Chapter 4485: Blackest Night (20)

"Jenna! Jenna! Wake up from your little lover's gentle embrace immediately!" Amanda's roar came from the phone receiver, "256 Mosson Street, Building C, gather there!"

Jenna, who had been tossing and turning for a day and a night, was forced to straighten up from the chair she was leaning on to rest. The members of the Behavioral Science Office who were copying data looked at her with some sympathy.

"Ms. Waller is always like this." The blonde woman brought a cup of coffee to Jenna and then said, "Are you okay? If you really can't do it, just ask for leave. Brainiac won't force you to work."

Jenna shook her head and said: "I'm not human, I don't need such a long rest time."

"High-intensity continuous empathy is very dangerous for any empath." The Asian woman on the side opened her mouth and said, "Substituting into the killer's perspective will make you feel mentally disordered."

"Actually, it's okay," Jenna said in a low voice, "The person who did it isn't one of those madmen in Cat Getan, the efficiency of mental pollution isn't very high, I can still hold on."

"Alright, let's not talk about it." Jenna stood up, rarely put on a coat, and said, "Mosson Street, sounds a bit familiar. Does anyone here know about it?"

"I've already retrieved the data for you from Brainiac." Another colleague said, "Sent to your phone, take a look. I think the most valuable one is the Mosson Street murder case that happened over a dozen years ago, the collective poisoning incident with about 50 deaths, injuries, and missing persons."

Jenna took a light breath, but then shook her head again, over a dozen years ago was already too far away. I heard that Cat Getan was still shrouded in dark clouds at that time, Jenna couldn't imagine how dark Cat Getan would be at that time, there must be a darker truth behind this kind of case.

She went out, drove to Mosson Street. On the way, she checked the data recorded by Brainiac. Mosson Street block was a block composed of about a dozen streets. Because the Mosson family, the fishery tycoon, was originally located here, this place was called Mosson Street block. And the street where the Mosson family residence was located was Mosson Street.

Just after getting out of the car, Jenna smelled the bloody scent in the air, and at the same time, there was an indescribable dark aura. She walked slowly through the dark alley, beside the dirty and rusty drain, struggling souls groaned here; in the pile of debris piled up with rotten wooden boards, someone let out a terrified scream. Countless scenes were layered in front of her, hazy and trance-like.

"Jenna! Jenna!!!"

Jenna was suddenly pushed by someone. She came back to her senses and found that she was actually standing inside the cordon. Amanda stared at her with wide eyes and said: "What are you doing! I called you here to solve the case, but you can't just break into the crime scene like this..."

"Sorry, I'm a bit..." Jenna shook her head, took a deep breath, and then said, "What should I do now?"

"Go meet your new partner. He was found by Brainiac, although I think he's a young master, he looks quite smart, maybe he'll be of help."

Jenna looked in the direction of her gaze. She recognized the young man standing by the cordon—Tim Drake, Bruce Wayne's adopted son, and also the main operator of Drake Enterprises.

Tim walked over, shook hands with Jenna, and said: "Long time no see, Miss Jenna. You don't look very well."

"I'm fine," Jenna shook her head. He turned to look at the crime scene and then said, "Have you been in?"

"Yes, that's why I'm staying outside." Tim hesitated for a moment and then said, "I don't suggest you go in."

"I'm here to solve the case just like you."

"Precisely because of this, I make this suggestion. You're an empath, right? This thing might make you mentally disordered."

"A classic murder case?"

"Cat Getan-style." Tim nodded.

"Alright, there are really many challenges tonight." Jenna closed her eyes hard. She tightened the coat on her body, tidied her hair, and then said, "If I look like I'm about to lose control later, wake me up as soon as possible."

Tim nodded and followed behind Jenna. The moment the two stepped into the house, Jenna was stunned.

A male corpse was sitting in the center of the sofa as if it were a common occurrence. The skin color was abnormal, as if poisoned. His lower abdomen was cut open, and the rectum, bladder, and genitals were taken out. His legs were stretched straight, those internal organs flowed down his legs, and blood kept dripping to his toes.

His hands were folded on his chest like a pharaoh, his head tilted back. The corpse looked like it had become somewhat stiff, and the blood clots on the sofa condensed into a certain pattern, obviously left deliberately.

Jenna walked forward as if attracted, until she came to the corpse. Those hallucinations that floated before her eyes when she rushed over swept past again, which made her realize that the killer deliberately chose this block.

"I love the night, because the night makes everyone feel lonely and afraid. In such an atmosphere, people's connections will become closer. However, a night without day is disgusting. If white is not white enough, black is not black enough. I feel dull, depressed, restless..."

Jenna recited lightly: "Eternal night is a mistake, I need to correct it. It is death that chose the night, not the night that brought death. A dutiful night watchman should understand better than me. I need him to go and tell the night. This is a ritual, this is just the beginning..."

"Here, countless people have had their lives taken in the night. So I chose this place as an altar. I need a prayer, using black as a sacrifice, to communicate with the night for me. He offered his reproductive system, which is black, full of filth. This is a mockery, because he once used this to fill his whole body with toxins..."

Jenna started to tremble all over. Her lips trembled as she said: "He is so insanely insulting to death, this is exactly what I want. His corpse is the best sacrifice. So I... show the one who brought the eternal night... I warn him..."

Jenna's body started to sway. Tim rushed up to support her, shouting: "Stop! Jenna, stop!"

Jenna woke up suddenly. She gasped for air, covered in sweat, trembling as she leaned against the wall, hugging herself with her arms: "You were right, I shouldn't have come in."

"What did you see?"

Jenna wiped her face and then said: "Tell me what you saw first."

"The patterns formed by those blood clots are constellations."

"Constellations?" Jenna seemed somewhat surprised.

"Yes, Scorpio. In constellation theory, Scorpio is usually seen as the constellation that controls the reproductive system, bladder, and rectum, which also corresponds to the posture of the corpse. And Scorpio is also usually seen as black or white. Perhaps the theme of this case is related to the eternal night."

"The theme of the case is indeed related to the night." Jenna pursed her lips and said, "But the killer is just using the corpse to mock the person who thinks that making the Earth fall into eternal night can bring death."

Tim was slightly stunned; this answer was obviously a bit jumpy. But he asked very patiently: "Why do you say that?"

"Because this guy is a sex-diseased corpse-insulter." Jenna stared ahead with cold eyes, seemingly not having broken free from the state of empathy, "Night worker, engaged in the funeral industry, using his position to rape corpses. Perhaps he has also desecrated corpses on other occasions. That's how he got the venereal disease."

Tim's expression twitched, clearly feeling somewhat disgusted. But the police investigation results came out very quickly, and it was no different from what Jenna said. This guy used to be a corpse collector for gangs near the pier, quite notorious.

Logically speaking, the profession of corpse collector is relatively respected. Even in the gang era, no one would specifically go to trouble this group of people. Because disposing of corpses is very important, no one would want a pile of corpses to be left unmanaged in their territory. Corpse collectors come and go freely in the territories of various gangs, and everyone has to give them some face.

However, the reason this guy named Jerita could make the job of corpse collector notorious was precisely because of his strange hobby. He liked to insult corpses, and he didn't care about gender, and he especially liked the corpses of sex workers, which was also why he contracted venereal disease.

Because corpse collectors always collect corpses at night, they are also considered night workers. His work efficiency was quite good, and gangs were too lazy to care about people who were already dead, so he could barely get by.

This kind of hobby can't be changed in a day or two. After the Brainiac era arrived, this guy's hands itched and he went to steal corpses from the funeral home, but was caught. Since he hadn't had time to commit the crime, he was only sentenced to a few months. But he couldn't help it and went again, and this time he was caught red-handed, and now he is in the trial stage.

As for why he wasn't detained, it was because the detention room of the Cat Getan Police Department was being upgraded, and some criminals with minor offenses were changed to home surveillance. Jerita was one of them.

Tim went to the police side and came back to tell Jenna: "This guy has two kinds of venereal disease and AIDS, and he wouldn't have lived long anyway. This killer is also quite bold, daring to dissect this, really not afraid of occupational exposure."

Jenna barely straightened her body and then said: "In the killer's view, Jerita wasn't just insulting the corpse, but had no respect for death."

"Then why wasn't it punitive?" Tim asked, "Why wasn't the killer trying to punish those who don't respect death?"

Jenna shook her head and said: "If that were the case, he wouldn't have exposed his genitals. This carries a very strong declarative meaning—'Look at the good deeds this guy has done, he can live to this day because death is worthless and couldn't give him punishment'."

"Isn't venereal disease punishment? He won't live for many days."

"What would be the cause of death?"

"Immune system collapse caused by AIDS, the inflammation in his body is already very serious."

"Then the scene wouldn't be like this." Jenna thought for a moment and said, "If it were to embody that those who don't respect death must be punished, the scene's layout might start from blood, or embody other characteristics related to AIDS. I didn't see any. And, I believe you can also see the religious meaning of the deceased's posture; if it were punishment, there might be elements like fire. Of course, this is my hypothesis, perhaps it's also possible as you said."

"You said this is a ritual?"

"Yes. He is mocking. He sees death and night as opposites, and he clearly stands on the side of the night, mocking death for needing to borrow the power of the night, mocking that doing so won't have any results."

"But he still killed him, isn't this precisely bringing death?"

"Because he was already going to die anyway." Jenna thought for a moment and said, "Death is the inevitable end; letting it arrive early is precisely to show his deprivation of the power of death, and it is also a provocation and mockery."

"You just mentioned sacrifice?"

Jenna nodded, but then shook her head: "He wants to offer his sacrifice to the night, but this corpse is only a part, not all. There must be others."

"Where would it be? Who would it be?" Amanda walked over and asked.

"I don't know." Jenna said, "He will mock death in various ways, but I'm not sure what way. I... cannot go deeper."

"So didn't you still not deduce anything?" Amanda said dissatisfiedly, "Forget it, Mr. Drake, just investigate according to what you said. There are twelve constellations, right?"

Tim nodded and said: "But this deceased himself has no relationship with the constellations, he isn't a Scorpio, and there's no way to lock onto the next victim through this."

"It's really troublesome!" Amanda gritted her teeth and cursed, "Investigating cases in this broken city, criminal investigation knowledge is half useless. Why can't it just be simple crimes of passion or revenge?"

"You should have known long ago, ma'am." Tim said somewhat helplessly. ===== CHAPTER 4486 =====