Chapter 2032 Female Agent 5
Karak was really efficient. After moving the remaining information, he went to find new information. Only an hour later, the first batch of statistics and collections were delivered. After all, there is the most complete and powerful central processing system here, not only for all cases and even police calls, but also for all fingerprints and files of people who have been recorded across the country.
Mo Ming: "Humph~"
You know, in the eyes of the great Mo Ming, this primitive processing system is simply an ape, no, no, a single-celled organism. But at least it can be used. If you don't know how to do it, you won't give it to me. I will just ask my sister to check it herself.
Mo Ming: "Work hard in the current direction."
She was stunned for a moment, as if she understood something. Could it mean that the current inquiry was in the right direction?
Mo Ming: "I didn't say anything, I just asked you to work hard."
Oh~, I understand, I narrowed my eyes and showed a knowing smile.
The information has been sent, but it's like looking for a needle in a haystack. How do you find useful information in it? If this person really exists, then this person is definitely a highly intelligent criminal, and everything is done so seamlessly and perfectly.
"Don't leave!" Xining clicked on the computer a few times: "Let's make these statistics first. The form has been sent to you, let's do it together."
Karak turned on his phone and looked at it. The first box in the form was the number, followed by a brief description of the case, and finally there were small boxes showing people of the same age, same experience, similar appearance and family background... Which category does this case belong to? Just click "1" in the corresponding grid.
This method is to go through all the files and calculate the similarity, which may be the motive of the crime.
For example, some serial killers only kill beautiful women, while others only kill those with the same zodiac sign or born in the same year. In fact, compared to those with mental problems or those who deliberately show off, the most difficult to investigate are untargeted crimes. The former at least has rules.
The two of them looked through the information and took notes, and time passed quickly.
A cup of coffee was placed in front of her.
"Thank you!" After registering this, Xining took a sip of coffee. Freshly ground coffee beans and whole milk, her favorite. If it weren't for the fact that the body owner's race is prone to obesity, he would definitely add four cubes of sugar.
"How's it going?" Karak was also holding a cup of coffee, but his was pure black coffee. He seemed to be more afraid of getting fat than the body owner.
"I've looked at more than twenty times and tried to rule out various factors, but so far I've found nothing." She felt dizzy after looking at it, but she still hadn't read half of it.
"This is what gives me a headache. I have tried various methods, even the color of my eyeballs and the clothes I was wearing when I died, but it is like this now." Karak took a long breath: "Sometimes I am shaken. I believe in Luo Mrs. Xi could not bear the pain of losing her son and committed suicide. ”
Unfortunately, it was impossible for Mrs. Rossi to commit suicide.
When Mrs. Rossi was young, she did not want to endure domestic violence and got divorced, dragging a son and a daughter to live with her. It was during the economic depression of 1980, when the unemployment rate reached 10%. With her good looks, she worked as a waiter. It was not until three years later, when the new president took office that things gradually eased, that she changed her career to become an office clerk.
In the publishing company where she worked, she came into contact with various books and manuscripts sent from all over the country in the hope of being favored by an editor for publication.
Some manuscripts were retained, but most were returned with words such as "Sorry, your work does not meet our company's publishing requirements." She was responsible for stuffing these manuscripts into envelopes every day, writing the addresses, and then sending them to the post office.
But she became interested in reading and took time to read some every day. Over time, she seemed to have mastered some rules and knew which plots were more in line with publication requirements. So I tried to write a book, using the pen name of Mrs. Rossi, and showed it to the editor. As you can imagine, the book was greatly praised by the editor and became an instant hit after publication.
After becoming popular, she published one book after another. Although some people questioned that some of the plots were similar to the works he sent to the same publishing house, she even filed a lawsuit but lost all the cases.
Ten years later, Mrs. Rossi has become very popular, but the red book continues to be published every two years. They also uncovered her dark history of working as a hostess, which put her at the forefront of the limelight. Wherever she appeared, there were only abuses and protests, and some bookstores even pulled her books off the shelves due to pressure.
During the interview, she surprisingly admitted and asked, if you had to choose between starving to death for yourself and your children, or being a companion, what would you choose? She bluntly said that if she had to do it again, she would definitely make this choice. As long as the children survived, she would give everything.
This earned a large number of mothers tears and made the public forgive her, making her even more popular.
Her daughter and son-in-law died in a plane crash, and she took her grandson and granddaughter to her side to raise them. She experienced another car accident and was almost paralyzed.
Just imagine, how could such a woman commit suicide? Even though her children have passed away first, she still has five grandchildren and a great-grandchild is about to be born.
Xining picked up a pen and bit it gently: "Mrs. Rossi wrote four possible inferences, but none of them can be established. But no one can enter the villa, so the murderer should not know what she wrote. Since he can kill her, he should also have the ability to know that he has not been found yet.”
After thinking about it, I put forward a hypothesis: "Could this be intentional?" He deliberately killed Mrs. Rossi, hid in the dark and watched the police end the case by suicide, or was helpless. This mentality is shared by many serial murderers.
Karak's eyes narrowed and he took a breath: "I hope not." If so, then this person would be terrible.
"But then again!" Karak said instead: "Maybe it's just an individual case."
No, it's not just a case of Madame Rossi and her son, because you will die too, and the owner will die too.
Xining smiled: "How could such a serious crime be committed only once?"
Karak immediately understood that the perfect crime is not like in movies and TV shows, where the crime can be easily concealed and the police will consider it a suicide. Either an insider or a coincidence. Criminals will continue to commit crimes, becoming more and more proficient in their techniques and enjoying the thrill of victory during the process. You will become addicted and get out of control until you can no longer commit crimes.
Xining thought for a while and then said: "I want the surveillance of Mrs. Rossi's house. From when she learned about her son's death to her funeral."
Karak responded: "I have already seen it and counted everyone who has been in contact with the villa. It is in the database! But should we order a takeaway first?"
Only then did Xining realize that the sky outside the office window had turned dark blue, and there were a few dark clouds floating in the sky with the afterglow.
While eating Chinese food, Xining wanted to say that this Kung Pao Chicken Rice was not authentic at all. Who has ever eaten Kung Pao Chicken with butter? It was unpalatable, so I could only make ends meet.
Let’s take a look at Karak’s mapo tofu rice. Hehe, is there mapo tofu with chopped onions? If the task hadn't been set, she would have wanted to quit her job and open a restaurant.
(End of chapter)