Chapter 145： Gwen's Profile of Wushuang

The dossier is fresh.

yesterday.

Opening the dossier, what caught my eye was the first photo of the crime scene. A couple who looked like they were in their fifties collapsed in a pool of blood on the bedroom bed.

The death is horrific.

On the couple's body, the mess was almost covered with knives, which were clearly visible. The crime scene was **** and cruel. Obviously, the couple was stabbed to death by sharp weapons.

good guy.

That's it?

Locke secretly thought in his heart that it was true that he murdered, and he also admitted that he was a sinner in the legal sense, but he was not bloodthirsty, nor did he have any bad habits.

The most important thing.

One inch long, one inch strong.

This is the creed that Locke believes in.

If he can snipe targets from a long distance, he will never foolishly play close-up shooting, let alone assassinate with such a close-range weapon with a very low fault tolerance rate.

Is George blind?

Just by looking at the scene, I knew that this must be an imitation and committing a crime. Besides a notice, is there anything else that can connect the unparalleled assassins?

Locke thought so in his heart, turned to the next page, and then saw a post-it note in the file, and a business card.

The name on the card is, Patty Finn, name and phone only.

There is a big question mark on the sticky note.

Locke raised an eyebrow.

Fortunately, George doesn't seem to be blind. If George also thinks that he made this case, frankly speaking, Locke will be so disappointed in George, and seriously doubt whether George can be his old husband. .

Gwen and I are so smart, my husband, we can't be fools.

What if the child's IQ returns to his ancestors in the future and he follows George?

"This Patty Finn is..."

"Oh, Dad's high school classmate, who seems to be a gold medal producer of New York TV now, came to visit my dad a few days ago."

"Producer?"

"right."

Gwen nodded, then looked at the photo of the crime scene: "That's not right, it's not quite like the modus operandi of the Peerless Assassin, what did Dad think."

Locke looked at Gwen.

Gwen met Locke's gaze and explained, "Dad once showed me these photos and asked me to help analyze them. I also did an immature psychological test for the unparalleled assassin."

"Psychological test? Did you do it?"

"Ok."

Gwen nodded: "Didn't you be hospitalized last time, and then, didn't I suggest you go to see a psychiatrist? I was reading books at that time, and then you went back to school, Mary Jane was not I mentioned once that sometimes abuse can cause psychological pain, so I also borrowed psychological books from the library at the time, and then the NYPD psychology profiler became my psychology teacher, not bad, she Said, I feel that I can take the test for a psychologist's certificate in a while."

talking.

Gwen blinked, looked at Locke who was motionless, and asked curiously, "What's wrong with you?"

Locke came back to his senses and waved his hand.

He was already thinking about whether to learn the "anti-psychology" skill now, and then directly fill it up.

"Then what?"

"Whether it's in Texas or New York, the crime scene of the unparalleled assassins is simple and clean. Most of the victims were shot at a distance, and a small number were shot at close range, and there was not a single case of close-up. The murder case, and these victims have one thing in common."

"...all guilty?"

"This is the same, but the most special thing is the way they were killed. The unparalleled assassins love headshots, but, unlike ordinary bullets, these people will not look miserable after being shot in the head. The ordinary bullet headshots are very bad. Miserable, but these people are not, and neither Texas nor New York have any bullets extracted from these bodies."

"Yes?"

"The bullets used by the Peerless Assassin should be specially made."

Locke made a curious expression.

but……

It's normal, and it fits the science.

Any bullet fired from the silver dancer will disappear after hitting the target for a period of time.

After all, the bullet capacity of the silver dancer is infinite. If there are real objects when they are shot, then some of them do not conform to the basic laws of mass conservation or material exchange.

Moreover, if the bullets fired could not disappear, was Locke still so poor at that time?

Isn't it sweet to sell bullets directly?

Worst of all, even after the bullet is fired, if the warhead is sold as scrap, it is better to start from scratch and make a fortune.

Locke immediately looked at Gwen: "You said you did a psychological test for the unparalleled assassin?"

He was curious what Gwen's psychometrics looked like.

If there is a place for him.

He changed.

Change it now!

Gwen shrugged and said: "The age profile given by the FBI's Behavior Analysis Section is between twenty-five and thirty-five years old, but I don't think it should be, the age of the unparalleled assassin should be from sixteen to thirty-five years old. Twenty-five years old."

"Good guy."

Locke murmured inwardly and looked at Gwen: "Why?"

Gwen said: "Because of the target of the unparalleled assassin, in his opinion, he killed all the bad people who cannot be judged by the law. He is a little too idealistic. If he is twenty-five years old, an adult who has entered society should You will understand that the world is not black and white, but chaos."

"……Then what?"

"The Behavior Analysis Section thinks that the Wushuang Assassin should live alone or in a house left by his parents. I also agree with this point, but the Behavior Analysis Section said that the Wushuang Assassin should be a very unusual person in daily life. At first glance, if you look closely, you will find it very strange, I don't agree with it."

"Why?"

"The Wushuang Assassin first investigates whether the target is guilty, so he should be able to learn a lot of information about the target, and this requires the Wushuang Assassin to come out and move around. It should have been exposed, but on the contrary, the Wushuang Assassin should be a single person, living in his parents' room, with decent financial conditions, and a stable job that he can integrate perfectly into without making people suspect."

"..."

Locke was silent.

good guy.

Is this a psychological profile that can be made in less than three months of self-study psychology?

Isn't this so special that I described it in the way I am?

Living alone?

Locke lives alone.

Live in your parents' house?

To a certain extent, the Xingchen Building was indeed purchased with the inheritance of his nominal parents.

And have a stable job that fits perfectly into it?

Being a ninth grade... No, being a tenth grade high school student should be considered a job.

And then adding the age Gwen just said...

Locke smiled: "Is this written by you?"

Gwen shrugged beside him: "Yes, but a federal agent used a very simple evidence to deny my psychological profile?"

Locke's eyes lit up: "What?"

"The marksmanship of an unparalleled assassin."

"Uh……"

Gwen sighed: "The FBI said that there is a deadliest loophole in my profile, that is, the Peerless Assassin is a master of marksmanship and can be said to be a master of firearms, even if the Peerless Assassin is in the He is gifted and needs to practice marksmanship, and if my age profile is correct, then the Peerless Assassin must have learned to shoot at the age of fourteen at least."

Locke frowned.

MMP!

It was also the first time to shoot, at the age of fourteen. However, when he shot that time, he had already relied on the potential points he had accumulated over the years to light up his marksmanship.

Gwen spread his hands: "This is the most deadly point. If this is the case, if this is the case, then there should be rumors about the shooting circle in Texas, but no."

Locke breathed a sigh of relief.

Well done, F forced!

Fortunately, Gwen is not a professional. Like him, he is a student. If Gwen's psychological test is accepted, good guy, Locke feels that he is hanging.

but……

In the end he will still be found not.

Because his hands are smooth and smooth.

A gunman, his hands must have calluses from years of holding a gun.

Locke's hands are clean, but from this point, even if any law enforcement agency takes him to court, the jury will look at Locke's hands and think that it is a pair of writing hands, not murdering hands.

After Gwen finished speaking, he looked at the dossier on the table, and then looked at the question mark on the sticky note inside, and seemed to think of something: "I really want to understand what Dad is going to do."

Locke recovered.

Gwen said: "Dad told me and my mother that the Wushuang Assassin seems to be hiding lately. If this case is not done by the Wushuang Assassin, then Dad probably wants to do the trick and use this case to seduce the Wushuang Assassin. Come out, because the Peerless Assassin is a proud person, he will never allow himself to take such a black cauldron, or, looking at his notice, be abused by a copycat murderer and ruin his reputation!"

Locke didn't want to talk anymore.

In fact, when Gwen said that George had asked her to refer to these cases, Locke had already sensed what George was doing.

Gwen's words only made Locke sure of this.

but……

Locke was a little weak, and George looked at the thick eyebrows and big eyes, but as a result, he also played this little trick.

The most crucial point.

As Gwen's profile of him is very close, this case will indeed let the unparalleled assassin come out, because, as Gwen said, Locke will never allow his reputation to be tarnished by others and given to serial killers. Fake use.

So, what George is playing is a conspiracy.

Or……

George intends to kill two birds with one stone use this imitator to lure out the unparalleled assassin, and then use the unparalleled assassin to lower the psychological guard of the imitator, and then, in one go, directly capture the two?

Locke couldn't help but secretly said something wonderful, wanting to applaud George.

at this time.

downstairs.

Helen suddenly exclaimed.

"Oh, God!"

"Gwen..."

"..."

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