Chapter 3013: Mercury Record (X)

Jenna suddenly woke up, took a deep breath, feeling as if she had been fished 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 alright?" Jenna wiped the sweat from her forehead with the root of her palm and then said, "Sorry, I might be a bit whimsical. I just suddenly thought of these and said them out. Perhaps I should be more rigorous?"

Bruce's mouth pursed and pursed, and then said, "Can you tell me, how did you see these?"

"I just felt he was very painful."

"The deceased?"

"The murderer."

Jenna looked at the photo with a pitiful gaze, but she wasn't looking at Nygma who had been divided into many pieces at all, but seemed to be seeing another soul through this body.

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

Jenna cast her gaze on the second photo again. That photo was an overhead shot of an oil drum, and the person in the oil drum had been roasted until cooked.

"He is telling everyone that he was turned into another thing, just like the man in the drum, from a human turned into food. This is exactly what he encountered, turned into fish on the chopping block by another stronger existence."

"But he didn't give up... no, at that time he had no way to choose whether to give up or not. Perhaps someone saved him, someone put him in a safe house. There... it was very narrow, but it made him feel very safe, just like this oil drum."

"He completed a kind of change there. He gained rebirth. The thing that was reassembled is no longer him, it is another... a stronger thing. He thinks, God cannot shake such him, or rather, he wants to shake God?"

"If I could see the scene, perhaps I could feel more, but with only photos, I cannot be sure what he wants to do. I can only say it seems to be like this."

"And this..." Jenna reached out and took the third photo over again, tilted her head, and stared closely at the photo, saying: "This is a demonstration. He is provoking some things... the sky? He wants his power to point to the sky?"

"I guess he might be declaring war on the God who tore him apart before. This is a... war totem, a bit like giving the middle finger to that God. Sorry, saying it like this might be a bit rude, but it is indeed like this."

Bruce stared at Jenna for a long time, until Jenna felt a bit hairy from being stared at, Bruce then spoke: "I am asking you why, how, in what way..."

"I have no way to explain." Jenna said: "This is just a feeling. Is this case solved? Did I happen to guess right?"

"I know this is your feeling, then through observing what things did you get this feeling?"

"Photos."

"Which part of the photo?"

"A kind of overall atmosphere." Jenna looked at the photo again and said: "The emotion presented by the picture as a whole."

"Atmosphere? What things constitute the atmosphere?"

"All of this." Jenna reached out and circled the photo, and then said: "The presented content enters my brain through my eyes, and then is converted into a kind of atmosphere I can feel."

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

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

"What wound? The one that killed him or the one that dismembered him?"

"You think they are not the same thing?"

"Not."

"Where did you see it from?"

"He wouldn't use the same thing." Jenna said with her arms crossed: "He wouldn't use the thing that killed him to dismember him."

"Why?"

"Because he needs to interpret his division. If he used the same thing, wouldn't it be unified? So of course it's not the same one."

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

"I don't understand." Jenna said very straightforwardly: "There is too much blood, I can't see anything at all."

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

"What did 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 was repeatedly cut, which means the tool used by the murderer when dismembering was not sharp enough, which is inconsistent with a wound on the corpse's neck. This proves that the murderer used two murder weapons."

"Then didn't I guess right?"

"You... but you have to speak with evidence." Bruce emphasized to her: "You have to reach a conclusion through analysis, not blind guessing."

"Alright, I'll try again."

Bruce zoomed in on the second photo again.

"How do you think he put him into the oil drum?"

"He took the oil drum apart." Jenna said: "First pressed the side into iron sheet, then bent the iron sheet to wrap him, and finally installed the bottom and lid of the oil drum, restoring it to the shape of an oil drum."

"How did you see it?"

"He wanted to hug him. This body represents a certain moment he experienced, someone hugged him like this iron sheet, squeezed him inward, let him be in a safe space, so he used the oil drum and the body to restore this process. Answer completed."

Bruce opened his mouth, used the remote control to zoom in on a part of the photo, and then pointed to it and said: "This place underwent secondary suppression. Metal repeated suppression led to discoloration, so it proves that the oil drum was violently taken apart and restored to its previous shape."

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

Bruce covered his forehead, closed his eyes, and after opening them, said: "Alright, let's do it one last time."

This time it was the third photo.

"Where do you think this wooden stake came from?"

"It's wood, but not a tree. My meaning is, he didn't go cut a tree, because he felt he wasn't worthy. He felt disdain for the thing he wanted to provoke, feeling it wasn't worthy of him paying extra labor."

"So he went to find a... wooden fence? I guess it might be one of those high fences on a farm, and it must be the highest one around where he took the material, because the middle finger is longer than all the fingers."

Bruce zoomed in on the photo again. At the root of the fence, a series of numbers were branded. Bruce said: "This is a fence of a dairy farm. From the wood, it can be seen that this is a thing produced by a cheap wooden product manufacturer, and such things usually don't provide installation services, so customers need to assemble according to the numbers. From the numbers, this thing should indeed be the highest fence."

Jenna nodded and said: "It seems I was lucky and guessed right again."

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

"This is very difficult." Jenna said: "I don't know enough about Earth's common sense. For example, I can't see what kind of wood this piece of wood uses, so naturally, I can't reach the later conclusion."

"These can all be solved through learning."

"I will work hard." Jenna smiled at Bruce and said.

"Alright, then are you willing to do a profile for the murderer?"

"Male, early 20s, suffering from mental illness, body relatively thin, limbs have twitching phenomena, but the spirit has recovered. If the case hasn't been solved, you can go find patients who were recently discharged from nearby mental hospitals. The one who meets the above description should be the murderer."

"Tell me how you made the inference."

"He is male, because only males would use imagery like upright upward to make a totem. This is a kind of reproductive worship."

"You can't distinguish wood, but you understand reproductive worship."

"I saw it in that criminal investigation book. They said many serial killers have... regarding genitals..."

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

"He is very young, perhaps heard about the city's street culture from someone, and is very curious about it. Homeless people and street kids often gather around oil drums to roast fire, so the oil drum became a symbol of street culture. He chose the oil drum instead of other things, which proves his mentality is very young."

"Did you also see this in the criminal investigation book?"

"No, it's because I am also very interested in street culture." Jenna made a hip-hop gesture with both hands and said: "I like graffiti, I plan to learn it."

"Continue."

"This whole case is a celebration. He feels very happy, so his hands have been shaking, and limb twitching is also very normal."

"How did you see that he has recovered?"

"I said he is celebrating." Jenna seemed helpless and said: "This is a goodbye he made, saying goodbye to the pain of the past, looking forward to his new life, and by the way expressing provocation to his enemy."

"So?"

"So he is already a normal person!" Jenna raised her tone and said: "Not everyone has the ability to celebrate. According to my observation, at least half of humans don't understand what celebration is. He can do this, even surpassing many normal people."

"Are you so sure?"

"When was the last time you celebrated from the heart? Professor?"

Bruce was silent, then he shook his head and said: "Maybe it was the birthday of one of my children."

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

"Why should I be happy for myself?"

"Because you raised him, making him grow up so excellently. You should love yourself who is so responsible and has educational ability from the heart, and celebrate warmly for this, shouldn't you?"

Bruce stared at her silently for a while and said: "For humans, loving oneself so much is very difficult."

"But you can definitely do it. You got out of the mud by relying on this." Jenna looked into his eyes and said: "You weren't born with this ability, but you learned it."

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

"Prying into others like this is impolite, but if you want to know, I can try to say it."

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

"Since this is a very difficult ability for others, people who possess this ability are always enviable and curious. You show this side without scruples, making those who can't do it have a strong interest in you. You attracted their attention like this..."

"They will think you have always been like this, but as I said, this is not something you were born with, but learned later..."

"No, not family learning, that's too early. Social education? No, the intensity is not enough, it can't shake you... one person?"

Jenna frowned and said: "A strong enemy, but also a mentor and friend... no, it's not so peaceful. You encountered a tyrant... but it wasn't so cold and ruthless."

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

"He hugged you, just like the murderer used the iron sheet of the oil drum to hug the victim. I think you should be able to understand this..."

Jenna suddenly stopped. She stared at Bruce with wide eyes, her gaze full of horror. ===== CHAPTER 3014 =====