I'm In Charge of SCP Chapter 364

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"The girl's spirit has been greatly stimulated. Her mood is very unstable. Your conversation needs to be limited to less than ten minutes."

The doctor lifted his glasses with his index finger and looked at the two people in front of him, "From a humanitarian point of view, I don't want you to continue to interrogate her. As a doctor, I am responsible for my patients."

Opposite him, Galair glanced at Zhang Jue, but nodded helplessly.

He thought that the only survivor would know what happened when she woke up, but he didn't expect that she was so frightened that she was insane. After the doctor gave her a tranquilizer, she barely fell asleep.

When she woke up again, Galair didn't dare to go in by himself. He immediately notified Zhang Jue, and then the two of them were blocked by the doctor at the door.

Ten minutes, if the other party is a normal person, this time is enough.

But now they don't know if this survivor can communicate.

It was ten o'clock in the morning, and the sun was shining outside.

The two pushed open the door and found that the girl was still curled up beside the bed, shivering.

"Evelyn?" Galair tried to call.

The girl's eyes moved, but she still couldn't stop shaking.

The two sat down by her bed, and Zhang Jue cautiously said: "Evelyn, we are the agents investigating the murder of your parents. Can you tell us about the situation at that time?"

Evelyn turned her head mechanically to look at him, and Zhang Jue could even hear her upper and lower teeth fighting.

Zhang Jue continued: "Evelyn, don't you want to avenge your parents? Don't you want to bring the prisoner to justice?"

"Ghost—Ghost!!"

Evelyn's body shook more violently, and Galair wanted to call a doctor, but Zhang Jue waved her hand to stop it.

Galair looked at him, but saw Zhang Jue staring at Evelyn's eyes.

"Evelyn, it's not a ghost, remember, you fought with her, and even grabbed her ring!"

Yes!

Galair slapped his thigh, how he didn't expect it.

"It's not... ghost... not... ghost..."

Evelyn repeated Zhang Jue's words mechanically.

"Yes, that's not a ghost at all, you have to believe in yourself." Zhang Jue continued to help her with mental construction, "No matter what you see, it is all people who are doing the wrong thing! Trust us, as long as you tell me what you see , We will help you bring the murderer to justice!"

"What did I see..."

"Yes, tell me, what did you see that night." Zhang Jue's tone gradually became calm. "Do you remember that it was around ten o'clock in the evening. Your family of three was sitting in the living room watching TV, and your father went A trip to the kitchen..."

"Yes, my father wanted to cut the watermelon, but he found that the knife on the shelf was missing." Evelyn's eyes were dull, lost in memory, "He turned and asked my mother where the knife was placed. , And then...Ah!!!"

Evelyn yelled again, she held her head in her hands, seemingly terrified.

Zhang Jue grabbed her hands with brute force: "Evelyn, don't be afraid, tell me what you see!"

"I saw a hand!" Evelyn said in horror. "A hand appeared behind her father and pierced his neck with a knife..."

Galair was surprised: "Are you sure it's just a hand? No one?"

Evelyn's eyes widened: "There is only one hand, it seems to be sticking out from hell... She held the kitchen knife and stabbed my father twice in the back. My father turned around and was stabbed by it again. Two swords... Mother was frightened and screamed to escape, but she didn't know who locked the door. She was stabbed a few times at the door..."

"What about you?" Zhang Jue looked at her, "Then how did you escape?"

"I..." Evelyn was stunned, "After seeing my mother being stabbed, I ran to my room, I closed the door, and then I saw that hand stopped in front of me, it turned towards me I stabbed him in the abdomen, and I held that hand, desperately trying to grab the knife, but I only slammed off its ring."

Under Zhang Jue's guidance, Evelyn gradually returned to normal, and her speech rate gradually became flat.

"I fell and fell in front of the closet. I opened the closet door and got in. I was terribly scared at the time..."

Evelyn's voice became smaller and smaller, and Zhang Jue squeezed her chin: "You mean, when you got into the cabinet, that hand stopped following you?"

"No." Evelyn shook her head: "I can feel that it wants to open the door from the outside, but I have been leaning against the door, and it can't open."

"It turned out to be so."

Zhang Jue nodded thoughtfully, seemingly rewarded.

Ten minutes later, Zhang Jue and Galair retreated from Evelyn's ward.

It is strange to say that after Zhang Jue's guidance, Evelyn faced her fear and her mental condition seemed to be better, but the two still did not disturb her for too long.

"Mr. Zhang, did you find anything?" Galair asked.

Zhang Jue was thinking, and he laughed when he heard the words: "Inspector Galair, I found out that you don't like to use your brains much these days."

Galair smiled awkwardly: "It is also a kind of ability to be able to clearly recognize the gap between himself and a good person."

"This flattering is good, it's really hard for you, Sir." Zhang Jue patted Galaire on the shoulder, "I can give you a hint, why do you think that hand can teleport from the host's body? Behind the mistress, then teleported to Evelyn's bedroom, but didn't follow her into the closet in the end?"

Galair was stunned and found that this was indeed a very unreasonable place.

He subconsciously asked: "Why?"

Zhang Jue smiled at him.

"Confidentiality."

Galair wanted to curse.

But he has now recognized Zhang Jue's ability. Whether this case can be solved depends on this thrust master.

Seeing Zhang Jue walking outside the hospital, he shouted: "Mr. Zhang, what are you doing?"

"Go to the Bureau of Investigation, I probably guessed who the prisoner is."

Galair was driving while observing Zhang Jue in the rearview mirror.

Although his reasoning ability is not as good as Zhang Jue, he is still keenly aware of Zhang Jue's words.

What he just said was that he guessed "who" the prisoner was.

In other words, not only did he know the criminal's criminal tactics, but he even knew the identity of the criminal.

According to normal language habits, it is generally necessary to be accurate to a certain person before using the description of "know who it is".

Galair guessed that Zhang Jue probably had a similar case before and dealt with this murderer.

Zhang Jue sat in the back seat of the police car with his eyes closed and rested.

He didn't lie to Galair.

After so many days of investigation, he has indeed targeted someone.

In his impression, only that person has the ability to do all these incredible things.

But he is not sure, so he needs to go back to the Bureau of Investigation, read all the information again, and find some supporting evidence.

The two returned to the Bureau of Investigation. Zhang Jue first found the surveillance video of the day that Eternal Love was lost in the museum three years ago.

And what he watched was not the video of the Eternal Love exhibition hall, but the video of several surveillance outside the exhibition hall.

There are a lot of videos and it is very time consuming.

He first watched it at 16 times speed, then adjusted it back to 8 times speed, and watched some suspicious places again.

At the same time, he also asked Galair to check the visitor records of the victim's home in the last month-you can find it from the surveillance on the street corner.

Although Galair didn't understand why, he had learned to do it first and then ask.

A few hours later, Galair hurried back from outside, holding a large videotape in his hand.

"Because the victim has just inherited the old lady's estate, they plan to sell the house. In the past month, many real estate agents and individual buyers have visited their house, so they are very crowded."

"That's right." Zhang Jue took the video tape and threw it directly on the table.

"Huh? Don't you watch Mr. Zhang?" Galair was surprised, because he belonged to a different organization, but it took him a lot of effort to get this videotape.

"No need." Zhang Jue shook his head, "I have determined the identity of the prisoner."

"Forehead……"

Galair was stunned for a moment. Although it was great news for him, he still didn't know what to say.

People from the Bureau of Investigation did not know how many times Zhang Jue watched the videotapes, and even analyzed them frame by frame with a computer, and found nothing suspicious.

And this person passed it at such a fast speed to confirm the murderer?

Doesn't this mean that these people in their investigation bureau are all sloppy?

Galair thought of Holmes.

Like his teacher Hodgson, he liked this detective very much.

The Mark Zhang in front of him gave him the same feeling as Holmes.

The process of common people's reasoning is from one to two, from two to three, there are traces to follow.

But perverts like them, probably from one to five, from five to ten, their thinking jumps very fiercely, like a lunatic.

Even if the president of the Royal Reasoning Society would go out and grab a taxi driver and tell him that this was the murderer, Galair would not be surprised.

"Um, Mr. Zhang, then what shall we do next?" Gallair asked.

"Inspector Galair, I said if your head is pretty funny." Zhang Jue sat on the chair with a look of helplessness, "Since we know who the murderer is, then of course we are going to catch her next. ."

In fact, I can't blame Galair.

In the French Bureau of Investigation, he is also one of the top talents, and he has solved many bizarre cases, but Zhang Jue set off a bit like a mentally handicapped person.

You have to admit that if you have an omnipotent genius by your side, you will gradually give up the habit of thinking.

Because you just ask him, he will overturn all your previous conclusions, and then throw out an idea you will never think of in a very short time, telling you that this is the optimal solution.

Galair's initial arrogance was smashed by Zhang Jue, and he is now very accurate in positioning himself-he is a dispensable tool man who can only run errands.

"Then how do we catch her?" Galair asked shamelessly.

"Ah, this is indeed a bit difficult." Zhang Jue squeezed his chin, "Well, let's report the girl's waking up through the news. Let's have a wave of fishing law enforcement, how about?"

Galair looked at Zhang Jue's expression and couldn't tell whether he was joking or not.

After spending a few days with him, Galair still failed to grasp his temper. Sometimes this man was very serious, sometimes he looked like a playful second-generation ancestor.

"Really?" Galair tried to ask.

"Of course it's true, but it's hard to say whether the other party will be fooled. It depends on luck." Zhang Jue lifted his legs, not knowing what he was thinking of, and the corners of his mouth pulled out an arc, "Different from my hapless father," My luck has always been good, and I hope it will be the same this time."

Three days later, the 3 and 13 major homicides in France appeared in the newspapers and made major news headlines. Even the TV news channel set aside time for special reports.

According to reports, the female survivor had lost her memory due to the tremendous stimulation and had no memory of the situation at the time of the crime.

After she is discharged from the hospital, she will take a large amount of inheritance from her father and grandmother and leave her hometown in secret.

And this case was shelved because there were too few clues.

Because the ring stolen case has not been solved so far, the prestige of the French Bureau of Investigation among ordinary people has dropped to its lowest point ever.

For this report, most people see it as a joke.

Only a handful of people guessed the reason why the Bureau of Investigation did so, probably because they wanted to seduce the murderer.

But would others not see such a simple strategy?

So it was regarded as a bigger joke.

As soon as this report came out, it caused a strong response. In addition to the national TV station, many local TV and even webcasters rushed to the hospital.

The entire hospital was overcrowded for a while~www.mtlnovel.com~ was full of journalists with machines for interviews and videos.

If it hadn't been for the Bureau of Investigation, the entire hospital would have been flattened by these people.

But it still almost clashed with these people who want to make money.

In the hall of the hospital corridor, a young woman wearing a peaked cap and a camera in her hand was shooting frantically at this scene.

She carried a press card on her chest, and it seemed that there would be a new report about the conflict between investigative bureau agents and journalists.

But the next second, her camera was taken away.

She looked up and saw an Oriental man with black eyes and black hair standing in front of her, just blocking the way between her and the gate.

The man was wearing a brown trench coat and a deerstalker hat, and he looked a bit like Sherlock Holmes-except that he didn't have the big pipe.

"I said, you really dare to come." He smiled, and then said to the man dressed as the detective next to him, "Come on, Galair, let me introduce to you, this lady is killing Eve. The murderer of Lin's family, oh, you stole the ring too, am I right?"

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