Chapter 2990: The Green Trees Cast Deep Shadows on a Long Summer Day (35)

In the serial killers' club, not a single person dared to confront the state apparatus head-on. Even if this American state apparatus didn't operate very smoothly, and the parts of law enforcement were not tightly fitted, there were many loopholes to drill through, but the vast majority of people chose to avoid talking about this problem. In fact, everyone just tacitly understood that they were not opponents at all, so don't talk about those sad topics.

Although both locals and foreigners have the tradition of insulting the FBI, it's the same as insulting France. The other four permanent members treat France as a joke, which doesn't mean other small countries can do the same. Whoever really thinks so foolishly will understand that the remaining power of France still exists.

No matter how bad the FBI is, it's not something that a serial killer fighting alone can deal with. The main reason they weren't caught was just because the law enforcement agencies in the United States were only responsible for maintaining social stability. If things didn't make too much noise, they wouldn't take it seriously.

But once it really makes a big noise, let alone in the United States, even if you fly abroad, it's very easy to commit suicide by shooting yourself eight times.

At least the vast majority of serial killers Schiller knew were as low-key as possible, and their professions were as ordinary as possible. They might even be plumbers, garbage truck drivers, supermarket cashiers, or students. Even rich people and homeless people were considered particularly unconventional professions, because this group of people had too many opportunities to deal with law enforcement officers.

Precisely because of this, after the economic downturn, the connections in the group gradually weakened, because everyone was busy making money. The Joker also had to go home to buy groceries and cook after beating Batman. Serial killers were the same, supporting themselves, buying tools for crimes, destroying the extra parts of corpses, not a single place didn't cost money.

For the behavior of Williams's group, Schiller could only evaluate it as the ignorant are fearless. They were actually just richer than those serial killers, but they acted as if they could rule the whole world.

And looking at all the clues discovered, Schiller felt that this group of people was simply turning the world upside down.

Maybe someone would say, serial killers are also very high-profile, often displaying corpses in various places. Doesn't this count as very arrogant?

As everyone knows, murder cases, besides looking at the methods, also look at the motives. Many random murder cases are very difficult to solve because the other party has no motive at all, suddenly appearing in front of a person and killing them, then throwing the corpse in another place.

This means that the police cannot find out who the murderer is through the victim's social relations, because the murderer and the victim have no relatives or friends, and didn't even have any intersection before moving to kill them. Knowing how he killed is useless.

Humans are really fragile, they can be killed no matter how they are killed. Summarized, there are only those few ways to die. No matter how beautiful the corpse is arranged, there can't be any very unconventional cause of death. Without matching motives, it's very difficult to track the murderer.

So serial killers choose to show their methods while hiding their motives as much as possible. They spend a lot of time selecting targets and try their best to avoid contact with the targets during the selection process, which is why it takes so long to complete a case.

But Williams is not like this.

Ten years ago, the elementary school and middle school in Polokin community suddenly closed down. Externally, it was said to be poor management, but in reality, this reason was very suspicious. This community didn't have many people, and they should have considered it when building the school. There shouldn't be many students.

Not conducting an investigation before opening, and only thinking it wasn't profitable after opening for several years, deciding to close it. Is this something a normal businessman can do?

And, you close it if you decide to close it. At most, you dismiss the teachers and students. Did the building offend you? Why not directly change it into an activity building for the high school department? Is the money invested in building the hardware just thrown into the water?

The most outrageous thing is, even if it was decided to be demolished, it wasn't demolished cleanly. Later, it had to be reworked. Reworking is reworking, and it was almost discovered, yet it wasn't done covertly, openly going to the excavator rental company to rent excavators.

The above things were done full of loopholes, leading to some people who knew the truth. Since it was decided to silence them quietly, yet they openly built a crematorium to burn corpses.

Even if there was a crematorium to eliminate traces, they still had to get an air-raid shelter, secretly hiding those criminal evidences.

Even if it was decided to hide the criminal evidence to watch it themselves, they still kidnapped three living people, including Schiller.

Even if it was decided to let these few people stay in the mountains forever, they transferred Schiller back to the crematorium at the first moment of the incident. And even if they brought outsiders to the crematorium, they didn't throw away the urns of those silenced people.

How should I say it, if these decisions were made by Williams, then Schiller would really suggest he go see a psychiatrist.

These behaviors were very fragmented, as if the left brain and right brain punched each other, stirring the entire inside of the skull into a paste.

You say he wants to get satisfaction by displaying works like a normal serial killer, yet he hid those bones here and there, not daring to show even half of them to others.

But if you say he wants to hide for caution, the things he did were one louder than the other. All the serial killers Schiller knew added together might not have caused such a big project as pushing a school, building a crematorium, and transforming an air-raid shelter.

You say he is reckless, it can be seen that he did rack his brains to hide himself. You say he is cowardly, yet he wished he could paste the contradictory points of his behavior on other people's faces.

Schiller speculated that this series of stupid things shouldn't be Williams's idea alone. Although this guy isn't very enlightened in terms of crime, his business is still doing well.

Pushing the school, building the crematorium, transforming the air-raid shelter, the funds didn't run out, and he could still take out a sum of money to hire security guards in this era when everyone's hands were tight. And it seemed he didn't just hire one batch, but changed a batch every few months, which meant he couldn't be a fool.

Schiller guessed that this kind of contradictory situation was very likely because their team itself didn't have unified thinking.

It can be seen that some people just want to secretly satisfy their own little hobbies, so they constantly keep collectibles. Some people might want to build an industrial chain, so they built a crematorium, wanting to process waste in large quantities. Some people might be too afraid of being discovered, wishing to destroy all evidence, so they demolished the elementary school and middle school with great fanfare.

After getting those few urns, Schiller left samples in sealed bags. These people who lived to this era are actually easier to handle, and their identities are easy to compare with genes.

Now what makes Schiller feel somewhat hesitant is how to deal with Williams. He decided to make a call to Gordon.

After the call was connected, it was very noisy on Gordon's side. Just listening, he was at the police station. Gordon's voice sounded like he had used a lot of effort to break free from that pile of noisy sounds.

"What's wrong? Schiller, I was just about to call you, and you called me."

"Why do you want to call me?"

"There are many situations, but the most important one is that the pea bone you gave me has found its owner. It's a little boy named Bufa, who suddenly disappeared on a rainy night about ten years ago."

"His mother is a physical education teacher. To find him, she broke her leg, and her spirit was also stimulated to be abnormal. His father was originally an engineer with a pretty good income, but he resigned from his job, doing odd jobs while looking for his son."

"But they searched the entire community, the entire Cat Getan, and even half of the East Coast, but didn't find their son. Little Bufa just disappeared into thin air, until... until we found his bones."

Just as Gordon said this, a huge noise covered his voice. Schiller heard a woman's voice constantly saying: "He is particularly smart. At the age of four, he could build a particularly large castle with building blocks and make up a series of stories. The kindergarten teacher said he must be a writer in the future..."

"He liked to pester me to tell him stories very much. His eyes shone under the desk lamp. He would use his little hands to prop open the new picture book, because he felt this could help me reduce pressure..."

The woman spoke very fast, and Schiller only heard a rough idea. There seemed to be many people on Gordon's side constantly comforting her, but the wailing that finally came made Schiller understand that this woman had accepted the fact that her son was already dead.

Schiller took Andrei and returned to the room where Williams was locked up at the fastest speed. Williams hadn't woken up yet. He said to Andrei: "Since you are from the Lawrence family, you should know Gordon. Send these samples to the Cat Getan Police Department and say I asked you to send them. He won't make things difficult for you."

Andrei didn't say anything, nodded, and left. Schiller looked at a black man behind him again and said: "Now go to the crematorium's finance office. Take as much cash as there is, don't leave a cent for them, and then you guys split it equally."

The black man didn't say anything either, turned and left. Schiller looked at one of the remaining two people again and said: "Go to the utility room and find a rope or something else that can be used for binding."

Finally, he said to the last person: "You go drive."

No one asked why and no one asked how to do it. This group of people were all veterans in the world of outlaws. How to enter the finance office didn't matter; with a piece of iron wire, there was everything. Whether there was a car didn't matter; pick up a stone and there was one.

Soon, Schiller got the rope. He directly took off Williams's coat, stuffed it into his mouth as cloth, tied him up tightly, and then carried him from the back door to the trunk of the car.

Schiller didn't go over himself, but gave the driver an address and let them transport Williams over. The money they got from the finance office wasn't much, but it was enough for this trip.

Because of the existence of the forest, Polokin community wasn't very hot, and plus it was late at night, the evening breeze was blowing, and walking on the road was very comfortable.

Schiller walked to the center of the community. Here were all residential areas. Because the population was relatively small, each house was very large, and the interval was also very far. At this time, only one was lit.

Schiller entered this house.

Only the parents of the boy Bufa, the owner of that pea bone, would light up the light in the middle of the night after receiving Gordon's notification. And because they were too anxious, they didn't have time to turn off the light. This should be their home.

Schiller guessed right. As soon as he entered the door, he saw a photo of a family of three. It seemed to be taken in their backyard, where the three of them were laughing very brightly on the dark green lawn.

The mother had red hair, and the ponytail tied in front of her. The father had wheat-colored skin, and the boy with brown hair was holding a box of new building blocks, with a front tooth missing in his grinning mouth.

Everyone has a summer they can't forget. That must be a long summer day, sunny, with green trees casting deep shadows.

Schiller remembered that in such a summer, he saw the nurse who had been recuperating for half a year due to injury return, carrying a lunch box in a plastic bag full of wrinkles, standing under the largest tree in the yard, and waving at himself. ===== CHAPTER 2991 =====