"It's true what you said." The man said with lingering fear. "The scar was re-inflamed at that time and it hurt like hell. It was like there was some foreign body drilling into my bones. I was in so much pain that I lost consciousness."

Right!

Leaving scars - scar pain, fever - mysterious power begins to operate - committing a crime.

Dean quickly formed a clear logical chain in his mind, pacing slowly in the cubicle, muttering to himself,

"On the day when the scar is most painful, the mysterious power reaches its peak, and the framed person commits the crime."

"That's true of David Lee and Abby Clark."

Dean's eyes were hot,

"The two cases have the same process, which cannot be explained by coincidence. Therefore, the cases are full of supernatural power, driving David and Abby to commit murders! This is how the real murderer committed the crime!"

Holden grinned and rubbed his temples.

But David was puzzled, as if he had heard a book from heaven,

"Is this scar related to my case?"

Di Fang ignored it and continued to fall into a daze.

"Ignore him." Holden shook his head and smiled, but did not explain, "His thinking is a little different from ordinary people, and he occasionally falls into hysteria."

David nodded, "Who is Abby Clark, the girl in the photo?"

"Yes, she killed a boy in Las Vegas. There is DNA evidence, video, and witnesses."

"Isn't this just another me?" David opened his mouth, feeling sympathy for her, "I don't know her, but I believe she is also an innocent person. If she has not been convicted, please help her and don't let her suffer again.

The law wrongly accuses a good person, I have experienced this inhuman pain!"

"David, you have helped me a lot. The real culprit is about to be revealed." Dean looked into the man's eyes after regaining consciousness, "But do you still remember how the scar on the back of your neck came from?"

"May 10th... somewhere in Santa Monica, someone touched me." David looked at Dean with a strange expression, hesitating to speak - this guy was asking all kinds of inexplicable questions.

.

"Are you sure this is Santa Monica and not somewhere else?"

"Well, in the six months before I was sent to prison, I never left the vicinity of the school."

Dean raised his eyebrows.

"Do you still remember what you were wearing in the surveillance video on the day of the incident, including your clothes, pants and shoes? Are they completely unfamiliar to you?"

"In the surveillance video, I was wearing a popular shirt, casual pants, and leather shoes..." David said seriously, "To be honest, I look like that."

Dean pursed his lips.

In Las Vegas, he deduced from the origin of Abby's three-striped sportswear when she committed the murder and the origin of Abby's wrist scars that the murderer's last crime location was Santa Monica.

But now, David actually has a scar in Santa Monica, and his clothes are nothing special, so Dean can no longer deduce the location of the last crime using the old method.

He cannot continue to pursue past cases.

…

How to proceed with the investigation?

Dis thought, his eyes lit up after a moment.

Past cases are hard to trace, but what about the future? The murderer also carelessly left a clue in the future——

The night Abby committed the crime, she left a crescent-shaped scar on the wrist of the bar owner Jack!

The scar was passed from David to Abby, and then from Abby to Jack.

If nothing else goes wrong, the mysterious power has been passed on to Jack. One day in the future, Jack will be like his two predecessors, falling into a fever and coma, and committing horrific murders involuntarily.

As long as you monitor him quietly, the murderer will reveal himself.

The system progress jumped to 60%.

"Holden!" Dean suddenly turned to his companions and said eagerly, "Now that sufficient evidence is in front of us, we must go and stare at the owner of the Black Jack Bar. Abby passed the scar to him!"

Holden looked embarrassed,

"Scar hypnosis leads to crime? This is impossible to convince our colleagues. I have to think of a reasonable excuse."

"Hurry up." Dean turned around and looked at the skinny and pitiful man, recalling yesterday's visit to his old home in his mind, "David, did your parents pass away in an accident?"

"Accident?" David put down the instant noodle bucket, clenched his fists, his eyes were red, "It was not an accident! When I was being held in the detention center, Kelly Scott's father broke into my house angrily and shot him to death.

My relatives, and then shot themselves to death."

"He avenged his daughter, but he found the wrong person from the beginning to the end!" David sobbed heartbreakingly, "I am innocent! My poor parents should not bear this kind of fate!"

Dean's breath hitched.

The victim's family shot and killed the murderer's family, and the murderer was wrongly accused.

This is truly a human tragedy.

"My condolences, David, you are not the only one who is pitiful." Thoughts flashed in Holden's eyes, "Kelly's family could not escape the tragic fate. They were cursed and died one after another, first Kelly, and then It's her grandmother, her mother, and finally her insane father. They're all gone."

"All dead? I'm the only one left in the two families?" David was shocked, and the sadness and anger on his face disappeared, leaving only deep despair and confusion——

It was as if an invisible hand was playing tricks on these two families, pushing their fate into the bottomless abyss.

All three of them had heavy hearts and responded in silence.

The entire cubicle fell into an uncomfortable silence, and the air was so thick that it was difficult to breathe.

"Sorry for making you sad, that's all for today." After a moment, Holden turned off and put away the recording equipment, looked at Dean, who nodded. The scars on the murderer's body were from when he committed the crime. The special status has been verified, and this visit should end.

"When we catch the culprit behind this, or there is progress in the case, we will come to visit you again, and we will try our best to rescue you."

"Life here is not for human beings. All criminals can bully, beat and insult 'child killers' like me at will. But the situation has reached this point and it's hard to stop." David wiped away his tears and swallowed the bread with big mouthfuls, "Well ...I don't expect you two to rescue me. If I can change to a better environment and stay away from those perverted criminals, I will thank God. By the way, wait a little longer...well...wait for me to finish eating, otherwise it will happen later. It doesn’t belong to me anymore.”

Dean nodded silently, and then watched David being escorted back to the iron fence.

The two left the prison and returned to the car.

"Holden, now do you think it's possible... that the real murderer was behind all the deaths of Kelly Scott and the two families?"

"The murderer is not a god," Holden said in an erratic tone. "Logically speaking, he cannot control two families. You can't make him too deified."

Not God?

But maybe it's not a human, but some kind of supernatural monster?

Dean nodded.

When dealing with a being whose race cannot even be determined, no matter how cautious you are!

"We cannot ignore any possibility. In Santa Monica, the families of the victims and the murderers died one after another. It is definitely not a coincidence. In order to avoid the recurrence of tragedy," Dean flashed the heartbroken parents in the LVPD again. "We must send people to monitor and protect the parents of the Las Vegas victim Bucky Fran and the parents of the suspect Abby day and night to prevent them from committing suicide or making big mistakes on impulse!"

"Well, Abby is being held in the detention center, so don't worry about it for the time being."

"Then add in the scarred bar owner Jack," Dean kept clicking like a machine gun. "The LVPD must divide its troops into three groups and carefully and covertly monitor and protect these three targets!"

All the risk groups Dean can think of are under surveillance. As long as the real murderer dares to come next, how can he escape from their grasp?

The progress jumped to 70%!

Holden helplessly held his forehead and drove out of the prison parking lot.

"When did you become the chief of the LVPD? When you give orders, the police officers have to run to carry out the orders obediently? Come on, your inferences involve supernatural factors and cannot be explained scientifically. There is no way the LVPD guys will believe this.

Apply theory and take action!”

Dean checked the skyrocketing investigation progress in the system, and the dawn of victory was right in front of him.

"Have you forgotten? We just got the case files, recordings, and photos of Kelly Scott and David Lee. We gave them to Karl and asked them to compare them with the Abby case. As long as their brains are not wet, they will definitely

will believe us."

Dean's eyes flashed with madness,

"When the time comes, we will ambush all the murderer's movement routes in advance!"

"Wait for it to jump into the trap on its own!"

Bang!

Dean punched the car window glass.

"Let it have no way out! Plea guilty and be punished!"

"You are really crazy!" Holden stared at Dean for two seconds, then suddenly grinned, releasing the long-lost morbidity and madness in his smile, "But I also want to see who the murderer is, and you also want to see who the murderer is this time.

If you don’t let me down, I will support you to the end!”
Chapter completed!