Chapter 4 third chapter

Serial killers can't remain a secret forever, especially when the number of victims continues to increase-although old foxes like Sean Myers mediate, a new serial killer has appeared in Pittsburgh. A Monday in April hit the headlines in the local newspapers - fresh fears gripped the northern city of a half-year-old 'Professor', this time a guy the papers dubbed the 'Coin Killer' . On the desk in front of McCarthy was a pile of one-inch-thick papers, with a brass paperweight on top.He had already read the documents under the paperweight once, but he couldn't get up the energy to read them a second time - most of the documents were the autopsy reports and basic information of the three victims, and he was never interested in technical documents like autopsy reports. The basic profile of the victim, that's what field detectives need to read carefully, they should visit each victim's family, neighbors, co-workers, friends, ex-husband, ex-boyfriend, first love, owner of the coffee shop they frequent , the cashier at the supermarket...until he finds a clue—and frustratingly, in the pile of papers in front of him, the number of clues is "zero".Despite the thick pile of various reports, McCarthy got nothing about the murderer-not even a guess.

The three cases have no context at all, and the murders occurred at different times and places-the first case occurred in the back alley of a restaurant, late at night; the second case occurred in the suburban forest, at dusk; The time of dispatch was eight or nine o'clock in the evening-the only thing in common was that no witnesses were found.Apart from the fact that the victims were all young and beautiful women, they had nothing to do with each other. They belonged to different ethnic groups, and it was impossible for them to know each other. It was even very unlikely that they had met each other in a place like a supermarket—Part 1 One victim was a barmaid with blond hair; the second was a dark-haired single woman of Mexican origin who made a living selling cosmetics from an online store and hardly ever went out except to stock up and go fishing; and the third was a Japanese She is a marketing director of a medical device company, with a third-degree brown belt in karate, a typical strong woman.What's more, they were killed in different ways - the first two were strangled, while the third was shot - the murderer used a homemade bullet, the hollow bullet was filled with iron sand, and the bullet If it enters the body, it shatters, not only can it cause extensive damage to the body, but also it is impossible to compare the rifling at all-that son of a bitch.

But there's no denying that it's serial murder—coins in the eyes, rape, douching with chlorine bleach—and the crime lab guys figured out the brand of bleach by comparing the ingredients, but that's like they Most of the work done is just as useless, it's a mass-produced product, available at any convenience store, there's no way to track it.McCarthy had a premonition that he had encountered a killer who picked his victims at random—there was always a shadow of unsolved mystery hanging over the case of a loitering killer. He removed the brass paperweight from the file, but did not reopen the file for a long time.There is a rectangular mark left on the manila paper folder - the heavy metal is very heavy, just like the pressure he bears from above. Three days ago, Director Owen talked to him personally - because of this case, the director said goodbye After his warm vacation in Florida, he returned to this cold and decadent city.Naturally, that conversation wasn't going to be very pleasant, but that wasn't the worst of it, and the new FBI investigator was more worrisome if the case turned out to be a cold case and had to be turned over to the FBI. If it is in hand, then his official career may come to an end-even if the FBI people can't solve the case, they can return to their office in Kuang Entiko unscathed, and he will be responsible for the blame. And if the FBI solves the case, the situation will not change. The city managers will not tolerate a head of the robbery team who has just taken office and smashed a big case in his hands to continue to be promoted to the position of deputy director. .He remembered what Sean Miles said: "But I think it's best to have a supervisor on the scene in this situation. Jason proposed to call you. I also think you are the best person to handle this case. ’ — son of a bitch, I’m the one to blame, McCarthy thought bitterly.He jerked open the drawer and threw the brass paperweight in. With a loud noise, the paperweight disappeared deep into the drawer.

The noise in the large office outside the door quieted down at that moment, and then the door of the office was pushed open a crack. "Don't you fucking..." McCarthy's angry roar suddenly turned into astonishment the moment he saw the person pushing the door, "won't you knock on the door first?" Swallowed it back. "Do you have time to talk, Mr. Detective?" The visitor held two cups of coffee, with a friendly but unrefusable look. McCarthy froze for a moment—he should have kicked the man out, but nodded in a strange way.