Chapter 240 Girl, white, wealthy area, 10 years old this year

  The bedroom on the second floor of the villa.

  The ex-wife of the deceased Paul Blake was named Iona, a young Caucasian woman dressed in very violent... cool clothes.

   When Roan and Lacey walked upstairs, she was smoking a lady's cigarette and whispering to her daughter with her arms around her.

   "Hello, Ms. Iona."

  Roan and Lacey took out the FBI's golden badge to show their identities, and then began to ask about relevant content.

   "I didn't expect this to happen."

  Iona opened her mouth and exhaled a puff of smoke, knocked on Erlang's legs, put her arms around her daughter and said:

  “My daughter has experienced too much during this period. First, I cheated and divorced, and then my father died. This is really too difficult for her.”

  Because Iona's clothes are too cool, when the other party raises her legs, Lacey can even see her center point and similar panties.

  In addition, Iona is not bad in appearance, so when Lacey took out her small notebook to record her words, her eyes always wandered a little uncontrollably.

   He slapped Lacey's arm hard, and Roan was actually a little speechless. It was the first time he saw a woman cheating on him, and he said it so confidently.

   But this is the Federation, how can Iona engage in her freedom? After a brief chat with her, Roan turned his attention to the daughter in her arms, Keli.

   "I was sleeping."

   Keli’s emotions obviously haven’t recovered. Keli didn’t know how to answer the question Roan asked, but kept repeating everything that happened that night:

   "Uncle Kelton pulled me out of the bed and told me to hide under the bed, and then I saw Uncle Kelton fighting a black man with a knife under the bed.

  I seem to have seen that black man. He was the one who decorated this house. My dad had quarreled with him before, because when my dad was working outside, he took pictures of the man eating leaves and selling them when he was decorating.

   After the uncle fell down, the black man took off his pants, swung the knife a few times, and then left.

   When there was no movement in the room, I crawled out from under the bed and called the police. "

  Ke Li said that what she said when she called the police was a few words her father taught her before:

  Girl, Caucasian, 10 years old this year, lives in a wealthy area of ​​an upscale community, someone wants to kill her, please help.

   Sure enough, the NYPD arrived at the villa in less than three minutes.

   "..." x2

  Ke Li’s last words were a bit sloppy, Lacey opened her mouth and didn’t know what to say.

  Also, Claire said the killer was black, but black serial killers are... so rare.

  Roan next to him rubbed his temples. He couldn't tell whether the murderer was a black man. Ke Li was a bit out of line when she spoke, and the scene didn't turn on the lights when the crime happened.

  But Roan noticed another important point in Keli's words:

   "Ke Li, you just said that when your father was working outside, you took pictures of the unruly workers when they were working at your house?"

  The security system has not been renovated, and the cameras have not been arranged yet. Where did Paul Blake take the photos?

  Ke Li raised her head, with some doubts on her face, Roan had no choice but to turn her gaze to Iona.

   “Paul likes to have hidden cameras in his home.”

  Iona exhaled another puff of smoke, and said coldly:

   "He's a control freak, and he likes the feeling of monitoring others all the time."

  Iona said that she was indeed at fault for cheating, but was Paul Blake not at fault?

   "OK, OK."

  Hearing Iona's words, Roan's eyes lit up, ignoring the emotional conflict between the two, he got up and asked:

   "Where does Paul usually install his hidden cameras?"

  ——

  Investigation Team No. 5, office area.

  In Mona's computer, a surveillance video with a dark screen is playing.

   "This is a video taken by the hidden camera on the clock in Paul Blake's living room!"

  Roan clapped his palms and signaled all the agents to come here to watch.

  The time on the surveillance was 12:46 last night. A man in black, black pants, and a black hood pried open the back door of Paul Blake's villa and walked in slowly.

  The murderer has never appeared in the subsequent screens, because the two victims were assassinated upstairs.

   A moment later, the murderer walked down the stairs and quickly fled the place according to the route he came from, holding a **** sharp knife in his hand.

   "It seems that this is the murderer we are looking for, and the murder weapon was also taken away by him."

  Roan nodded in satisfaction, and then asked:

   "How about it, can you do face recognition?"

"can not do this."

  Mona shook her head, tapped the keyboard a few times to zoom in on the video, and the detectives discovered that the murderer was wearing a black hood, and the video was blurry, so they couldn't see anything clearly.

"All right."

  Roan stood up straight with his hands on his hips, and continued:

   "So, does anyone else have any good news for me?"

   "The report from the trace inspection department has come out."

Ryder next to    held up the folder in his hand:

   "According to the autopsy report, the three victims had the same marks of knife wounds, and the murderer also had the same habit of using a knife, so it can be determined that the murderer in the three murder cases is the same person."

   "So now it's 100% sure it's a serial murder case, but it's not good news."

  Roan picked up the coffee on the table and took a sip, then turned to look at William and other technical agents:

   "How about you? Is there any good news?"

"certainly!"

  William chuckled, picked up a few pieces of paper from the table and said:

   "According to your request, we dug into the situation of the three of them together with Mona, and found that they have all called the same person many times recently.

  According to the investigation, the owner of this call is Magdalena, a 57-year-old mother who specializes in providing high-end prostitutes for rich men. "

  Took the paper from William, which contained a photo of Magdalena. Although she was 57 years old, she still had a charm and a good figure.

  Below the photo, there are Magdalena's life mottos, one of which is "A woman's body is an asset. Since it is an asset, it must be well maintained and sold at a good price."

  At the same time, Magdalena also despises the women in the streets and alleys very much, and has no economic awareness at all. She said that since they all spread their legs, why not improve themselves to make more money.

   "..."

  Roan scratched his head, not knowing how to comment on Magdalena's words.

   But thinking that this is the Federation, and the breath of freedom is everywhere, Magdalena's thoughts are nothing.

   Shaking the paper in his hand, Roan continued to ask:

   "So, what do you mean, the murderer may be related to the women under Magdalena?"

  Mona shook her shoulders:

   "We couldn't find any specific information about Magdalena's women.

   However, it is said that most of Magdalena's women work part-time. They have their own lives and boyfriends on weekdays.

  In case a boyfriend discovers another side of his girlfriend, and the three victims have all been served by that woman..."

   "The fires of jealousy and rage are enough to set a man ablaze."

  Roan nodded, and was just about to ask someone to bring Magdalena back for questioning, when Augustus suddenly had a gloomy face, pushed open the door of the office area of ​​the investigation team No. 5 and walked in:

   "Everyone, the NYPD just discovered a new victim."

   "What?" xN

  (end of this chapter)