Chapter 4481: Blackest Night (16)

"Fries is feeling nervous, and he clearly knows this isn't an emotion he should have at this moment. He is well-versed in his professional field, and the nervously beating heart at this moment is mostly just because I am trying to live-stream his psychological state. Being seen through has never been a good thing, and besides, Rodriguez has always been a half-madman in his mind who needs to go to the psychiatric hospital for a follow-up at any time; having the window of his mind pushed open by such a person, looking directly at every thought in his heart, is more dangerous than ever. 'I still have some regrets.' Yes, I caught this fleeting line. Don't think you can hide it from me, Fries; this game was started by you, and you haven't thought of a way to end the game that isn't so awkward; this contest is destined to last all night. Considering our sun won't shine anymore, this is destined to be a long night. 'Schiller, shut up!' I'm not very sure if he thought this or said it out loud, but I still have to emphasize it again—calling each other by first names is overly intimate."

"Schiller, go get me that box on the left shelf in the storage room." Victor looked up from a pile of experimental equipment.

"I'm not going," Schiller shook his head and said. "That thing is a flash-freeze trap. As soon as I touch the box, I'll be frozen instantly."

"I'll shoot you, and you'll be frozen too," Victor stared at him coldly.

"Finally showing the true face of Mr. Freeze?" Schiller smiled. "Happy to serve you, Mr. Mad Scientist."

Schiller walked out the door. Victor leaned helplessly against the cabinet next to him. A student on the side said, "Professor, even we know not to provoke Professor Rodriguez of the Psychology Department. I've only been in college for two years. And I heard you've been teaching here for over a dozen years..."

"Alright, Fabin. Go do your work, or I'll freeze you in ice too."

"No problem, Dr. Freeze."

When Nora arrived at the laboratory, she only saw a mess. She stood at the laboratory entrance and opened her mouth, but didn't say anything. She wasn't even sure if the man buried in the experimental equipment was her husband. He looked like he was desperate to freeze something. Since she woke up, this symptom had been rare.

"Oh, Nora, you're here." Victor's eyes lit up, almost like a dog whose automatic feeder was broken, seeing its owner returning from work. He rushed up and hugged Nora. This hug, which looked like an apocalyptic settlement screen, left Nora in a daze for a moment. Until she saw Schiller walking in.

She didn't understand why Victor looked like he was facing a great enemy when he saw Schiller. They had never had such a moment, not even when Schiller lost six games of cards in a row to Victor.

"A kind of unspeakable enthusiasm welled up in Fries's heart, which made him not even afraid to express his love as exaggeratedly as a drama in front of his colleagues and students. He usually wouldn't do this, because he always considered himself a quite subtle and polite gentleman, who should have an ice-sculpture-like temperament worthy of his talent. Most of the time he did well, but now there were obviously some flaws. I must say, this isn't entirely because I'm trying to live-stream his thoughts to everyone. It's that he is quite regretful that despite constantly calling me a 'psychic', he forgot this on a larger scale, pouring his fanaticism for detective novels all at once onto a 'mediocre' detective who 'can read minds'. Unfortunately, this psychic ability is as amazing as it is when targeting killers, and it is just as sharp when targeting him. Now, the whole world knows what stupid things dear Mr. Fries has done."

"SCHILLER!!!!!!!"

FBI Cat Getan Office. Amanda frowned, finishing listening to Jenna's account. She thought for a moment and then said, "If it weren't in Cat Getan right now, I would tell you to go to sleep immediately to end your illogical hallucinations. But considering this is Cat Getan, and it hasn't been bright for a long time, I think it's necessary for you to tell me the details. Especially those previous cases. What did you see?"

Jenna frowned, she appeared somewhat exhausted. Amanda went to pour her a cup of coffee and then said, "I hired you precisely because of your special empathetic talent. As a law enforcer, this is an extremely rare gift. It shouldn't be wasted on ordinary student assignments, but should be used at this very moment. Don't you think so?"

"I know, I'm thinking." Jenna's tone wasn't very good.

"Don't talk to me like that."

"Sorry, Boss." Jenna rubbed her temples and said, "For the sake of the generous salary and my internship certificate, you be quiet for a few minutes. I need to get into the zone."

After a while, Jenna said, "I feel something lingering. Chick's death, Fanny's death, Pelota's death. The connection between these three cases is far more than superficial. Cat Getan University, the location connecting these three parties, is just a cover. The core of the bond is someone else. He is lurking in the dark, only striking at critical moments. Hidden very deep."

"A student at Cat Getan University?"

"No, the temperament of the case isn't green, but quite seasoned."

"A crazy mental patient?"

"Neither, there is no uncontrollable part in this, the sense of disorder is almost non-existent."

"A shrewd sociopath?"

"Very close, but not the usual kind, more typical."

"More typical?"

"Yes, textbook typical. Not Cat Getan typical." Jenna frowned, she breathed lightly, her breathing frequency getting faster and faster, "He has some kind of goal, it's a very real interest-oriented one."

"Not a Gothamite?"

"That's the problem. The style doesn't look like a Gothamite, but if he weren't, he couldn't have committed such a case. He must have some understanding of Cat Getan. I guess he... is influenced."

"Influenced, influenced by what?"

"I don't know. But he must have been interfered with by something. He is a strange combination. But we can't infer anything just from this. There must be some unique connection."

Amanda also frowned deeply. She said, "Can't you be more specific? Guessing back and forth still doesn't have any content."

"This isn't a prophecy." Jenna emphasized, "You need to give me something for me to have some insight. If there's nothing, naturally I can't guess anything."

"Aren't those three cases enough?"

Jenna shook her head: "He is very careful, exposing his figure as little as possible. There are too few parts that can reveal his temperament; we can only wait for him to strike again."

"Then that will be another murder case!" Amanda roared, "Brainiac will skin us all alive!"

"Also," Amanda looked at Jenna and said, "I must emphasize to you again, we do not allow office romances."

"It's as if the FBI office belongs to you." Jenna retorted unpleasantly.

"Listen, I'm not forbidding you from dating. I understand very well that girls of your age are too prone to falling in love at first sight. But Barry Allen is not a good match. He will only hold you back."

Jenna stood up and said, "You're like the kind of woman who has been divorced three times and didn't grab a single inheritance. Don't mention Barry to me, or I'll resign!"

Jenna walked out the door angrily. She slowed her pace, pushed open the door of the coffee shop. After buying a few cups of coffee, she arrived at the office of the FBI's Behavioral Analysis Unit.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen."

"Oh, it's you, little Jenna." The blonde woman who was fiddling with the printer smiled at her and then said, "Come in quickly. Where's Barry? Hasn't he come yet?"

"I'm here precisely to ask for leave for him; he's encountered some trouble."

"A traffic accident?"

"No, it's the kind of trouble even Brainiac can't solve. So he might need to be away for a while." Jenna sighed deeply.

"My God, look at yourself." The Asian woman crossed her arms and looked at her, saying, "You look like you haven't slept for several nights. Why don't you go rest for a while?"

"No, I have to find a way to help him solve the trouble. You know about the murder case at Cat Getan University, right?"

"Yes, we are working on the investigation. Brainiac believes there are still many suspicious points in these cases, so we are analyzing the data as much as possible."

"Any results?"

"A few." The Asian woman took a document from the side and handed it to Jenna, then said, "The main suspicious point is still concentrated on Chick; he died too strangely. If he just intended to commit suicide and had an accident, it's a bit too coincidental, isn't it?"

"You mean someone interfered?"

The blonde woman walked over, picked up her cup of coffee, and then said, "Our people carefully checked the crime scene; the window frame of the window where Chick hanged himself is slightly wrong."

She turned and sat on the edge of the table, demonstrating that posture, and then said, "Logically speaking, this thin window frame would get stuck on his gluteus maximus, and it wouldn't be that easy to fall off. But we did indeed see traces of the window frame tilting to one side. This can't determine whether he squeezed the window frame into this shape when he slipped, or if the window frame suddenly tilted into this shape, which caused him to slip."

"Causality problem?"

"Yes. Both are possible. We are more inclined toward the latter. Because we collected sixteen different window frames from this area. The window frame of this window is severely aged, ranking about second or third. After research, the degree of aging might have a certain relationship with the type of laundry hanging above it. But we couldn't see anything special about the items hanging above this window frame."

"The two don't have a positive correlation?"

"They don't. That's the strange part. The items hanging above it are basically the same as the ones downstairs, but the quality of the window frames downstairs is much better. But this obviously isn't decisive evidence, just a possible hypothesis."

"Someone tampered with the window frame, causing Chick to slip down when he was sitting by the window."

"That's right." The Asian woman nodded and said, "But this is just a guess. We are analyzing and comparing the sample data of the window frame materials, hoping to get a more reasonable explanation, but in reality, the hope is very slim."

"It doesn't sound like the right way, but at least it's a direction." Jenna rubbed her forehead and said, "There's a key point I couldn't grasp. It's very close to me, but I'm really worried about Barry."

"Can you tell us what trouble he encountered?"

Jenna shook her head and said, "Actually, I don't know either. It has to do with his superpowers."

"Then we can't help." Everyone shook their heads, "In fact, none of us can understand what his superpower is, including Brainiac."

"I don't need to understand what his superpower is, I just need to understand what is interfering with him." Jenna muttered to herself, looking at the document in front of her. Suddenly, inspiration flashed and vanished.

"South District." Jenna almost jumped up, "The problem is in the South District! The root of the chaos, the intersection of the cases, the important bond... I found it!" ===== CHAPTER 4482 =====