Chapter 150 Trolley Problem Fruity Bomb
Jie Qian stared at Lin Xi with shock and resentment, but the girl who was being stared at didn't seem to care.
She consciously picked up the bowl that Jack had placed on the ground, tilted her head and asked the man, "Sir, won't you have lunch with me?"
It was a perfectly natural invitation, though somewhat inappropriate for a kidnapped victim and a murderer. But who cared? Besides Jess, no one else in this place was considered normal.
But Jack still refused her: "I've already eaten, you eat. Do you need my help?"
Lin Xi glanced at the chopped vegetable leaves and the meat of an unknown species in the soup, trying to ignore the fishy smell. He raised the bowl to his mouth and said, "Uh, no thanks."
She tilted her head back and lifted the bowl.
She simulated the act of gulping down soup, her throat rolling constantly and the amount of soup in the bowl decreasing, but in fact she was secretly throwing the soup into the system space bit by bit.
Fortunately, the bowl was big enough to cover the lower half of her face.
As someone who cherishes gourmet food, she couldn't bear to eat something like this. Seriously, could that meat be rat meat?
After all, according to Jin's profile, Jack the Ripper was an unemployed vagrant who was not rich. Lin Xi doubted whether he could buy decent ingredients.
She transferred the suspicious food into the system space, put down the soup bowl, and licked her lips in a savoring manner. "Thank you for the treat."
Jack took away her bowl, glanced at Lin Xi who was obediently putting her hands behind her back, and did not tie her up again. Instead, he told her the location of the toilet and the kitchen and let her move freely.
"In this basement, miss, you can stay wherever you want," said Jack.
"But don't touch the stairs." At this point, his tone was a little cold: "If I hear any movement, I will..."
Lin Xi looked at him with wide eyes.
"...I'll tie you up again."
Jack said finally.
Soon Lin Xi knew why Jack said that.
Because the steps leading from the basement to the upper floor are made of scrap metal and iron sheets, unlike the solid stone structure of the entire basement.
Now, due to the humid air, the iron sheet has rotted. Whenever people step on it, it makes an ominous, teeth-grinding "squeaking" sound.
Such a loud noise can be heard clearly even if you are upstairs and separated by a wooden board.
No wonder he was so confident in leaving himself here. Lin Xi touched his chin. If an ordinary person was caught, it would be difficult to escape.
Fortunately, she is not an ordinary person.
She glanced at Jessie who was staring at her, put her index finger on her lips, hushed her, and walked towards the kitchen behind the iron door.
The iron door creaked, but not as loudly as the stairs.
After opening the door, Lin Xi's nostrils flared as he smelled a strong stench of corpse.
She walked towards the sink and, not surprisingly, found a dead rat that had begun to rot next to the chopping board.
The faucet on the sink was still dripping. Adhering to the philosophy of resource conservation, water conservation, and environmental protection, Lin Xi reached out to tighten the faucet, but found that it was already slightly damaged. The more she turned, the more water dripped, so she gave up.
Her fingers brushed over the chopping board, rag, and kitchen knife on the kitchen stone table one by one. She ignored the skinned rat corpse as if nothing had happened, picked up the kitchen knife, weighed it, pressed the blade with her fingertips, and tested its sharpness - it was a very blunt knife.
She walked to the sink, pulled out the plug, turned on the faucet, washed her hands, and watched the water flow through the pipe under the sink into the aluminum bucket on the ground.
She saw several dirty bloodstains on the edge of the porcelain sink.
It had oxidized, as if someone had rubbed it in. The edges of the tiles on the pool had cracked and fallen off, revealing the cement underneath. Lin Xi saw several white scratches on the cement surface exposed after the tiles fell off.
She thought back to the time she saw Jie Qian in the outer room. Her exposed skin showed no signs of injury, but she had lied when Lin Xi had asked her if she would be beaten for being too loud.
King had told her that the Ripper sought out women to sacrifice in his rituals. This ritual was likely connected to the Ripper's own desires. Given that the women he targeted all shared similar characteristics—Asian, dark hair, lighter black or brown eyes, and a slender build—his desires were likely related to deceased relatives, and these characteristics likely matched those of his relatives.
In other words, the girls chosen by Jack the Ripper all looked like his deceased relatives.
Faced with faces similar to those of his deceased relatives, even a cruel man like him would have some empathy and would not inflict excessive corporal punishment on these girls.
But if that were the case, if the captured girl was simply imprisoned in the basement, even if three days had passed, Jessie would not have developed such a severe Stockholm syndrome. (Note 1)
What if it wasn't pain inflicted directly on the penis, but suffocation and fear?
Lin Xi's nails scratched the cement, leaving a white mark.
This mark is exactly the same as the one left on the pond.
It's the scratch marks from fingernails.
Lin Xi stood by the pool, and a picture seemed to have emerged in his mind:
The tall, thin man with blond hair grabbed the girl's hair and pulled her staggeringly into the house. The girl tried to keep her balance, but was unable to do so under the powerful force above her head.
The man pulled her to the side of the pool, roughly pressed her head into the pool, turned on the faucet, and cold water poured out from the faucet, gradually filling the pool.
This process was probably quite long. The girl's head was not directly immersed in the water, so she still had enough strength to struggle. Taking advantage of the man's unpreparedness, she waved her arms, and her half-grown nails may have scratched the man.
Jack paused, sighed, and regained control of the girl, watching the water gradually flood over her eyes, nose, and ears; watching her nails scratch on the tiles of the pool, scraping off the already cracked and falling tiles, leaving a few light white scratches on the dark gray cement, and her fingertips were also scratched in the struggle, leaving some blood on the tiles.
—Maybe your hands should be tied.
The man said.
So, after punishing the girls, the man found some hemp rope and tied the girls' hands behind their backs.
Then yesterday, the man pulled the girl into the kitchen again and dipped her head into the sink.
But this time he was no longer there to provide the girl with the oxygen she needed to sustain her life.
The man breathed a sigh of relief only after the girl stopped struggling and showed no signs of life. He picked her up and carefully tidied her appearance.
Then they took her body to the crime scene last night, dug out her heart and lungs, and hung it on the female saint elephant...
Lin Xi withdrew his fingers.
She roughly reconstructed the death scene of the deceased last night in her mind.
She picked up the broken tiles that had fallen on the edge of the pool, carefully compared the shapes of the pieces, and put them back together.
Then cross the pool and continue walking deeper into the "kitchen".
The space inside this cellar is larger than Lin Xi imagined.
Moreover, the further in he went, the less light from outside could reach him, and it became very dark. Lin Xi thought for a moment, then pulled out a flashlight from the system space, illuminating the small area in front of him.
Is the Ripper so poor that he has no money to buy a light bulb?
How could you make your own home look like a haunted house?
With such a good layout, he might as well set up a stall in front of his house and offer "Ten yuan a time, you can visit the haunted house as much as you want, and Jack the Ripper will make a guest appearance as an NPC in the haunted house..." This will definitely attract a lot of customers and make a lot of money.
He has no financial sense at all. No wonder he can't even afford a light bulb.
Moreover, she had wanted to complain from the beginning. Wasn't that guy a little too confident? He even untied the ropes behind his back and allowed her to wander around freely. Wasn't he really afraid that something would happen that he couldn't handle?
She shone the flashlight along the wall and found some scattered needles and tinfoil.
Well, even the substance abuse aspect is the same as Kim's profile.
She continued walking forward and turned another corner, and this time she saw something different.
Her eyes widened in surprise.
After a moment of hesitation, she reached out, pulled open the curtain covering the thing, shone the flashlight on it, and observed it carefully.
The black cloth was pulled aside to reveal a large glass installation hidden underneath.
It looks like a huge fish tank, with the water inlet on top and the water outlet on the bottom.
There was nothing inside the glass device at the moment.
But it may have been something before.
Lin Xi lowered the flashlight slightly and saw a few long black hairs remaining at the bottom of the tank.
...It seems that the previous speculation made at the pool has to be overturned. This should be the first scene of death of the deceased in the case last night.
However, the "Ripper" is really full of ritual. In pursuit of the sense of ritual, he actually built such a large "fish tank" in the basement...
...Huh?
Looking closer, Lin Xi discovered something new on the edge of the "fish tank".
That thing didn't need a flashlight to illuminate it; it was emitting a faint fluorescent light on its own.
Lin Xi took a closer look and saw that the thing was round and stuck to the glass like a round suction cup. Through its glass shell, he could see the blue and pink liquid inside.
It is these two liquids that emit faint fluorescence.
Lin Xi: “……?”
This is not that, that...
Is this a new type of bomb developed by the Organization and Technology Department?
Oh no, it’s not new either, it was developed four years ago…
During the development of this thing, the technical department even sent her an email and asked for her opinion!
Lin Xi was stunned.
No, the style of this basement is a little bit off here!
It used to be a horror movie style, but here it’s a technology style.
They're all horror movies though.
This is so weird, how come the organization’s things are here?
Lin Xi touched the smooth surface of the bomb with her hand, and the email that the technical department had sent her came to her mind.
It details the specific functions of this type of bomb.
As luck would have it, Lin Xi was attracted by the beautiful color of the bomb, so even though he was not very enthusiastic about his work, he remembered the email very clearly.
They said that the bomb was invented by a newcomer hired by the technical department that year.
Fluorescent blue and fluorescent pink liquids are two different explosive materials. They remain silent until they come into contact. However, once the two colors of liquid come into contact, the bomb explodes instantly. The power of this bomb is comparable to that of a large bomb. It is so powerful that the amount of explosives in a small bomb like this can destroy a three-bedroom apartment.
Lin Xi still remembers his first thought when he saw this:
Oh my god, this is indeed the world of science.
It's really not scientific at all.
Yesterday it was Newton who died, today it is Oppenheimer who died, so what about tomorrow? Will Einstein die tomorrow? (Note 2)
The second idea is:
What does the Black Organization's Technology R&D Department work on every day?!
Why would a bomb be so cute? You're not selling the patent!
Even now, Lin Xi thinks that this fluorescent blue and fluorescent pink are too cute.
And... she remembered that the technical department asked for her opinion at the end of the email.
How did she respond at that time?
[Such a lovely color, why not pair it with a lovely scent? ]
[Hmm, let's make these two explosive ingredients into fruit flavors... strawberry and blueberry flavors would be fine.]
Lin Xi covered his head.
Ahhhhh, what on earth was she thinking at that time!
Strawberry and blueberry flavored explosives, made into bombs that look like drinks but are powerful!
It's also a bit too darkly humorous.
She was now squatting in front of the bomb and could indeed smell the scent of strawberries and blueberries.
It smells pretty good, to be honest...it's no wonder they're the technical department of the organization, they even choose the product fragrance so well...
Perfectly matches its cute appearance.
But this little thing was only cute on the outside. Lin Xi remembered that the technical department had a lot of fun with these two bombs, creating bombs of various types and functions.
The one in front of him was a small remote-controlled bomb.
There is a detection device on the outside of the bomb. If anyone tries to pry open its shell or drop it on the ground, the detection device inside the bomb will detect an excessively strong shock and the bomb will explode immediately.
At present, the bomb is stuck on the glass of the "fish tank".
This means that if the "fish tank" breaks, the bomb will explode.
"Interesting..." Lin Xi stood up and muttered to himself.
Who brought the organization's bomb here?
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(Note 1: Stockholm syndrome: When faced with extreme threats, victims develop an emotional identification with the perpetrator and form a harmonious relationship. Key symptoms include a gradual shift in attitude toward the perpetrator from initial fear and hostility to sympathy and identification, and even to an alliance with the perpetrator, forming a friendly and cooperative relationship.)
(Note 2: Oppenheimer: Father of the Atomic Bomb)
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