The pitch-black color that covered everything was like black snakes slithering on the ground, crawling in every inch within ten meters of the body.That terrifying feeling of coldness crept into the crime scene, trying to penetrate Parker's skin and run down her spine to her brain.Parker's hair stood on end.As a criminal profiling expert, Parker had witnessed countless gruesome and violent crime scenes.Among them were skinning, amputation, dismemberment, and even torture to death.She had experienced the desperation and fear of countless people.But this pure fear, she had only encountered it twice: at the massacre site in the south and the concentration camp in Auschwitz.It was clear that the old man's death was not simply caused by being strangled or drowning.Harmony returned, calling Parker's name as she was lost in thought.Relief washed over Parker's face as if a burden had been lifted.A black strand of hair stuck to her pale face, and the contrast of black on white made he
"If the perpetrator were a chronic mental disorder patient, the crime scene would not be so clean. It's not something that a mentally disordered patient with impaired self-awareness and orientation could do.""So I speculate that the perpetrator's psychological disorder may have just surfaced.""He may have one or more psychological disorders caused by stress. This type of psychological disorder is triggered by a major event. At the same time, people with this disorder often have a lack of appetite, leading to malnutrition. If the perpetrator lived with someone of the same bloodline or had a significant other, someone close to him could have helped him treat his psychological disorder, preventing the tragedy of murder.""However, the perpetrator is likely not married and lives alone.""Checking the criminal records in the past ten years, there is no similar case. Considering the particularly unique methods used in this crime, we tentatively conclude that the perpetrator committed his
He displays the body language of confidence.He looks directly into the other person's eyes for 70% of the conversation.The girl in the red dress turns to Parker, her shoulders relaxed and her arms hanging behind her. Her hip and foot turn towards herself, indicating her interest in the suggestive words.Three points."My friend begged the park staff to let us drive around for a bit. When we got close to the top of the mountain, she opened the parachute and jumped out. It was raining and dusty, and I couldn't see anything clearly. She cursed the damn weather, and her mood was like a moldy cookie, wet and gloomy."“When she reached the scenic lookout, the rain had gradually subsided. Amidst the identical mountain ranges, smoke-like clouds slowly rose, softly enveloping the mountainous terrain. Just as the sunset cast its shadows and the sun disappeared behind the silver clouds, the gentle rays illuminated the sea of clouds and the mountain ranges below, resembling a bride's veil and a
The concept of harmony seemed to be back and forth, and Parker was laughing so hard he was out of breath. Compared to the interaction between the two individuals here, which was like swimming in a sea of hormones, the atmosphere over there felt stiff and almost like interrogating a criminal.The girl in the red dress tried to hold back her laughter, her gentle smile spreading through her eyes: "You know, they might as well just exchange their resumes." Parker chuckled: "Is this an HR interview or something? And even in an interview, one should be able to demonstrate their professional skills."She straightened her back, sitting up straight, and said: "Hello, I'm here to accept your invitation to be your wife. I have had eleven relationships, with ten years of experience in social relationships, and can handle complicated situations. In addition, my body is currently in its prime, capable of going up to seven times in one night."The girl in the red dress laughed out loud, and the butt
She tore off a business card, wrote her number on half of it, and gave the other half and a pen to the girl in the red dress."I have to go home and feed my cat, you go ahead." Parker laughed: "A good day with beautiful scenery and a beautiful woman, tonight is truly wonderful. Nice to meet you."The girl also wrote down her number and gave it to Parker, then glanced over at Harmony nearby, smiling as if she wasn't really smiling.After the other person turned and walked away, Parker saw her face blushing in the reflection on the glass door, from her neck up to behind her ears, feeling a bit flustered.She put the girl's number in her pocket and left the restaurant, looking a little bewildered.Parker walked along the riverbank path, her mind racing, her heart heavy with many emotions, finally concluding that she didn't want her colleague Harmony to see her personal life.It threatened her sense of safety.Parker shook her head, feeling a bit ridiculous.Harmony already understood her
The scent of fresh and moist river breeze was still the same, without the desperate and putrid smell that had appeared during the day.Parker stepped up onto the slate steps, slowly approaching the water's edge.The water level in the river was lower today because the sky was clear, and the water receded about half an inch.Parker frowned and took slow steps on the protruding rocks on the mud surface to avoid slipping.She had spotted the white chalk marking ahead, which was the burial site of the old lady.The body had been removed, leaving only the pit, which looked even more horrific.Parker hesitated for a moment, then used her feet to test the depth and humidity of the mud in the pit.Then, as she had resolved, she spread her coat and slowly lay down.The perspective changed.The sky was low, and the dark clouds pressed down like lead.In the distance, Bridge 1 looked like a collapsed tombstone, pressing down on Parker.The high-voltage power lines intertwined like fishing nets.
Those black eyes ignite with the flames of a wild beast, finally erupting into a sea of fire that spreads endlessly.A sea of fire that spreads.Like a scene from an apocalyptic movie, Bridge number one in the distance is burnt to distortion in the scorching flames, collapsing from the middle just like a bar of chocolate melting away.The steel structure crumbles, and the bricks and stones tumble down.A pale figure falls from the bridge, looking as if it's soaring up into the sky.Water rushes into the hole.Parker suddenly wakes up.The right thigh sends a sharp, numbing pain, making it impossible to move, or it could be the pressure of the body just now, along with the low temperature in the hole, causing it to cramp at this moment.She struggles and scrambles to get out of the hole.The mud at the bottom is like countless hands, sticking her down to the ground.Like a fly struggling to escape from a piece of sticky flypaper.In a panic, Parker wants to prop herself up with her lef
Harmony also jumps into the hole, the water barely reaching her calves.Her dark blue dress is stained with muddy water.Parker struggles to sit in the water, slipping a few times before standing up.Harmony's face is ashen, as if it could wring out water.Parker instinctively recoiled and hung his head, suddenly feeling a sense of guilt as if he had made a mistake."Are you injured?" The smell of fresh blood lingered in the air, catching Harmony's attention.She furrowed her brows, her complexion worsening."It's okay, it's okay. Just a small cut from a rock." Parker tried to reassure her: "Don't worry about it."Harmony paid no attention to the dirt and grime that had just been dug up from Parker's body. She carefully examined his hand, which had a gash running from the muscle group on one side to the muscle group on the other side, about six centimeters long, with fresh red blood continuously seeping out."No, you need to go to the hospital to get it stitched up." Harmony's face ti