Legendary FBI Detective-Chapter 62: Lies (Seeking Follow-up! Seeking Recommendations!)
"OK."
For Joan's words, Reesi nodded in agreement, but Agent Luo An raised an eyebrow and pointed at the several scars on Joan's elbow, asking:
"What happened to your elbow?"
Joan was startled, then looked down at his right elbow, which was scabbed but not fully healed, and said with a relaxed expression:
"It was scratched by Nurse Lu Qiya's cat.
Her car broke down a few days ago, and when she had me repair it, I didn't notice there was a cat in the passenger seat, so it accidentally scratched me."
As he spoke, a white car happened just to stop in front of the repair shop. Joan's mouth twitched, he muttered something under his breath, but still pointed to the driver of the white car and said:
"That's her, that's Lu Qiya, she's a nurse from Maria Hospital nearby."
Agent Luo An and Reesi followed the direction Joan was pointing, only to see a stout white lady struggling to get out of the driver's seat and then shouting energetically toward the repair shop:
"Boss! Fix the car!"
"....."
Seeing Nurse Lu Qiya's stout build, Reesi had no reaction, but Agent Luo An's mouth twitched, a picture instantly flashed in his mind:
A Russian woman carrying logs.
"I'll be right there!"
Joan casually yelled, then turned to Agent Luo An and Reesi, shrugged his shoulders:
"If there's nothing else, I'll get back to work. I'm afraid the boss will scold me after you leave."
Reesi was just about to nod in agreement, when Agent Luo An directly shook his head and said:
"No, Joan, you can't leave.
You haven't told us the truth."
"What?"
Hearing this, Joan's heart skipped a beat, he froze, then his face filled with displeasure.
Facing Reesi's puzzled look, Agent Luo An raised his right hand, placed his elbow in front of his neck, stared intently at Joan, and explained:
"Only by using your elbow to strangle someone's neck, and during their struggle, would someone's arm receive scars like those on your arm.
So, Joan, tell me, what really happened to your arm? Are you sure it was scratched by a cat? What kind of cat would leave six short horizontal wounds?"
After hearing Agent Luo An's explanation, Reesi finally understood and hurriedly turned his gaze towards Joan, subconsciously placing his hand on his gun.
"What are you talking about?"
Hearing Agent Luo An's words, Joan was shocked, and seeing Reesi's action, his heart sank, but he shouted angrily:
"I've already told you, these wounds were from a cat scratch! Do you think I'm lying because I'm black? Damn..."
"It has nothing to do with your skin color! You're simply lying!"
Agent Luo An tilted his head towards Nurse Lu Qiya, who was clueless but instinctively leaned to one side, and asked seriously:
"Nurse Lu Qiya, hello, I'm Agent Luo An from the FBI. Joan claimed his arm wounds were from your cat scratching him, is that true?"
Hearing Agent Luo An's question, Lu Qiya was stunned, just about to answer, when Joan's expression drastically changed, and he decisively rushed towards Reesi, extending his hands for the gun at Reesi's waist.
Bang!
"Ah—"
A gunshot sounded, and Joan collapsed to the ground, clutching his right hand and wailing.
Also noticing Joan's movements, but only stepping back to prepare to draw his gun, Reesi then turned his head to look at Agent Luo An, his expression solemn.
He didn't expect Agent Luo An to be so quick.
Calmly holstering his Glock 18, Agent Luo An passed a look to Reesi, signaling him to handcuff Joan, then said indifferently:
"According to federal law, lying to the FBI is a felony. Attempting to snatch an FBI agent's firearm is an even greater crime. Congratulations, Joan, you've just scored a prison package deal, hope you enjoy your stay inside."
"Shit! Son of a bitch..."
Joan, handcuffed by Reesi, lay on the ground cursing loudly, showing no sign of regret. Agent Luo An kicked him unconscious and signaled Reesi to put him in the car, then pulled out a Nokia and made a call.
Half an hour later, Reesi and several SWAT members brought Joan back to the FBI New York Division headquarters, while Agent Luo An and Reesi headed to Joan's house.
On the way, Reesi, after a long silence, said to Agent Luo An:
"Thank you, Luo An."
"No problem."
Agent Luo An, sitting in the passenger seat, casually replied, his attention still on the victim's information in his hands. Hearing Reesi's words, he casually asked:
"Reesi, do you think Joan could be the serial killer in this case?"
"Impossible."
Hearing Agent Luo An's question, Reesi, who was driving, decisively answered:
"Joan might have killed people, but he's definitely not the serial killer in this case."
"Oh? Why?"
Agent Luo An raised his head, curiously looking at Reesi, not understanding why he was so sure.
He remembered that Reesi didn't seem to have much of a knack for analyzing cases; he just followed orders.
As for analyzing criminal psychology, Reesi was completely clueless.
"It's simple, Luo An."
Reesi, driving, grinned:
"I once heard a bold statement that ninety percent of serial killers in America are white. I don't believe we're lucky enough to have come across a black serial killer."
Agent Luo An: "..."
Joan's house was not far from the car repair shop, a slightly dilapidated brown bungalow.
The black SUV slowly stopped across the street, and Agent Luo An and Reesi got out, stepped over the virtually non-existent broken fence door, and went straight into the yard.
Both holding their Glocks, they crouched in a combat stance, one on the left and the other on the right at the front door, and counted to three before Reesi kicked the door open and rushed in.
"FBI!"
Agent Luo An shouted the slogan while continuously searching each room in the house.
"Clear."
"Clear!"
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Bedroom, kitchen, bathroom— they checked everywhere and found no traces of anyone, then Agent Luo An and Reesi returned to the living room.
Casually, they found a small packet of white powder under the coffee table; Reesi grimaced and tossed it aside, then turned to ask:
"Should we call the forensics team?"
"Not yet."
Agent Luo An shook his head, declined Reesi's suggestion, then started frowning, looking around the room, and even measured the distances between the bedroom and living room.
"What's wrong?"
Reesi was puzzled.
"Something is off about the size of this house, have you noticed?"
Agent Luo An walked around the kitchen and living room, then stepped outside the front door. He touched his chin and observed the entire size of the house.
Reesi understood something upon hearing this, but he hadn't noticed anything. After carefully observing, Agent Luo An went to the kitchen, decisively pulled the whole fridge away.
A small door that was one and a half meters tall appeared behind the fridge.
"Well done, Luo An."
Carefully, he pushed open the small door; behind it was a narrow, pitch-black staircase leading downward.
This staircase occupied a small part of the house's space.
Perhaps hearing a voice different from Joan's usual voice, a weak female voice came from the dark depths of the staircase:
"help....."
