Chapter 73
No matter how long she pondered the issue, Jian Yao was still puzzled by one thing – she had originally thought, if the killer was really a serial killer, then there must be a regular pattern to the selection of victims. Moreover, when he chose Nie Shijun, there must have been some distinguishing feature. Who could have expected that his second victim would be a tramp whose characteristics were entirely different from Nie Shijun’s? Of course, it wasn’t as if such cases had never occurred before. The United States had serial killers whose prey ran the gamut of humankind, from old to young, male to female. But, in such a situation, it would be even more difficult to suss out the pattern of the killer’s behaviour.
She walked out of the crime scene to see that Bo Jinyan was already standing at the traffic light intersection, his face expressionless, so she did not know what he was thinking.
Jian Yao walked over to him.
Very naturally, he grasped her hand and pulled her gently into his embrace. Just like before, he was extremely clingy. Who knows when this old aspect of his temperament had resurfaced.
“Uhm . . .” Before he could say another word, she had already hummed softly in response.
He lowered his head. His sunglasses reflected the light, and his lips were slightly pursed.
“I already know how to find the killer.”
Jian Yao blinked twice, smiled, and said, “Oh.”
However, she found herself unable to smile at his next words.