Chapter 21 Chapter Twenty

The office of the president of Maybrick Medical Devices Co., Ltd. is on the top floor of the building, and the huge room occupies almost half of the floor.McCarthy had never overlooked the city where he had lived for nearly forty years from ninety feet above the ground, and half of Pittsburgh could be seen through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows.McCarthy looked at the astonishing scenery and thought enviously that his office on the third floor of the police building, the best location in the big office of the homicide squad, was only one less toilet than the toilet. Half an hour ago, when McCarthy heard Kako Hamada's voice on the phone, he almost jumped up.He had been waiting for this call all day on Tuesday, but in the end it was just a waste of time sitting in the office all day. On Wednesday morning "the day of the crime", in his almost desperate last moment, he received the call that would send him A phone pulled from the abyss.But Kako Hamada did not come to the police station to seek protection, but asked him to meet at her company half an hour later.Although this progress is not good enough, it is exciting enough.

"Brandy or plum wine?" "Get me some plum bars. Is this your office?" "Cut it off, Detective, you know this office belongs to my father, don't you? I just have the key." McCarthy took the wine glass with some embarrassment, and took a sip. It was the long-lost sweet and sour taste. He hadn't had this kind of wine since graduating from college. Although the time was short, McCarthy didn't know whether to get straight to the point, or maybe it was better to let the other party speak first-she came to me for that matter, otherwise, what reason could there be?

Kako Hamada drank half of the wine in her glass, and then poured herself another half. She leaned against the edge of the large desk and tossed her hair aside. McCarthy noticed that she had let her hair down today. Down, it made her more charming than the original beauty, but when she pulled back the hair that had been thrown away, covering the right side of her neck, McCarthy noticed the scar on her right neck.The keen Japanese woman also immediately realized that the inspector was staring at the injured part of her neck, and a trace of horror crossed her face.She said in a calm tone: "I was attacked the night before yesterday, and you must have known about it."

"Yes, I read the records of the attempted rape case, why didn't you call the police? The police can protect you." "I checked you online, Inspector McCarthy." She avoided the question deftly.No, of course you can't call the police. If there is even a sliver of news about this incident reaching the ears of her father who is currently in a meeting at the headquarters of the Japanese club, I am afraid that her life in the United States will end here, "You are very famous! You caught me a year ago the serial killer." McCarthy didn't answer, he was waiting for her to say something.

"Tell me, Mr Inspector, what do you know about these serial killers?" "It's just a little bit of experience. Most of the serial killers are white men. More than 90% of their killings are for perverted sexual pleasure, because ordinary sex can no longer satisfy them. Some serial killers have special feelings for their victims. likes, but a considerable part just pick victims at random. They leave special 'marks' on the scene, which we call 'signatures'. Serial killers' killing methods may change with the number of crimes, but 'Signatures' don't change because 'signatures' usually involve special pleasure, and for them it's an important part of the murder."

"What is the criminal's 'signature' of the case you warned me about?" "This is the top secret case, I can't tell you." "Well, you said he would approach me as an eBay buyer, why not this time? What happened?" McCarthy pondered for a while, and said: "Maybe it's because eBay blocked his fraudulent account, so he had to use this more direct method. Are you sure you didn't see anything clearly? Can you recall it carefully, Keira ? I know it's hard, but it's important to the case, any feature will do." "He is very tall, he should be six feet two inches or six feet three inches, as strong as a bear, but he underestimated me too much, he didn't use his full strength, so he was kicked by me, and that kick was enough. He suffered. I have a record of breaking five planks with one kick, but considering his strength, it is hard to say that my hasty kick to him can cause any substantial damage. By the way, I remember his voice was very hoarse, but it was probably pretending, it’s very easy to pretend to be a zombie.” Hamada Hezi yelled twice with a hoarse voice, “It’s almost this kind of voice. From Hearing from the voice, he probably didn’t wear a mask, he wasn’t afraid of letting me see his face at all—although the alley was too dark, I didn’t see anything, I don’t think he was prepared to leave alive from the beginning...”

Having said that, Hamada Hezi covered her mouth and couldn't continue, she could no longer hide her panic. "That unreliable guy, he said it was safe." McCarthy complained in his heart, pretending to write and draw on the legal pad: "Kayla, you are very brave, this is enough, the information you told me is very useful. " Hamada Hezi wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with a small movement, and said: "Detective, tell me, will those serial killers keep their eyes on a prey? Will he come to me again, or will he give up on me and go to someone else? "

McCarthy shook his head at Heko Hamada: "No, I'm afraid not. I'm sorry, but unless caught, generally speaking, a serial killer will not give up his prey. They can't stand that kind of thing. He will Keeping an eye on you until we get another shot, or until we get him. Listen, Kayla, I can provide you with protection, and I'll call in two plainclothes cops right away if you agree. Twenty Four hours to protect you until we catch that bastard." "No, don't even think about it!" Hezi Hamada said suddenly, "No one in the company should know about this matter, and there must be no groundless rumors. As long as there is a little bit of rumors spread to my father, that is, this company In the ears of the master of the office, I have to leave the country and spend the rest of my life in a place worse than hell, then I would rather be killed by a serial killer! Ian, why do you think I don't go to the police station, And to see you here—give me a separate choice!"

She was hiding something, something that made her refuse police protection.McCarthy knew that he would not be able to convince this stubborn woman in the next half hour. There was no time, and the urgent time forced him to make a final decision: "Well, Kayla, if you insist on doing this, I have something I want to give you something that you will use in times of crisis, and you have to promise that you will use them, because there is no other choice!" "Okay, I promise. Get your lifesavers out." McCarthy spread his hands and said, "The things are at my house. I drove directly from the police station and didn't bring them with me. My family lives in the northwest of the city, about fifteen miles from here."

"Then what are we waiting for?" Hamada Hezi said, "Go to your house now and drive my car!" Fifteen minutes later, a bright yellow Porsche pulled up in the McCarthy's driveway.McCarthy asked Hamada to wait for him in the car, walked up the steps alone, rang the doorbell, and called out loudly, "Laura dear, it's me!" But there was no sound from behind the door.He took out the remote control of the garage and opened the garage. The garage was empty, and another Mazda in the family had been driven away.Laura should have gone shopping in the supermarket to prepare for the wedding anniversary candlelight dinner.McCarthy vividly recalls a dead body ruining their wedding anniversary candlelit dinner in a previous time cycle, and now the victim is sitting in the car in the driveway, waiting for him to give her a "second chance."

McCarthy opened the door with a key. Everything in the house was in order. The wall clock hanging on the porch showed that the time was five minutes to eleven o'clock. The calendar below the wall clock made a striking mark on the day of February 4th. He carried The hand is touching the heart-shaped marker drawn in red ink.No, now is not the time to be sentimental. He temporarily expelled the apology to his wife from his mind, and walked quickly into his bedroom. The two life-saving "guys" were hidden in the safe behind the bedside table. Five minutes later, McCarthy left the house and sat back in the car, holding a thick gray vest in his left hand and a pistol and the holster that strapped it to his ankle in his right. "This is a little bit of my personal collection. Look, this is a 'Kevlar' and 'Spector' fiber blended bulletproof vest. It is currently the lightest bulletproof vest in the world. It can resist 44mm caliber bullets. That guy suffered a lot last time. If he finds you again, he will probably carry a gun with him. I want you to wear this bulletproof vest under the sweater. The bulletproof fiber is very elastic. In addition, your figure is not considered thin, so it shouldn't be too uncomfortable to wear. And this," he pulled the square-headed pistol in his right hand out of the holster, "This is a GLOCK26 miniature automatic pistol. It has been loaded with ten rounds of bullets. It has no safety. It can be fired by pulling the trigger. Don't worry, this automatic safety device is very reliable. The recoil of the gun is also very small. It is very suitable for Use it in emergencies and for people who have no shooting experience. The holster is used to secure the gun to the ankle, or to the thigh if you wear a skirt." Kako Hamada took over the bulletproof vest and the gun. The thick bulletproof vest weighed a kilogram, and the miniature pistol was heavier than she expected, but considering her physical strength, these two pieces of equipment were not considered a burden.Hamada Kako threw the bulletproof vest on the back seat, put the pistol into the carry bag, started the car and said, "Do you want me to kill him?" There was no longer the previous panic in the words. McCarthy looked at her and said word by word: "I just want you to come back alive."