Chapter 135: Whitechapel Serial Murder Case I deliberately picked a slightly cleaner one...
Meanwhile, in the lounge.
Kim Bonnar put his hands in the pockets of his windbreaker and walked slowly into the lounge door.
He did not attract much attention. The audience and guests were all discussing the murder case with excitement or fear.
He immediately spotted the girl in the crowd.
She is so conspicuous that it is hard not to notice her.
She was holding her phone, as if watching a video.
Jin glanced at Sawada Hiroki standing next to her, and understood:
She was watching the surveillance video.
The person next to her is the real core technical personnel of Schindler Company, so it is not difficult for him to obtain a surveillance video.
The white cat stepped on her shoulder.
But it is no longer the young kitten it used to be. It is chubby and heavy, and is only suitable to be held in people's arms, not on shoulders.
Soon, a pair of hands took it away - the owner of the hands was the young man next to her, Morey Gaunt.
Morey Gaunt... he had never heard of this man before.
It's strange that I am familiar with her but don't know her.
Kim Bonnar stood not far from the girl, letting his thoughts wander.
He raised his wrist, holding it up to the light.
The ugly scars left by the burns crawled on his wrists, barely hidden by the white cuffs.
There were scars like this everywhere, under his windbreaker, on the lining, and on his skin.
This is the mark left by the fire.
Kim Bonnar didn't feel anything about his scars. Every time he saw them, he would be reminded of the girl he once was, who also had a dense scarring of them.
Fortunately, he seems to have fully recovered now.
Sometimes remembering the past is not always a good thing. It can make people fall into indescribable emotions again and again.
Instead of this, it would be better to forget everything like her.
At least now, she looked trouble-free.
The light shone on the white back of his hand.
Through his knuckled fingers, Kim Bonnar saw the girl's gaze.
There was a fresh curiosity in his eyes.
So the white-haired man paused and walked towards her.
She was indeed watching the surveillance video.
It was the surveillance camera outside the window. The footage was paused on the figure of a man in plain clothes, hunched over and head lowered, walking out.
"Mr. Bonnar, would you like a cup of coffee?" Lin Xi asked him. "They provide it for free in the lounge. I just happened to have an extra cup."
"It's a hot latte without sugar."
Jin was silent for a moment and nodded.
So Lin Xi handed him the coffee and said naturally:
"Mr. Bonnard, what were you doing over there? I saw you there."
The man took the paper cup. The coffee inside was scalding hot, as if it had just been taken.
The outer wall of the cup is thoughtfully covered with a cup cover to reduce the temperature.
"Profiling," he began. "After I quit your job as a curator, I went to the FBI and became their psychological profiler."
Resign. Lin Xi keenly grasped the key words. Something had happened to "Lin Xi" that year that made him voluntarily resign from his job as a curator.
"Profiler?" She held her chin. "Sounds like the kind of character that only appears in novels and movies."
"So, what have you discovered? Well, if you can tell me about it, that is."
Jin said simply, "This is a copycat case. The murderer is the deceased's boyfriend."
Completely disregarding the FBI's confidentiality agreement.
Lin Xi: ...
It is to let you know the question, not to give you the answer directly.
Wouldn't that completely take away the fun of reasoning?!
Although she wasn't particularly keen on reasoning...but the press conference for [Cocoon] had been interrupted, couldn't she have some fun?
"Why?" she asked.
Jin thought she was asking why the murderer killed his girlfriend, and replied: "It was either a relationship entanglement or greed for money."
"After committing the crime on impulse, he wanted to bury the evidence and get rid of suspicion. So he prepared the crime scene like the murder scene in the 'Whitechapel murders' case, hoping to shift the blame to the serial killer."
Lin Xi: ...
In fact, she wanted to ask why Kim Bonnar concluded that this was a copycat case and on what basis he deduced that the murderer was the deceased's boyfriend.
But never mind…she pretty much knew it anyway.
Lin Xi smiled and suddenly said something unrelated to the case: "Mr. Bonnar was also at the crime scene, but there was no smell of blood on him."
She has a very sensitive sense of smell and can smell subtle changes in other people's scent.
This is also the ability given by the system after upgrading skills.
From a distance, Lin Xi could smell the bloody odor of the crime scene, and could also distinguish the breath of the people surrounding her in the lounge -
Keimitsu Morofushi smelled of sunshine, as did Coco; Hiroki Sawada and June Sugishima smelled of the perfume boxes placed in the studio of Schindler's company; Ai Haibara smelled of the cheese and ham croissants and milk they had eaten that morning, as well as the same orange blossom shower gel as Lin Xi's own.
And Kim Bonnar had no scent.
He was clean from beginning to end. Even after stepping into a bloody scene, he didn't smell a bit of blood and remained clean.
Lin Xi thought that such a person would not leave any traces when committing a crime.
At least there's no sign of it from the smell.
Kim Bonnar remained noncommittal: "I deliberately chose a slightly cleaner place to set foot."
He actually has a mild case of mysophobia.
But work is work, there is no way, whether it is painting materials or blood, he has to adapt.
Lin Xi seemed to be lost in thought.
This guy is similar to her in some ways. She doesn't like to get her hands on blood even when she kills people.
Gin was the same way, actually. Because blood meant traces. In their line of work, no one wanted to leave traces.
So a gun is always better than a knife for him.
She pointed at the figure on the screen and asked, "Why wasn't that 'Ripper' doing it? Look, he's in the picture right here, isn't he?"
Kim Bonnar glanced at the screen she was pointing at.
He glanced at Lin Xi, who seemed to be "full of curiosity," and paused strangely before saying, "This is the deceased's boyfriend, who changed his clothes and pretended to be the Ripper. He's not the real 'Ripper'."
"The clothes should have been the cleaning staff's clothes that were placed in the men's restroom cubicle. After changing his clothes in the men's restroom, he climbed out through the men's window, then climbed back in through the women's restroom window. He killed the victim with a weapon, cleaned up the scene, and then climbed out through the window again and walked under the camera."
The white-haired man said calmly, "This camera can only capture the outside. So he only needs to come out of the women's bathroom, walk along the fence, and then climb back to the men's bathroom by following the wall. He can then create the illusion that the Ripper is wearing cleaning clothes and walking away after killing someone."
"He took off his clothes, threw away the murder weapon, went back to the men's bathroom, opened the door, and called the deceased as if he had never left the men's bathroom. Then, as the first witness and relative of the victim, he returned to the lounge and blamed the entire case on the 'Ripper'."
"If this hypothesis is believed, it would be easy for the police to follow this line of thought and investigate the 'Ripper' while letting the real murderer go."
"Sounds reasonable." Lin Xi put down the phone and handed it back to Hongshu - this was Hongshu's phone.
"But Mr. Bonnard, where's the evidence?"
The white-haired man looked at her gravely.
He didn't say anything, but Lin Xi understood what he meant:
He was a profiler, not a detective, and finding evidence was not part of his job description.
"...I've already stated my speculation, and now it's your turn to tell the rest," Jin said. "I remember you used to like playing detective games."
Lin Xi raised his eyebrows.
It’s so strange, why does the previous “Lin Xi” sound so similar to herself?
Did the system take her into consideration when setting her identity?
"Well, the evidence is in his shoes. He didn't change his shoes." Lin Xi said briskly, "I smelled his scent when I came to the lounge."
When he cut open the victim's body and dissected her internal organs, a large amount of blood gushed out, inevitably splashing onto his clothes and shoes.
The clothes didn't matter; they were going to be thrown in the trash anyway - but the pair of leather shoes that matched his three-piece suit finally gave him away.
The bloodstains left on it made Lin Xi couldn't help but look back when they passed by him.
In Lin Xi's eyes, the smell of blood on him was obviously comparable to the smell of cigarettes on Thomas Schindler.
Jin held the coffee, feeling that it was no longer as hot as before, and took a sip.
Sugar-free hot latte, tastes good.
I haven't had coffee in a long time.
"Mr. Bonnard." The girl leaned back in her chair with great interest and extended an invitation. "Although you really have mistaken me for someone else, and I've never seen you before—but sometimes mistaken identity is the beginning of friendship."
"Let's get to know each other again, Mr. Bonar. My name is Linxi, the same as the tree that stands out among the trees, and the stream that flows silently. I'm Chinese, currently living in Japan. I came to the United States to visit some friends, and unexpectedly, I met not only 'new friends' but also 'old friends'."
Lin Xi said with a smile.
The "old friend" was, of course, Morufushi Kagemitsu, and the "new friend" was Kim Bonnar. But to others, it sounded completely different: they all thought Morufushi Kagemitsu was the "new friend," and the white-haired man was the "old friend."
Ai Haibara calmly took a sip of coffee and watched her sister start to use her invincible social Max skills again.
If nothing unexpected happens, this white-haired man who suddenly appears will immediately become Sister Lin's new friend.
Sure enough, Kim Bonnar looked at Lin Xi for a while, then held her outstretched hand.
Look, she said no one can refuse Sister Lin.
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On the other side, outside the crime scene.
Judy asked calmly, "Mr. Reiner, can you explain why there is blood on your shoes?"
The man, sweating profusely, explained, "I opened the door and saw my girlfriend there. Of course I couldn't help but go up to check. I must have accidentally stepped on it then..."
"But the surveillance footage shows you never set foot in the women's restroom, Mr. Reiner. And... the shape of the bloodstain doesn't look like it was accidentally stepped on."
"Stop quibbling. Confess and you'll be treated leniently. Resist and you'll be treated severely."
As Judy spoke, the police officers on both sides approached the man, ready to control him at any time.
Seeing that the truth was exposed and there was no room for maneuver, the man began the traditional Conan plot of crying, kneeling, and then confessing.
It can only be said that no matter which country the criminals are from, as long as they are in the scientific world, they will be assimilated into the same appearance after they find that they cannot escape the punishment of the law.
Judy Stelling listened to his statement quietly, and as expected, it was the murder caused by boring love, hatred and vengeance.
She signaled the officer to handcuff him and patted his shoulder:
"I just said that confessions are rewarded with leniency. Mr. Reina, if you can seriously explain to the media that you killed your girlfriend in imitation of the Ripper and wanted to frame him, perhaps we can get you a life sentence..."
If he cooperates, the public pressure on the FBI will be less...
…
After finishing her work, Judy Stelling walked towards the lounge.
After the prisoners were taken away, the access control of the lounge was lifted and guests were able to enter and exit freely.
However, there are still many people staying here, waiting for the press conference to continue.
Judy saw a white-haired figure in the crowd, walking in that direction.
Before leaving, she wanted to say hello to her colleagues.
Then she saw the white-haired man surrounded by a group of people, some big and some small, and the leader was the girl who passed by her.
Judy hesitated.
Do they actually know each other?
It seems she came at the wrong time...
But soon, she heard the girl's cheerful voice:
"Kim. Since you're a psychological profiler for the FBI, you must be investigating the Whitechapel case as well."
"What's your profile of the 'Ripper'?"
Judy:?
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