Chapter 162 No lies

"Is this the Hepburn Life Laboratory?"

Taylor stood outside the door of the laboratory, looked up at this building with a very different style, and not only raised his eyebrows:

"Is the suspected Ripper case involving the staff of this laboratory?"

"That's right, Major." Major Taylor was accompanied by an adjutant during this operation. He nodded: "The deceased was the chief assistant to Director Severn Hepburn. The time of death was estimated to be early yesterday morning. There seemed to be a small amount of blood in the body of the deceased.

The power of the flesh and blood evil god remains."

"There's nothing to say about this. Cutting throats, disemboweling, and disembowelling this ritualistic killing process, regardless of whether it is really related to evil gods, will also attract the attention of some evil gods." Taylor said calmly: "No.

Excluding the possibility of copycat crimes may not have anything to do with what we want to do."

"Yes."

The adjutant lowered his head.

At this time, a scientific researcher in a white coat walked out of the laboratory and said somewhat submissively: "Hello... Ah, this is Major Taylor... Please come in, Ms. Hepburn has been waiting for you for a long time."

"Okay."

So, under the leadership of this scientific researcher, Taylor and his adjutant walked into the Hepburn Life Laboratory and walked quickly through the long corridor. After a long time, they finally arrived at their destination: a room with the words "Rachel...

"Hepburn" small brand office.

This is the office of the owner of this laboratory.

Taylor raised his eyebrows and gave a clear order to the adjutant following him: "Wait at the door for a while."

"Yes, sir!"

The adjutant saluted Taylor and then stood upright outside the office. The major pushed open the door of the office and strode in.

The owner of this office, Rachel Hepburn, was sitting in it. She raised her head and looked at the visitor, and recognized Taylor's identity almost instantly.

She showed a faint smile, stood up and stretched out her hand to him: "Major Taylor, thank you."

"Hello, Ms. Hepburn."

Taylor held the hand that Hepburn extended to him, not paying attention to the other party's weirdness - Hepburn's handshake is usually used between two men to say hello, and it is absolutely perfect for the imperial aristocratic women with complicated etiquette.

You can't do such half-hearted behavior.

Obviously, this Rachel Hepburn is a unique lady, at least completely different from ordinary aristocratic women.

"Ms. Hepburn, you should know the purpose of my visit." After Hepburn's greeting, Taylor took a seat directly opposite her desk. He placed a document on the other party's desk. "

Obviously, I came here because of what happened in the early hours of yesterday morning."

Hepburn lowered her head and glanced at the document. It told the general situation of the Wrights Ripper case, but it was not very detailed, and it was far inferior to the version that Aaron Hill later told her - at least there was nothing on it.

Write the conclusion reached by Aaron, Taylor and the entire military on this series of Ripper cases.

For example, Flesh Evil God, Flesh God Kingdom, etc.

"Can you briefly talk to our military about what you know?"

"Of course no problem."

She nodded, then briefly summarized what she knew, and told Taylor everything.

After a long time, Taylor frowned and asked:

"You also think this is a copycat crime, and you also have a direct suspect? Is it the Boston that caused the bond case more than ten years ago? The chief assistant you met has a personal grudge with this Boston, and is suspected of being...

We got reliable clues and were silenced?"

"That's right."

"Ms. Hepburn, this is a very constructive point of view."

Taylor rubbed his temples with a headache. He borrowed paper and pen from Hepburn and wrote down the name Boston on the white paper. He stared at the name on the paper and suddenly said in a cold voice:

"Speaking of which, do you have a bad relationship with your assistant?"

His question made Hepburn frown: "Why do you ask that?"

"No, I just think you may be a little too calm, as if you don't care whether we can find the murderer." Taylor smiled slightly, and his sharp eyes seemed to be able to penetrate Hepburn's eyes and see what was in her heart.

Think about things like, "That's why I have such an association."

"I have a very good relationship with her, and I also hate the murderer very much." Hepburn said coldly: "If he falls into my hands, I should use him as a material for human experiments and let him die before he dies.

, suffer as much torture as possible."

"...It's better to abide by the law, Ms. Hepburn."

Taylor reminded softly.

He looked at Hepburn. The murderous intent in her eyes did not seem to be fake, but it was somewhat inconsistent with the previous indifference and calmness. This made him feel a little inconsistent, but he couldn't figure out why for a while.

So, he stood up and prepared to leave, no longer wasting precious time here.

"Major Taylor, are you leaving now?"

"Well, since the investigation is a matter for Scotland Yard and our military, we'd better try not to disturb everyone in the laboratory too much. We will definitely investigate the truth of this case as quickly as possible."

Taylor, who was about to turn around and leave, suddenly paused for a moment and then asked:

"By the way, have you ever heard of a man named Aaron Hill?"

"I've heard of it." Hepburn nodded without hesitation, "Didn't you just issue a wanted order for him? And I heard that some cult believers are also tracking down this man."

There is nothing surprising about Hepburn's understanding of the extraordinary world.

"Well, both black and white people are looking for him now, but neither we nor they can find even a single clue... He can even evade our extraordinary investigation methods." Taylor's tone gradually became dangerous,

"I heard that the Hepburn Life Laboratory is equipped with an extraordinary shielding device? Ms. Hepburn, do you have any clues about Aaron's whereabouts?"

"What clue can I have?" Hepburn shook her head. She looked at Taylor without any fear: "I can assure you that there is no one named Aaron Hill in Hepburn Life Laboratory at this moment.

In."

"...I was abrupt, sorry."

Taylor smiled:

"Then, farewell."

Then, he turned around and left Hepburn's office. The adjutant who had been waiting at the door for a long time quickly greeted him: "Major, how are you?"

"Hepburn didn't tell even a single lie." Taylor reached out and took out a small object from his right ear. It was obvious that this was an extraordinary prop for lie detection. "Aaron is not here, at least.
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