Chapter 2049 Female Agent 22
The lab always has to walk down a corridor to get out of the building.
Karak suddenly asked: "Doctor, where were you from eleven to twelve midnight the day before yesterday?"
Dr. Lacey paused and thought for a moment: "I was walking my dog outside. Generally speaking, I walk my dog at nine o'clock in the evening, but that day, I got home late because of a meeting."
"What meeting?" Karak also stopped and asked.
"A meeting about the clinical trial review of the drug I developed." Dr. Lacey answered easily: "I hosted the speech and it was very successful. The investor's company dinner ended at ten o'clock in the evening, and he drove me home. As soon as I got home, I So I changed my clothes and took the dog out, but it was so suffocated.”
If it is such an important dinner, you will basically have to wear an expensive dress, and you will definitely need to change your clothes when you get home.
"Okay." Karak continued walking.
When he arrived at the door, Karak said goodbye: "If there is anything else that can help the development of the case, please inform us in time."
"That's for sure." Dr. Lacey quickly recovered his emotions and put on a calm and slightly friendly smile. This is an essential skill for every successful professor, because such an attitude can get more results for the laboratory. Funding: "If you need my help, please let me know."
After Xining and Karak said goodbye, one of his colleagues who was traveling with him had already brought his car.
Xining sat in the car, looking at Dr. Lacey outside the window, with a business-like smile on his lips, just like the friendliness and sincerity on his resume. Apart from his wisdom, he had no lethality at all. But she doesn't like this kind of smile, it's too fake, although she often wears such a fake smile on her face.
The car with bulletproof glass drove away, but Xining felt no sense of security. For a highly intelligent murderer, there is no need to use a pistol or face to face to kill someone.
She picked up the phone and dialed the trainee agent's number: "Please give me all the information on Blinken Lacey."
This means everything from birth, through primary school, secondary school, university, workplace, etc., including personal circumstances.
Putting down his cell phone, Karak asked, "Doubt him?"
"You don't doubt him?" she asked.
Karak took a deep breath and exhaled: "What's wrong?"
It seems that there are no problems, but no problems are often all problems: "Dr. Brown took the initiative to help us."
But Dr. Lacey didn't. A person who even went to a convenience store to inquire about the situation in order to chat with his colleagues was actually indifferent to the fact that someone had solved the problem of smell killing.
Clark responded immediately: "Dr. Brown's death may have frightened him."
The corner of her mouth curled up: "Does he look scared?"
Karak pondered for a while: "Why kill people?"
Dr. Lacey is already a tenured professor, and the drugs he develops have basically no problems. It makes no sense for him to kill people when he is so successful.
Xining thought for a while: "I don't know, maybe it's for the purpose of testing whether it's effective, maybe it's for stimulation, anything is possible. As long as we catch him, we'll know."
Karak smiled: "I hope you are too sensitive." In fact, it meant that she was too sensitive, which was put more tactfully. "I hope so." She was serious: "Otherwise we will be in big trouble."
Karak gradually stopped laughing. If it was Dr. Lacey, he would be in big trouble. Their two Ph.D.s are far less valuable than the tenured professors who are already mentors and lead students to research topics. Such people will undoubtedly pose a huge challenge to themselves if their brains are used to kill people.
The trainee agent worked very efficiently this time. When he returned to the bureau, as soon as he sat down, the required information was placed on the table.
"Thank you!" Xining picked it up, opened the file bag, and took out a stack of paper.
Copy of birth certificate, primary school admission photo and graduation photo, middle school admission photo and graduation photo...
She compared them one by one, and judging from the photos, it was Dr. Lacey himself.
Karak was on the phone and checking his computer. When she got it right, he brought her a cup of coffee: "How was it?"
"Thank you!" She took the coffee and took a sip: "Excellent grades, all A's from childhood to college. The only problem is that his parents died when he was five years old and he was adopted when he was seven years old. At the age of sixteen, His adoptive parents died, and he entered college with excellent grades and a full scholarship.”
He rubbed his sore eyes: "His biological parents died in a home invasion and robbery. His adoptive parents drank a few more drinks during the night celebration because he could enter the university. That day happened to be a thunderstorm, and lightning struck the house and caused a fire. Only He jumped out of the window on the second floor alone and escaped. Neighbors testified that the thunder was very loud that night and the three of them had always been on good terms. At that time, the whole house was burning. After he escaped, he wanted to go back to save others, but was killed by the neighbors. Stopped. The autopsy later proved that the two had been drinking, and there were no traces of artificial combustion in the house. The fire was caused by lightning striking the wiring.”
Either this person is in trouble, or he is...
Most science students or electricians can short circuit a line and cause a fire. It all depends on whether the heart is ruthless enough and whether the acting skills are adequate when acting.
Karak obviously thought of this and couldn't help but shook his head slightly: "After working in this business for a long time, I can always think of the dark side. Maybe he is just an unlucky and pitiful person."
Then he talked about what he had just found out... From the 20th to the 23rd of this month, there was indeed a seminar at the New York Hotel. There are indeed two names on the list provided by the organizer. On the night of Dr. Brown's accident, Dr. Lacey did attend meetings and dinners, as at least thirty people can attest. He did rent a house nearby and walked his dog every morning and evening.
I have to be the keynote speaker at meetings, deal with investors, arrange for killings, and walk the dog at the same time. The workload is too much. People who can do it all have extraordinary energy and brains.
On campus, even if there were people in black uniforms around him, the students and colleagues he met would still greet Dr. Lacey, and most of them would look back with curious eyes after walking past. Dr. Lacey also responded kindly, proving that he is usually a good person.
Karak pointed at the information on the table: "Maybe he just doesn't want to get involved. Not every scientific researcher is willing to sacrifice his life for unknown fields."
But she didn't know why, but she always felt that there was something wrong with Dr. Lacey.
Where is the evidence? Everything must be based on evidence!
She changed the topic and stood up: "By the way, it's time to take out the stitches. Let's go!"
The bureau has its own hospital, right next to the office building. The wound healed well. The doctor removed the sutures and reminded some precautions.
After walking out of the hospital, with his legs back to normal, Karak suggested going out to dinner, and he treated him.
"Okay!" Looking at the handsome young man in high spirits, the body that should have been put on a dress and put on makeup after the autopsy at this time was lying in the coffin. Now he is still alive and kicking, so the extra points should be saved.
(End of chapter)