs. There - but no one expected it to be Kilgore Trout himself who vomited. The first to jump up was the commander of the on-site forensic team, a thin woman with short red hair. She shouted angrily: "Look at what you have done, you bastard! Get out of my scene!" McCarthy suppressed the anger in his heart and watched the police officers on duty at the door rush into the house and escort Kilgore Trout out of the house.He took off his ruined new suit and tie and began wiping the filth off his shirt and trousers with the back of the suit, muttering bitterly, "What a fucking brilliant act, you son of a bitch!" The embarrassing and frustrated Sean Myers must have thought the same thing in his heart - the devil has won himself a lot of sympathy points in front of the camera, but no matter how to prevent it, it is always the Pittsburgh police who make a fool of himself . Let's see who will have the last laugh——McCarthy threw the soiled suit on the ground violently, and the red-haired woman from the forensics team protested loudly from behind again. Kilgore Trout sat on the hood of the Crown as he watched the bodies in black body bags being carried out one by one and loaded into the van. one two three four. After the fourth body, no more bodies were brought out, and the subdued officers, the assistant coroner, the exclusive interview team and Sean Myers, the department's public relations director, exited the house one by one, with the last It was the detective who solved the case—a spat-up Ian McCarthy—with only the crime scene forensic team left in the room to finish their work. The group of people has been busy for more than four hours, everyone's face is full of exhaustion and hunger, but no one touched the soda and sandwiches prepared in the refrigerator of the "Yukon" car. McCarthy, who walked out of the door of the house, walked straight to Trout with the expression on his face that he would have when he wanted to beat someone up.Nicholas Gu stood in front of his client, Sean Myers gently took the police detective's arm, and whispered in his ear: "Don't do this, don't be in front of the camera." McCarthy stopped and stood face to face with Nicholas Gu. The lawyer fearlessly separated the client from the police detectives. McCarthy knew in his heart that he would be the first to give in without a doubt. He looked over the lawyer's shoulder, Staring at Kilgore Trout behind him, if only for a second longer. "Get in the car!" He almost squeezed these words out between his teeth. The uniformed police officer pulled Trout up from the hood of the car, and the lawyer said in a calm and sophisticated tone: "My client has fulfilled his promise, and now I want to know..." "Yeah, I'll do mine too, the deal hasn't changed." McCarthy interrupted him viciously. "Now get in the fucking car!" Nicholas Gu opened the door of the passenger seat of the crown car.Kilgore Trout asked suddenly, "Wait a minute, Sergeant, shall we go without something to eat? I think we're all hungry." "There'll be time for you to eat!" McCarthy responded. "Come on, officer," complained Kilgore Trout. "It's getting late, and we have two more places to go!" "What did you say?" McCarthy's eyes widened, and everyone stared at the "Professor". "There are two other places of burial, didn't I mention?" Kilgore Trout paused for a moment, and then suddenly realized, "Oh, I see, you didn't notice—look, Yesterday, when we said 'place of burial', I used the plural - and you didn't notice." McCarthy realized that he had been tricked again, and he could no longer control himself. He rushed in front of the "Professor", and before anyone could stop him, he had already punched the nerve plexus between the "Professor"'s chest and abdomen , not caring that the "Professor" spit all the acid water on his new shirt again.