Chapter 14: Start

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The setting sun shone in through the thin window screen, covering the dark orange halo of a dark marble table in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. In the center of the table, there is a chess board with black and white, with clear boundaries. Kings, queens, castles, knights, priests, and soldiers each fulfilled their roles, waiting silently and solemnly for the battle to begin.
The chessboard is a black and white crystal, which is very delicately made. By contrast, the chess pieces are a bit rough. White chessboard has a deadly chalk color, and there are irregular lines on closer inspection. Black chessboard is more It was almost thick and dark brown, as if a layer of inferior rust was brushed on a white background.
A black hand is stretched out from the shadow on the left sofa, a thick cocoon grows on the inside of the thumb, and the thick knuckle fingers pick up the white and advance into two squares-white pawn, E4.
As if the curtain of the stage was lifted in one fell swoop, the beginning!
A white hand was also stretched out on the right sofa. The back of the hand protruded from the burn scar and reached the cuff. The fingertips with cracked nails pushed the black chess soldier forward by one square-black soldier, C6.
Baibing D4. Black Soldier D5. The two soldiers face each other.
White horse jumps to C3.
The D5 black soldier took a step obliquely and ate the first E4 white soldier.
The off-white soldier was held tightly in the palm of his hand / controlling his destiny, and a dull man voice came from the shadow: "GameStart!"
Chicago, Illinois.
A small aircraft sprayed with the FBI logo landed at O'Hare International Airport. As soon as the hatch was opened and before the gangway had stepped down, the high temperature rushed towards the waves in August.
"I hate cities where the seasons are clear, and the highest temperature difference between winter and summer exceeds 70 ° C!" Rob complained to his colleagues while rubbing sweat dripping from his neck with a handkerchief. "Yes, including Chicago, her temperature follows The faces of prostitutes / girls in the bar are also fickle. "
The flight attendant standing at the hatch door replied with a smile: "You say, this friendly city will cry. In fact, the two can always smile and welcome people-as long as you have enough dollars in your pocket. Well, welcome. Go to the world's slaughterhouses, the city of great shoulders! "
Leo then stepped out of the door. Because the temperature is too high, it is estimated to be at least 38 ° C. He did not wear a dark suit like that uniform, but only used a simple white shirt with smoky gray casual trousers and no tie.
A short-sleeved casual outfit Li Biqing followed him off the gangway. The bright snow reflected in the airport's concrete floor made him uncomfortably fascinated, and a sun hat was fastened on his head. The black-haired federal agent shook hands with his Chicago branch colleague who came to pick up the plane. After a few simple words, he also set up a pair of blackout sunglasses for himself. "Can you take us to the prepared residence first?"
"No problem, sir," said Young Man, a young black agent with chocolate-colored skin, high nose and thick lips, obviously mixed with white blood. "The residence is located in the center of the city. It is a beautiful two-storey villa. Hope you will be satisfied by the scenic shores of Lake Michigan. "
Leo nodded and asked, "Is there a university nearby, the one with a language school?"
Maien was somewhat surprised by this question. After looking at the slightly naive Chinese boy sitting next to him, he answered clearly: "The nearest is Northwestern University Chicago Campus. The campus is in the urban area. Life is very convenient. Evening and weekend courses are available. "
"Can you apply for an admission to a language school for me, I will pass the students / data to you tonight."
"Yes, sir, give me two days to do it."
One of the FBI's standard equipment, the black Chevrolet Suburban drove into a quiet residential area, parked in front of a tree-covered snow-cyan two-story house. This is an American apartment with a distinctive style. It was built in 1898 and has a long history but looks like new. The house is large with seven bedrooms, four bathrooms, a living room, study, kitchen and dining room. The master bedroom also includes a dressing room and private bathroom. Standing on the second floor, you can overlook the nearby park and the rippling Lake Michigan. . Living room with fireplace, elegant open staircase, bright sunny family room and classic nostalgic furniture are stunningly beautiful. There is also a wine cellar in the basement with a lot of red wine. The courtyard is full of sunflowers and Verdant American Red Maple.
Rob blew an admiration whistle, "This is the highest treatment I have ever enjoyed—the foreword retracts, I love Chicago!"
"This villa used to belong to the Phillyn family," Maien said as he led them into the garden-like courtyard, "later confiscated by the government."
"Fillin? Is it Phillin who started his business with arms sales and whose grandsons and grandchildren's grandsons were inlaid with several Magnum bullets?"
"That's the Phillyn. But rest assured, this place has been cleaned up very cleanly." Maien comforted.
The brown-haired and green-eyed federal agent looked at Leo and Li Biqing—they looked calm and seemed to have no psychological shadow in the murderous house. He had to sigh and said,
Well, I know that heaven will not Drop the pie for nothing. "
Putting the simple luggage in their selected bedrooms, Leo told Li Biqing: "You stay here first, Rob and I are going to the branch building, and if I work overtime at night, I will call you."
"Is there any major criminal case here?" The Chinese boy asked curiously. "A serial murder?"
Leo frowned and didn't want him to get involved in his work.
Rob replied without hesitation: "In half a month, three died, all of them were police."
Leo coughed, and said in a deep voice, "We should go."
Rob shrugged, lost Li Biqing's eyes, "This guy is so stubborn, you know", and left the room with him.
There was only one person left in the empty house. Li Biqing strolled leisurely through the courtyard and the whole house, took out a map of Chicago from his bag, and settled on the soft and comfortable sofa to start looking for the nearby supermarket.
FBI Chicago Branch.
A male detective around the age of fifty, with an iconic long face and a large Jewish nose, extended his hand enthusiastically, held hands with Leo and Rob respectively, and introduced himself: "I'm Alfred Bergman, International The leader of the Chess Serial Homicide Task Force. "
"Leo Lawrence, criminal investigator at headquarters, this is my partner Robrey Simon."
"Welcome and hope to get your help in the process of solving the case."
"Let's talk about the case in detail." Leo and Rob sat down on the hospitality sofa in the dedicated office.
Alfred took out an information box and opened it, placing a stack of scene photos, autopsy reports and other materials on the glass coffee table in front of them. "The first case occurred on South Michigan Avenue. When a traffic policeman interrogated a speeding Ford car, he was wiped away with a swipe of his throat and was killed on the spot. From the traffic surveillance video retrieved, the man wearing a peaked cap It seemed to know how to use the dead end of the probe, and his face was not captured at all. The police thought it was just a vicious public order case. I did not expect that another homicide occurred at the gate of the police station the next day. The police officer who had lunch was hit by a shot from a close range. The murderer escaped calmly when the scene was chaotic. Without leaving any clues, the city police realized the seriousness of the incident and asked the FBI for help. We re-examine the relics on the scene of the previous case. Later, I found this thing that was once ignored. "
He held the bag of evidence in front of Leo, and in a transparent plastic bag was a white chess, a soldier.
Leo took it, and looked carefully in his hands.
"In the jacket pocket of the second victim, Sergeant Levin, there was also a chess player, a black soldier. This led us to the close connection between two homicides, the speculation that the killer may be the same person. A week later, there was a third case. The deceased was a prison guard. He was shot from a long distance while on duty at the sentry tower in Thomson Prison, and later found a black in an anonymous letter sent to him. Chess soldier. "Alfred handed over two evidence bags again." According to the forensic autopsy report, both shots were at the center, using Magnum 9MM hand / barrel and □□ M33 sniper / slam. The stab wound was to cut off the trachea, vocal cords and carotid arteries, so it was speculated that the murderer was a veteran with rich experience in killing and suspected a gangster background. "
Leo reached for Rob and said, "Gloves." After putting on a thin pair of white rubber gloves, he took out the chess piece and looked intently at the light for a moment, then asked the Jewish agent: "Did you identify the composition of the chess piece?"
Alfred froze and said, "No, only fingerprint extraction, no harvest-looks like an ivory product?"
"No," Leo shook his head. "I suspect it's bones, human."
Alfred's face changed slightly, and he immediately said, "I'll go and get a forensic doctor for a test!"
"I have a bad hunch," Rob sighed to Leo after he left. "What we have to face this time is not only a metamorphosis with loot-collection but also a professional-level killing expert."
Leo didn't refute his premonition, but stood up solemnly: "Let's go and see the murder scene. Maien, can you lead the way?"
"Yes, sir." The black guy responded very positively.
While Leo was busy running between the murder scenes, the fourth murder three days later shocked Windy City Chicago. The director of the Office of the Chicago Office of the Drug Enforcement Administration (that is, the United States Narcotics Control Agency) was killed in his office. The murder weapon was a Parker pen in the pen holder on the desk. It was precisely inserted obliquely into the aorta of the neck. The blood splattered on the wall two meters away. On the floor beside the deceased, a white knight was placed squarely in a pool of blood.
For a time, the serial killings caused a sensation in the major TV media and newspapers in Zhicheng. Reporters flocked to the police station and the FBI office building in hordes of "chess killers-who is the next dead chess" and "board killings." Demon ghosts reappear on earth "," 64 checkerboards, 64 lives-progress: 4 "and so on. And those "serial killer admirers" with weird thinking and distorted interests (even a lot of them, even creating fan forums on the Internet, and actually setting up fan clubs), were encouraged by the rise of a new dark idol.
The detectives of the task force and the criminal investigators sent by the FBI headquarters have received the enthusiastic attention of countless journalists, so that when Leo stepped out of the city police station, he had to wear a poker face with sunglasses and cold words "No comment", struggling to drive the crowd out of the car. The black Chevrolet SUV flew away under the flashing magnesium light, and Rob, who was sitting in the back of the car, was relieved: "It's so cruel, I would rather hunt down a killer at the same time, rather than face it. These pervasive reporters! "
"The only way to deal with a group of flies that never smell the slightest smell of meat is to keep the lid tight," Leo said as he drove.
"Hell, I have no private time for a few days. I managed to book a dinner at the Spiaggia restaurant yesterday, but my was still not hot. I don't know where to find a reporter and flew over his eyes!" Rob was angry. Grumbled, "Don't let people eat!"
His partner joked: "Tonight you'll be honest in the car and eat fast food!"
"Why don't you slap fast food?" Rob asked indifferently.
"If I drive 10 minutes longer, I can eat delicious Chinese food, and in a cozy, undisturbed family restaurant, why bother with fast food?"
Rob eyes widened: "What ... you didn't tell me, the Chinese boy cooked a good meal? Leo, you selfish guy, be careful and go to after death!"
Leo laughed. "Then I will pull you-gluttony is also a major crime, isn't it?"
"FuckYou!" The green-eyed detective laughed.
"Don't even think about it in your life," the black agent said solemnly.
The recipe for the evening was pineapple mussels prawns, fried pork with leeks, steamed salmon, and Hepingqiao tofu ravioli, because many people also added a plate of popular Kung Pao chicken. The table drink was a bottle taken from the wine cellar. Bordeaux Cabernet Sauvignon.
Rob eats horribly and has a very indecent image. He almost bit his tongue several times and made a firm determination at the dinner table to return to his apartment for every dinner except overtime. After being satiated, he held a glass of Laoshan Xiaozhong slumped on the sofa, like a boa constrictor who was lazy and didn't want to move. He watched in the kitchen busy packing up the mess and issued a contented groan / groan: " Leo, I must find a Chinese wife. "
The black-haired detective replied, "Oh, maybe you can ask Bi Qing if there is a suitable girl to introduce to you, but to give you some advice, it is best not to look in his hometown."
"why?"
"Because then, the person busy in the kitchen will be you."
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