Chapter 697 Something fishy
Of course, in this country, let alone federal congressmen, even a city councilor cannot be touched lightly. The FBI only "politely" asks people to go back and assist. Just investigating.
Of course, this does not prevent major news media from taking notice of the news. Frank may be invited by a beautiful reporter tonight to spend the night together.
Jack is not interested in investigating the corruption of city council members, and Dana Moger cannot really spend his capable personnel on such a long-lasting investigation that will not produce any results in two or three years. in the case.
There were other FBI agents waiting to pick them up under the NYPD police station building. Jack waved goodbye to his female boss and turned around to find Danny.
At first, he just went to CSI to help out, but now things are getting more complicated. Now he just wants to get rid of Dick Reed as soon as possible, and then go to Virginia Beach to have a beer with Jason Hayes.
Walking into the detective's office, Danny was cursing and rummaging through a pile of cardboard boxes for clues. These were letters from prison. His partner Jackie was inputting names one by one on the computer. Retrieve the object to which the letter was written.
"The people who wrote these things are idiots, and they can't even spell the words correctly. Sure enough, idiots and perverts are attracted to each other."
"What's gained?" Jack asked. I regretted it as soon as I walked in. This guy is not a patient person. It seems that he will probably be raped.
Sure enough, Danny's face lit up with a smile as soon as he saw him, as if he had been granted amnesty, "It's great that you can come, I'm short of people here."
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Jack sighed, stepped forward and pushed him aside, "Go and get us some good coffee and food, you are not needed here."
See this guy running away in a hurry On the way, Jackie smiled and took the initiative to reach out and shake Jack's hand to express her gratitude.
After a busy day of work in the afternoon, they finally made a discovery. Jack pulled Danny to the computer, pointed to a photo in the electronic file and asked, "Do you remember this fat man? His name is Hugh Si Tyton."
Danny nodded, "We met at the bus stop before, one of the idiot fans who came to pick up Dick Reed from prison. I remember there was another one at the time. The idiot is with him."
Jack patted Jackie on the shoulder, and the latter immediately called up another person's information, "There is another idiot named Jims Richard. They are in the same room. A fan letter mentioned that a private page called 'Lucky Bayonet' was created for Dick Reed."
While speaking, Jackie had already called up this webpage, "a serial killer-themed chat room."
The webpage also has various real or fake photos of the crime scene, some idiot messages and a few latest photos. The photo taken together was a photo of the two of them with Dick Reed at the station.
"OK, the rest is up to you, boys." Jackie stretched out, "I have other cases to be busy with. Remember to tell me which one is the real copycat when you get back."
Danny summoned two patrol officers, and the four of them rushed to an old apartment in Brooklyn and knocked on the door of one of the rooms.
It took a while before someone answered the door, and a fat, fluffy head appeared at the door, "What's the matter?"
"Police, let us in." Danny showed his police badge.
The fat man named Hugh Stayton hesitated for a moment, then glanced at the patrolman behind him, and then resigned himself to his fate. Danny and Jack walked into the dark room holding their noses. Two patrolmen guarded the door.
This is a single room in an apartment. It is crowded and messy. There is almost no furniture except for the bed, computer desk and a few display cabinets. The rest of the place is littered with several simulated adult dolls. There are no dolls at all. The head was replaced with an Iron Man helmet and a Predator head.
There are homemade posters of various serial murderers including Dick Reed on the wall. There is also a rope stretched under the ceiling with various bloody crime scene photos clipped on it. Know where this guy got it from.
"Your aesthetics are very unique." Danny mocked.
"Thank you for the compliment." The fat man responded, sitting down on the dirty bed, looking around, but not daring to look at anyone.
"A woman was attacked in Columbia Park yesterday evening. Does it have anything to do with you?" Danny directly grabbed his collar and asked him to face him. As a result, the fat man screamed and startled everyone. The two patrolmen standing at the door directly put their hands on their guns.
"Please, I don't like to have physical contact with people. I am a collector. I didn't do that." The fat man closed his eyes and finished shouting. This was pitiful. He opened his eyelids nervously and begged in a low voice, "Can you let me go?"
Danny let go of his hand unluckily, "You will get used to it after you go to prison. A delicate person like you will The ones with tender skin and meat will be very popular.”
Fat man Hugh Stayton was so frightened that his face turned pale, "I swear, it wasn't me."
"What's going on with that page called 'Lucky Bayonet'?" Jack always felt that there was something wrong with it. The strange smell of semen lingered in his nose until he saw a pile of reagents for developing film in the bathroom. It turned out that this place had been converted into a darkroom.
"That's a website I built, but the theme is not to worship crime, but to satirize society." This guy seemed to have figured out the reason why the police came to his door, and he quickly excused himself.
"The theme may also be imbecility. Where were you from three to five o'clock yesterday afternoon?" Danny continued to ask.
"At home, if you don't believe me, you can check my computer. I was chatting in the suicide chat room all day yesterday until late at night." The fat man became excited again.
"Suicide chat room? Is there such a thing?" Danny said it was an eye-opener, and Jack turned on the computer and started checking the website's backend. Although he didn't have any great hacking skills, he could still handle some basic software and could play it. Who in the game doesn’t have two unique skills?
“I don’t expect ordinary people like you to understand us.” The fat man behaved like an extraordinary person.
"Who knows whether it was you or a dog sitting in front of the computer last night? This is no alibi at all."
Although Danny argued with him, Instead of asking for more information, Jack made a discovery. He found a bunch of uploaded photos in a paid post in the backend of the website that had administrator rights but had not been officially released.
"Danny, this is the victim from yesterday."
This is a set of photos taken from a close-up angle. There are more than 20 photos in total of a girl with two bloody scratches on her cheek passed out in the bathroom.
"It seems you did it. Stand up, you fat pig." Danny grabbed him from the bed.
"No, it's not me. Please listen to my explanation!" Fatty Hugh Stayton shook his head desperately but did not dare to struggle. He watched a patrol officer step forward to handcuff himself, trembling with fear.
"It was Jims Richard who did it! I just uploaded these photos for him, it's really not me!"
"Bring me the evidence, I don't want to hear your continued nonsense. "Bad way." Danny's eyes looked fierce, as if he wanted to eat someone,
Fat man Hugh Stayton subconsciously clamped his legs and spoke very fast, "He is the real fanatic who is obsessed with Reed. He told Reed that he would do anything for him, including when he was under surveillance by your agents." Make some noise to attract attention."
"Wait, when did you meet Reed?" Jack was keenly aware of the problem.
Dick Reed is currently under the surveillance of the NYPD 24 hours a day. Danny even came to check on him last night. According to the detective squatting in front of his mother's house, this guy has not been alive for at least three days. Been out.
"Late last night, in a dive bar in Flushing, I swear, I heard the two of them say that with my own ears." Fatty Hugh Stayton assured.
Dive bars have nothing to do with diving. They are small, cheap bars with no food and only some drinks. They are usually located in very remote locations and the environment is relatively secretive.
The two looked at each other, turned and left. As Danny walked, he ordered the two police officers, "Take him back to record a statement and issue a wanted notice for James Richard."
(End of Chapter)