Chapter 3050: Mercury Notes (10)

Chapter 3024 Mercury (Ten)

Jenna suddenly woke up, took a deep breath, and felt like she was pulled out from under the ice.

Then she found Bruce looking at her as if he had seen a ghost.

"What's wrong? Professor Wayne? Are you okay?" Jenna wiped the sweat from her forehead with the base of her palm, and then said: "Sorry, I may have some whimsical ideas. I just suddenly thought of these and said them out. Maybe I should be more rigorous?"

Bruce pursed his lips again and again, and then said: "Can you tell me how you can see these?"

"I just can feel that he is in pain."

"The deceased?"

"The murderer."

Jenna looked at the photo with a pitying look, but what she saw was not Nygma who was divided into many pieces, but seemed to see another soul through this corpse.

"He was in a sudden disaster and his soul was almost destroyed, which made him extremely painful."

Jenna looked at the second photo, which was a bird's-eye view of an oil barrel, and the person in the barrel had been roasted.

"He was telling everyone that he was turned into something else, just like the man in the barrel, from a human to food. This is exactly what happened to him. He was turned into fish on the chopping board by another stronger existence."

"But he didn't give up... No, at that time he had no choice but to give up. Maybe someone saved him and put him in a safe house. It was... very small, but it made him feel very safe, just like this oil barrel."

"He completed a change there, he was reborn, and the thing that was reassembled was no longer him, but another... a stronger thing. He thought that even God couldn't shake him like this, or did he want to shake God?"

"If I could see the scene, maybe I could feel more, but with only photos, I can't be sure what he was going to do. I can only say that it seems like this."

"And this..." Jenna reached out and took the third photo, tilted her head, stared at the photo and said: "This is a demonstration. He is provoking something... the sky? He wants his power to point to Sky?"

"I guess he might be declaring war on the god who tore him apart before. This is a...declaration of war totem, a bit like giving the god a middle finger. Sorry, it may be a bit rude to say this, but it is true."

Bruce stared at Jenna for a long time, until Jenna was a little scared by his stare, Bruce said: "I am asking you why, how, how..."

"I can't explain it." Jenna said: "It's just a feeling. Is this case solved? Did I happen to say it right?"

"I know this is your feeling, so what did you get this feeling by observing?"

"Photo."

"Which part of the photo?"

"An overall atmosphere." Jenna looked at the photo again and said: "The overall mood presented in the picture."

"Atmosphere? What constitutes the atmosphere?"

"All of this." Jenna stretched out her hand and circled the photo, and then said: "The content presented enters my mind through my eyes, and then is transformed into an atmosphere that I can feel. "

"All..." Bruce seemed to be choked.

He quickly walked to Jenna's side, picked up a photo, put it in front of Jenna and said: "Now that you have a basic understanding of criminal investigation, can you tell what caused this person's wound?"

"What wound? Killed him or divided him?"

"Do you think it's not the same thing?"

"No."

"How do you know?"

"He won't use the same thing." Jenna crossed her arms and said: "He won't use the thing that killed him to divide him."

"Why?"

"Because he needs to explain his split. If he uses the same thing, wouldn't it be unified? So of course it's not the same."

"Why don't you look at the marks of the wound?"

"I don't understand." Jenna said very bluntly: "Too much blood, I can't see anything at all."

Bruce had no choice but to turn on the holographic screen and zoom in on the high-definition photo. Jenna stared at the cross-section of the wound, looked left and right, then shook her head and said, "I saw bones, muscles and blood."

"What do they combine into?"

"A bloody picture."

Bruce slapped his forehead hard and said, "From the trajectory of the blood flow, it can be seen that this muscle has been cut repeatedly, which means that the tool used by the other party to dismember the body is not sharp enough, which is inconsistent with the scar on the neck of the corpse, which proves that the murderer used two weapons."

"Then am I not right?"

"You...but you have to talk about evidence." Bruce emphasized to her: "You have to draw conclusions through analysis, not blind guesses."

"Okay, I'll try again."

Bruce enlarged the second photo again.

"How do you think he put him in the oil barrel?"

"He disassembled the oil barrel." Jenna said: "First, flatten the side into iron sheets, then bend the iron sheets to wrap him, and finally install the bottom and lid of the oil barrel to restore it to the shape of an oil barrel."

"How did you see it?"

"He wanted to hug him. This body represented a moment he had experienced. Someone hugged him like this iron sheet, squeezing him inward and keeping him in a safe space, so he used The oil drum and corpse restored this process, and the answer was completed.”

Bruce opened his mouth, used the remote control to zoom in on a part of the photo, then pointed at it and said: "This place has been repressed twice. The metal has been discolored due to repeated repression, so it proves that the oil drum has been violently dismantled and restored. previous shape.”

"Yeah, that's it." Jenna blinked her big eyes and nodded.

Bruce covered his forehead, closed his eyes, opened his eyes and said, "Okay, let's do it again one last time."

This time it's the third photo.

"Where do you think this stake came from?"

"It's wood, but it's not a tree. I mean, he didn't chop down a tree because he felt he didn't deserve it. He felt disdain for the thing that he was provoking and didn't feel that he deserved the extra labor. ”

"So he went and found a... wooden fence? I guess it was one of those tall fences on the farm, and it had to be the tallest one around where he was getting the material from, because the middle finger was longer than all the fingers. "

Bruce enlarged the photo again, and there was a series of numbers stamped on the root of the fence. Bruce said: "This is a fence on a dairy farm. From the wood, you can tell that it is something produced by a cheap wood product manufacturer, and like this Things usually do not provide installation services, so customers need to assemble them according to the number. Judging from the number, this thing should indeed be the highest fence. "

Jenna nodded and said, "It seems I'm very lucky and I guessed it right again."

"But you can't always guess like this. You have to learn to observe and then deduce."

"This is difficult." Jenna said: "I don't know enough about the common sense of the earth. For example, I can't tell what kind of wood this piece of wood is made of, so naturally I can't draw the following conclusions."

"This can all be solved through learning."

"I'll try my best." Jenna smiled at Bruce and said.

"Okay, so would you like to profile the killer?"

"Male, in his early 20s, suffering from mental illness, relatively thin, with twitching limbs, but mentally recovered. If the case has not been solved, you can find patients who have recently been discharged from a nearby mental hospital who meet the above criteria. The description should be the murderer.”

"Tell me how you came to that conclusion."

"He is a male, because only men can use the image of vertical upwards as a totem. This is a kind of fertility worship."

"You can't tell the difference between wood, but you understand fertility worship."

"I read it in a book on criminal investigation. They said that many serial murderers have genital problems..."

"Wait a minute, you go and open the door first...forget it, let's not bring up this topic, and continue talking."

"He was very young. He might have heard about the city's street culture from someone and was curious about it. Tramps and street kids often gathered around oil drums to warm themselves, so the oil drums became a symbol of street culture. He chose The oil barrel, rather than anything else, proves that he is young at heart.”

"Is this what you read in the criminal investigation book?"

"No, it's because I'm also very interested in street culture." Jenna crossed her hands and made a hip-hop gesture and said, "I like spray painting, and I plan to learn it."

"Go on."

"This whole case was a celebration and he felt very happy, so his hands were shaking and his body twitching was normal."

"How did you know that he had recovered?"

"I said he was celebrating." Jenna said as if she was helpless: "This is his farewell, bidding farewell to the pain of the past, looking forward to his new life, and expressing his provocation to his enemies."

"so what?"

"So he is already a normal person!" Jenna raised her voice and said: "Not everyone has the ability to celebrate. According to my observation, at least half of human beings do not understand what celebration is. He can do this, even More than a lot of normal people.”

"Are you so sure?"

"When was the last time you celebrated from the bottom of your heart, Professor?"

Bruce was silent, then he shook his head and said, "Probably one of my kids' birthdays."

"You're happy for him, but are you happy for yourself?"

"Why should I be happy about myself?"

"Because you raised him and made him grow up so well, you should love yourself from the bottom of your heart for being so responsible and educational, and celebrate it warmly, right?"

Bruce stared at her in silence for a while and said, "It's difficult for humans to love themselves so much."

"But you can definitely do it. This is how you get out of the quagmire." Jenna looked into his eyes and said, "You were not born with such an ability, but you learned it."

Bruce narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "What else can you see?"

"It's rude to spy on others like this, but if you want to know, I can try to tell you."

Jenna didn't wait for Bruce to reply, but looked into his eyes and said: "Loss occupies a very important position in your life, but it is not the theme of your life, because you gain more through losing, including what I said, Learn how to love yourself, and then let others love you by loving yourself.”

"Since this is a difficult ability for others, people who have this ability are always envied and curious. You show this side without hesitation, which makes those who can't do it have a strong interest in you. This is how you attract their attention."

"They will think you have always been like this, but like I said, this is not something you are born with, but something you learn after birth..."

"No, not family learning, that's too early, social education? No, it's not strong enough, it can't shake you... alone?"

Jenna frowned and said, "A strong enemy, but also a mentor and a helpful friend... No, it's not so peaceful, you met a tyrant... nor so cold and ruthless."

"I think it should be something between the two, which is both authority and a source of security for you."

"He hugged you, just like the murderer hugged the victim with the iron sheet of the oil drum. I think you should understand this..."

Jenna suddenly stopped, she stared at Bruce with wide eyes, her eyes full of horror.