Chapter 6 Chapter 6 Delusional Paranoia

The three stepped off the plane, and Jin Tong greeted them. Although they hugged each other affectionately, they all felt helpless without knowing where to start. The FBI car was waiting. After the three boarded the car, the car drove directly to the headquarters. The three reported to the director in person. By the time they left, night had already fallen. They sat in the back seat of the bulletproof car, separated from the driver by a steel plate, and there were protective vehicles at the front and rear of the car. Ling Duyu smiled and said, "Do they want to protect us 24 hours a day? Then how do we do things?"

Zhuo Chuyuan said lightly: "There are still nine days, and it will be the full moon." Zhuo Chuyuan turned to Jin Tong who was sitting in the middle and said, "Please book a ticket to Paris tomorrow morning for me." Ling Duyu and Jin Tong looked at each other, and the latter couldn't help asking: "Why are you going back to Paris? Don't you care about Pang Du's affairs?" Zhuo Chuyuan said as if nothing had happened: "Why don't we ignore it? But now we can only wait, instead of wasting time, why don't I go to do some personal things first, and let me know immediately if there is any news."

Hearing her resolute tone, the two knew her character better, so they had no choice but to keep silent. After a long while, Ling Duyu broke the silence and said, "Did Xia Neng answer my call?" Jin Tong said: "No! I tried to find him through some Israeli friends, but the answer is no comment." Ling Duyu smiled wryly and said: "It seems that the only thing we can do now is to have a good sleep." When he said this, he thought of that terrible nightmare again, and felt a chill in his heart. "Crack! Crack! Crack!" Ling Duyu woke up with a start, Jin Tong pushed the door open and said, "Pick up the live tube quickly, Xia Neng is calling."

Ling Duyu sat up, feeling a little top-heavy and dizzy. "Hey!" Xia Neng's voice came: "Wake you up? It should be ten thirty in the morning in New York, am I mistaken?" Ling Duyu looked at the watch on the bedside in horror, and the long and short hands were indeed pointing to half past ten. This has never happened before. He actually slept for nearly twelve hours. Normally, he only needs four or five hours of sleep, which is enough, and he can even use meditation instead of sleep. Jin Tong sat down on the edge of the bed and said, "Maybe you are too tired."

Ling Duyu shook his head, collected his mind and said to Hua Jian: "Old friend, where have you been these few days?" Xia Neng said with a smile: "It's not suitable to talk about this kind of thing on the phone, is it?" Ling Duyu said: "I understand! Alas! I have a very tricky matter on my hands. It can be said that I want to find another red fox before the next full moon." With Xia Neng's composure, he still couldn't help saying: "What?" It was because of the magic stone that Xia Neng had a deal with Ling Duyu back then. The red fox was originally a spy painstakingly cultivated by the Israeli intelligence agency. He turned into a spendthrift playboy, but secretly worked for the Israelis.

Later, he was attracted by the magic stone, and violated his orders to steal the magic stone, provoking Xia Neng to pursue him across the country, and when the red fox blew up the civil aircraft, Israel was afraid that he would be implicated, so he ordered Xia Neng to give up the pursuit. And Xia Neng disclosed the matter about the red fox to Ling Duyu, and even asked him to kill the red fox. This is how their friendship was built. So Ling Duyu pointed out that he was about to hunt down another red fox, and Xia Neng immediately understood the seriousness of the matter. Ling Duyu said in a deep voice: "This man is called Pangdu Lunan. A helicopter that was shot down near Cairo two days ago was probably ordered by him. The murderer was killed on the spot. It was a man named Bassesi." Professional killers, and other materials, as long as you agree to help, I will send them immediately."

Xia Neng took a few heavy breaths and said, "Did that thing fall into his hands?" Ling Duyu said: "Yes!" Of course that thing refers to the magic stone. Xia Neng replied calmly: "I'll wait for your further information." After saying that, I hung up the line. Jin Tong looked at Ling Duyu who was in a daze, and said in a low voice: "Chu Yuan left at 6:30, came to see you and saw that you were sleeping like a dead pig, so I didn't dare to wake you up. Alas! Look! Here she treats you... hey..." Ling Duyu shook his head vigorously, as if he wanted to shake something away, then buried his face in his hands and said, "Last night was very strange, I was between deep sleep and awake all night, as if... There is something terrible about me."

Jin Tong's expression changed: "Didn't the moon demon come out to cause trouble before the full moon?" Ling Duyu sat up straight, took a deep breath and said, "I don't know." Jin Tong said: "Your face is indeed a bit ugly, how is it? Do you want to take a day off?" Ling Duyu smiled bitterly: "If you don't rest, what can you do?" Jin Tong said: "Marchman is back, and I really want to see you." Ling Duyu cheered up and said, "I want to see him immediately, and you will send all the information to Xia Neng in the most confidential way."

Jin Tong shouted: "Then hurry up and get out, be careful when you go out, the FBI has obediently withdrawn all the bodyguards on the surface, now you can only rely on yourself!" After Marchman welcomed Ling Duyu into the office, he offered tea and said, "This is the best Longjing, and it was given by a Chinese friend." Ling Duyu sat down on the chair beside his desk, while Marchman paced slowly holding hot tea. There is a large glass window to the south of the office hall, which makes the room bright and airy. On the other side are more than a dozen file cabinets that reach the top, filled with gray and black boxes containing files.

Ling Duyu said: "Have you gained anything in Australia?" Marchman shrugged: "I'm just going to look through the files on the 'serial killer' who died the same way to see if there's more in common with the New Jersey case." Ling Duyu stared at him questioningly. Marchman stopped at the window, looking out at the scenery of Manhattan. This is not Marchman's office, but a temporary studio he borrowed from the New York police. After Marchman sighed, he said: "I've never seen such a weird thing, usually after a 'serial killer' commits a crime, his animal nature will be satisfied to a certain extent, so he will lie dormant for a period of time before committing another crime. But in these two cases, they kept killing people in a short period of time, and they didn't go home until they were exhausted, and they didn't hide their behavior at all, as if they were afraid that people would not know."

Ling Duyu interjected: "Both incidents happened during your meeting, and in the end the murderer suffocated to death for no reason." Marchman corrected him: "The one in Australia died in prison afterwards." Ling Duyu watched him walk back to the office chair and sit down, and said, "Do you know what happened to Pangdu Lunan?" Marchman showed a thoughtful expression, staring at the Yiji pen he picked up casually, and said slowly: "Jin Tong probably told me. Frankly speaking: it is impossible. Pangdu Lunan is suffering from severe schizophrenia. Even if someone transforms him into Bai Dunian, he has no ability to pretend to be him. Also, he doesn't even have the ability to sit firmly in an office chair, let alone do tedious intelligence analysis." Ling Duyu said coldly: "But how do you explain his fingerprints?" Marchman said with certainty: "Skin grafting, at least in theory, is possible." Ling Duyu said: "If you want to have a skin graft, why don't you use Bai Dunian's skin? You will lose ten thousand yuan. Why do you want to transplant the skin of a lunatic who escaped from the prison cell?" Marchman said: "The government should have fingerprint records when they received citizenship certificates during the year. Why didn't they check them out earlier?" Ling Duyu sighed: "This is the most chilling part. More than 20 years ago, the government had not computerized all the records as it is now. At that time, there was an accident in the archive room where Bai Dunian's materials were stored. Bizarre fire, ruined the file, so there is no comparison, the FBI hired him, and this madman really did a better job than anyone." Marchman also sighed, and said, "Are you sure he is Pang Du?" Ling Duyu smiled bitterly and said with great annoyance: "I have experienced countless things that no one would believe if I told them, and what you said is at least theoretically valid; so how dare I completely deny your speculation, and you are An expert, and knows Pang Du's situation better than me." After Marchman stared at him for a while, he nodded and smiled, "I'm starting to like you a little bit." When Ling Duyu couldn't help laughing, Marchman said slowly: "Pangdu Lunan is an extremely withdrawn person. He didn't fit in with others when he was a child. His classmates hated him, but no one dared to provoke him. He was 'The Viper' because he was seen beating a cat to death with a stick for no reason. He didn't go to school after his parents divorced." Ling Duyu asked humbly: "Did he have any neurological problems when he was in school?" Marchman said indifferently: "Mental disorders can be roughly divided into two types, namely, thought disorders and emotional disorders. According to the questionnaire obtained from the survey, when Pang Du was young, he had symptoms of 'bipolar disorder'. One extreme, swinging to the other extreme, sometimes it will be normal for a period of time when it settles down, but when it breaks out, it will be irritable and depressed at times, and I can't control my emotions at all." Ling Duyu frowned and said, "Then he didn't suddenly go crazy." Marchman said: "The symptoms were not obvious at the beginning, but when he killed someone, he had developed into severe schizophrenia. To be more specific, it is 'delusional schizophrenia'. This kind of patient will have weird thoughts and weave his own thoughts. world, like thinking that everyone is conspiring to persecute him, so he has to pre-empt it and stuff like that.” Ling Duyu said: "After he was arrested, did he really say everything?" Marchman was stunned, hesitated for a while, and said in a deep voice: "In fact, I recorded a lot of his dreams, but I never told the police! Because I don't think it is necessary, and the sleep talk is not It can be used as evidence in court." Ling Duyu said happily: "Brother, you really have a way, what did this guy say?" Marchman's eyes shot out deep anger, and he said one by one: "He repeated that he wanted to kill me. Three days after he escaped from the cell, my new wife was dismembered." Ling Duyu lost his voice: "What?" Marchman said: "These are all things in the past. I just hope I can forget them all. In short, I think Pang Du is dead, and I don't want to be involved in this matter. There are many facts that are enough for me to have a headache." Ling Duyu asked persistently, "Why does he want to kill you?" Marchman said with a heavy heart: "Because he identified me as the leader of the persecution." Ling Duyu apologized: "The doctor really shouldn't be involved in this matter. But if he is really Pang Du, the doctor's situation will be very dangerous." Marchman said decisively: "I can guarantee 100% that Pang Dou is not the person who successively held high positions in the FBI and Interpol." Ling Duyu smiled bitterly: "Then I have nothing to say, I just hope to have the opportunity to hear what he said in sleep." Marchman shook his head and said: "It's illegal, it was burned long ago, please keep it a secret and don't tell others, including Jin Tong." When Ling Duyu drove away, he was very puzzled. He had a gut feeling that those tapes were still there. To Marchman, there is no way that such important information about the suspected murderer of his wife would be destroyed, but why would he lie? At this time, the wireless phone in the car rang, Ling Duyu thought it was Jin Tong, picked up the phone and made a "dark" sound. A majestic and firm voice came from the other end of the slip: "I am Shi Sazun, and I would like to meet your Excellency once." Ling Duyu was not surprised, and said in the tone of an old friend: "Why did you come to me so late, I also really want to see you." Shi Sazun laughed and said, "Sure enough, he is a good guy. As long as you keep up with the red sports car in front, we can sit down and drink a cup of Chinese tea in twenty-five minutes." After that, he hung up the line. Ling Duyu looked forward, just in time a red Lamborghini tangentially came up in front of him, the driver was a girl with long hair and gorgeous clothes, her face was very beautiful at first glance, he couldn't help praising Shi Sazun for his timing He showed his hand to him, which also had a hint of intimidation. The sports car turned left into the side street, and Ling Duyu hurriedly followed. The speed of the car in front was extremely fast, and it must be speeding. It kept overtaking, and it was quite hard for Ling Duyu to chase. When the sports car drove into the dock area, a large truck drove out from behind, just cutting off the traffic behind Ling Duyu's car. Suddenly Ling Duyu realized that only the two of them were speeding on the road. An iron door of the warehouse opened, and the sports car drove in without slowing down. Ling Duyu followed without fear. After the car entered, the gate closed immediately, but another gate opened ahead, and Lamborghini turned left through the gate. Ling Duyu followed closely, and the last two cars entered another warehouse and stopped. The rear gate is lowered. It was pitch black in the warehouse. Ling Duyu sat quietly in the car, waiting patiently. All of a sudden, all the lights in the large warehouse were on, making it impossible for people to see anything for a while. Ling Duyu knew well that the other party had used advanced equipment to detect whether he had a tracker or something like that. When he squinted, a charming young Italian girl was walking towards him.She has a slender figure, a graceful demeanor with a bit of natural peach swaying, wavy chestnut hair hanging lightly on her shoulders, brown eyes with upward slanting corners, and long eyelashes flickering from time to time. At this time, she was showing him a friendly but formulaic smile, with neat and white teeth and red lips, it was very attractive. Her clothes are even more well-matched, very good, one can tell that they are designed by famous artists. What especially impressed Ling Duyu was the moon-shaped pendant she hung on the bead of her left ear, and her wobbly movements as she walked over, so carefree and graceful. The girl opened the car door for him, leaned over and kissed his cheek, and said softly: "My name is Zuo Pingsi, Mr. Ling, please leave all the weapons in the car, we will take good care of them for you, eh! You are very handsome handsome." When the two people left through the side door, the two vehicles descended at the same time. When the descending door leaf was closed again, more than ten light-duty lift trucks drove in through the entrances on both sides, and placed boxes of goods on the ground on the top of the descending leaf leaf. At this time, if someone follows and breaks into the warehouse, it is guaranteed that they will not believe their eyes. Zuo Pingsi took Ling Duyu's arm affectionately and walked down the spiral staircase, and said with a smile, "I'm leading you to hell now, are you afraid?" Ling Duyu secretly thought that if there is a heaven and hell, Shi Sazun should really stay in hell for atonement. But he replied: "With a beautiful girl like you, hell will become heaven." There was a sound of water coming up from below. When Zuo Ping smiled, the two had reached the end, a small two-person submarine was moored beside a cleverly designed pool, and there was of course a road leading to the sea below the pool. With Ling Duyu's knowledge and knowledge, he couldn't help but be amazed. Modern gangsters are wealthy, talented, and know how to use high technology better than anyone else. Zuo Pingsi smiled and said, "Mr. Ling, please, if you are late, you will be blamed."
Ling Duyu saw the leader of the international mafia in a large cargo ship moored by the pier, just 25 minutes before the two sides interrupted the dialogue, no more, no less. It was a luxurious and well-furnished small cabin, after Zuo Pingsi sent him in, he retreated quietly and closed the door. Sarzun stood up from the comfortable sofa and embraced him affectionately in the style of Italian gangsters. This mighty underworld person revered as the "Pope" is in his fifties, his gray hair is a bit thin, and his eyes in golden glasses seem to be open and closed, but they are shining brightly, very frightening.But those who didn't know that he was Sarzon would have missed it because of his pudgy and unremarkable appearance. He had a typical Italian high nose and round cheekbones, and he was in good spirits. Shi Sazun left Ling Duyu for a while, still holding his arms with both hands, looked up at him for a while, and said with a smile: "No wonder Xiaofeng wants to be folded in your hands, he is indeed not as good as you, my Brazil My old friend once asked me to take action against you, but I flatly refused. Ha! When we get along with each other, we must learn to coexist peacefully, right?" His voice is quite pleasant, but he speaks intermittently, as if every word has been carefully thought out, and he rarely pays attention to a sentence in one breath, which makes people subconsciously pay special attention to listening. Of course his old Brazilian friend refers to Shiriana, the head of the Brazilian gang (see my essay). Ling Duyu smiled and said: "It's just a matter of strategy for the strong to coexist peacefully with another strong, but if the strong If the weak are willing to treat the weak with the same attitude, that is the true way of peaceful coexistence." Shi Sazun laughed, took his arms and walked towards the set of sofas, and said with a wry smile: "It's a pity that there are too few people in this world who understand this truth, or are willing to say what they say, but they always step on others. Therefore, those who are unwilling to resign themselves to their fate must work hard to be a human being. As long as you succeed, no one will dare to underestimate you. This is my philosophy of life, it sounds cruel, but it is an indisputable fact." After the two sat down face to face, Shi Sazun poured the brewed tea for him, and said happily, "Imagine in a reception with hundreds of people, some people are so loud that others are exhausted." You have to raise your voice so that people can hear it. This is a waste of voice, and it is unnecessary, but it is helpless. Humans are born to compete, does Mr. Ling understand what I mean?" Ling Duyu smiled wryly and said, "I fully understand, but there is a difference between legal competition and illegal competition in this world!" Shi Sazun lay on the sofa leisurely, raised his black eyebrows slightly, and said in a sarcastic tone: "Is Ling Duyu a law-abiding person? Whoever has the means is willing to stick to the law, otherwise Nixon would not If you step down, Clinton will not have the Whitewater incident, so what about the situation in your country?" Ling Duyu stared suspiciously at the opponent's eyes, grasping every subtle change in his eyes, and said calmly: "This is the reason why our anti-riot alliance was established." Shi Sazun laughed loudly and said: "Well said! In fact, you and I are both people who are unwilling to succumb to reality, but the methods are different. You want to win the respect of others, but I want to make people fear me .” Ling Duyu began to feel the power of this underworld overlord's extraordinary leader, and said leisurely: "Can we talk about business?" Shi Sazun nodded and said: "I am a person who distinguishes between public and private. From now on, I will only discuss business with you and study the possibility of cooperation. I have asked many people about your character, including your old friend Masamune Tian Mu. Inside, I know that you are a person who keeps promises, and I have kept my promises all my life, with this understanding, we can talk about deals." Ling Duyu cut to the chase and said, "I request all the information about Bai Dunian's work for you. This is a prerequisite." Sarzun frowned and said, "Isn't this too much to ask?" Ling Du said calmly: "Because he is not Bai Dunian at all, but a lunatic who once dismembered four people and escaped from a high-security cell." Sarzun lost his voice: "What?"