Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 103 103. Deduction, Profile

In the dark hotel room, Holden Ford put his hands in front of him, wrapped his left elbow with his right hand, stood against the wall, and began to narrate his inferences.

"According to Jayne Harden's description just now, he heard the door opening and closing when he was strangled and struggling, and he was still breathing. This shows that the murderer left the room in a hurry before his death was confirmed."

"With Jayne's weight of two hundred pounds, it is very likely that he broke the blackmail during the struggle and escaped with his life."

"This is a failed assassination. The murderer is definitely not a professional killer. His actions are likely to be a whim, improvised by some strong emotion."

Holden paused, and described it accurately, "The idea of ​​committing a crime popped up suddenly, like a sneeze without warning, and had to be released."

Dean thought about it, and put the divination board and incense burner into the denim backpack.

"Another detail verifies my inference - Jayne heard the man's laughter."

Holden shook his head.
"It is very unprofessional to actually laugh out loud while committing the crime, but it shows from the side that the murderer can get pleasure from this bad behavior."

Holden suddenly asked Dean, "Imagine, if you were a murderer, under what circumstances would you laugh happily while watching a person being hung from a rope, struggling in pain and about to suffocate?"

"I hate Jayne Harden so much, I wish he would die." Dean had killed so many people before, and rarely smiled when killing people.

There may be something wrong with the murderer's psychology.

"And Jayne's behavior of putting his head on the sling and committing suicide was the opportunity to induce the crime."

"He assumed the posture of a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, as if he was actively luring this murderer who hid in the dark and hated him, and said to this voyeur—" The flickering candlelight illuminated a strange brilliance on Holden's face, His tone was inexplicably excited,
"Come and kill me!"

His red eyes turned to Dean,

"It's Ni, can you bear it?"

……

"So the killer hated Jayne Harden, but toppling his life-saving stool and killing him was improvised."

Holden concluded,

"But it's not over yet. According to Jayne's statement, he didn't notice anyone entering the room during the whole process."

"And Joan Cartree's testimony also mentioned that the room was locked after entering the door."

"This is enough to show that the murderer could not have entered the room during the incident, but had already hid in it before the two of them entered. Well, the shuttered wardrobe you hid in just now is the best hiding place, with a good view. It’s hard to find outside.”

"This also means that the real culprit got the key to room 2-21 in advance!"

……

Dean nodded, which was consistent with his inference.

Holden stared at the dark void, slowly paced around the double bed, speaking faster,
"Just now Jayne Harden also mentioned that he and Joan played games in this house many times, and never checked the shuttered wardrobe. It is almost equivalent to a 'safe house'."

"The murderer who entered the door early hides inside, do you think it's a coincidence?"

Dean stood up, picked up his denim bag, nodded and shook his head, "Many seemingly coincidental experiences are repeated by others with ulterior motives. In murder cases, there are even fewer coincidences."

Holden smiled happily,

"Yes, I think the murderer hid in the closet as an 'spectator' many times before the day of the crime. And was never found."

Holden paused, his black eyes slowly turning, "Who can easily get access to the hotel keys? And can they repeatedly enter and exit the room secretly?"

Before Dean answered, he continued to analyze,

"If the killer is a professional killer, there are ways for him to do both quietly."

"But it has been concluded before that he was not professional enough, and his actions are likely to be improvised."

"He was able to get the key, and grasp the time and location of Jayne and Joan's games, and secretly peeped many times, not because of how smart or skilled he is."

"It's because of his identity and occupation that provide great convenience!"

Holden's eyes lit up, and he categorically stated the conclusion,

"He is an employee of Gaowen Hotel!"

……

A steady and powerful voice echoed in the room.

Dean nodded, Holden's deductive conclusion coincided with his,

But he still has some questions,
"The murderer, the hotel employee, hates Jayne Harden."

"And Jayne Harden claims he never sinned against anyone in the hotel."

"Then what was the motive for committing the crime?"

……

"Dean, it's you instead," Holden smiled. "Hiding in the closet, enjoying an annual action drama. The actors are a bald man who is as fat as a pig, and a beautiful woman with a hot body and a sexy appearance."

"You secretly watched it again and again."

"What do you think?"

"I'm not interested in this perverted game." Dean said seriously with a straight face, "Aren't you asking for fun by watching it repeatedly?"

Holden cast a disdainful look, "Normal men can't help but revisit it over and over again, and feel jealous and fantasizing in their hearts. Why is it not me who is dating Joan?"

Holden instantly assumed the identity of the murderer, with fierce eyes, jealous and angry tone,
"What right does this fat pig have to go on multiple dates with the man of my dreams while I'm just a pitiful spectator? Just because he has a lot of shit money? And I'm a pauper?"

……

"Envy is the original sin, the motive of the crime, and the uncontrolled sneeze."

"It's like a fire in a hearth that grows hotter and hotter. And the day before yesterday it finally burst out and burned everything, and it's a bitter fruit!"

Dean opened his mouth wide. This inference is too smooth, but it is full of subjective assumptions, which makes him feel uneasy.

Without waiting for him to speak, Holden said in a confident tone of insight,
"As for the murderer, I have already made the most basic profile—"

"Male, no more than 40 years old."

He slightly raised his chin, instantly transformed into a brilliant painter, his left index finger became his paintbrush, following his unique rhythm, volleying and drawing,
"Hotel staff, the position will not be too high."

"How come?" Dean interjected inappropriately.

"With enough income, you don't need to watch performances secretly, you can ask Joan with money."

A gleam flashed in Holden's eyes, and he continued to describe
"In addition, he is introverted, not good at communication, stubborn, and may have emotional loss of control in his daily work."

"Envious of Jayne, and has a certain admiration for Joan Cartree."

"Loving Joan?" Dean interrupted. "Where did you find that?"

"Haven't you seen 'action movies'?" Holden cast a pitiful look, "If you're a normal man who often pays attention to the works of an actress, you will uncontrollably have a good impression of her."

Dean suddenly realized.

Hall continued, "When a dream goddess you admire and have seen dozens of times from inside to outside appears by your side, no matter how introverted you are, you can't help but get close to her, try to express yourself, and try to act Similar to confession."

Holden took a deep breath, grinned,
"The murderer may have harassed Joan, and Joan has an impression of him."

……

"What a fantastic idea."

Following Holden's train of thought, Dean only felt that some places that he hadn't thought to understand before suddenly became clear, and the clouds and the sun were clear before his eyes.

He looked at the system.

After Holden's analysis, the investigation progress actually jumped from 40.00% to 60.00%.

Obviously, the other party's description of the criminal's psychology and identity is full of reasoning and deduction.

The system admits these inferences, as if they are supported by some invisible evidence.

Dean couldn't help being surprised.

Is this the strength of psychological profiling?

Others are still in a state of not realizing it, but he has already passed through the fog and pointed at the vital point!
……

"Then let's go see Joan at the detention center?" Dean muttered, shaking his head again, "Oh, no, we should go to Grace first, and find a way to get information on all the hotel employees."

"Not bad!" Holden shined a flashlight on his face, his slender lips showed an orgasm-like smile,

"Let's go, let's find out the real culprit!"

……

Beside the sofa in the lobby on the first floor, the two found Grace who had just seen off a guest and was rubbing her sore calf.

"Hotel staff information? Why do you want this thing?"

"We want to check whether anyone had access to the clues on the day of the incident. Well, maybe they didn't notice it themselves."

Grace thought for a while, then led the two of them to the office behind the entrance on the left side of the first floor, and asked by the way, "I'm a little curious, so far in the investigation of Joan Cartri's case, this girl really killed Jie. Eh Harden? If it’s not convenient to say it, just pretend I didn’t ask.”

"Joan and Jayne are both regular guests of the hotel, so you should know something about it." Dean stared into the woman's eyes and asked without answering, "Do you think Joan is the murderer?"

"It doesn't matter what I say." Grace stretched out her hand to straighten the red hair under the hat, "But based on my personal impression, Joan is warm, honest and gentle, and she hasn't degenerated into a money-worshiping bitch like other colleagues."

"Well, she doesn't have much wealth, has a good reputation, is efficient at work, and has never made any mistakes. How could she kill Jayne and ruin her bright future?"

"We seriously agree." Holden said following her attitude, "We are looking for clues to help her get rid of the charges, and hope to get your help."

"Then I'll do my best."

……

office.

With the assistance of Grace, the two successfully obtained the hotel employee data book, including the restaurant department, housekeeping department and other departments, a total of 73 people.

According to Holden's previous analysis, 43 women were excluded, leaving 40 men, and those over 25 were excluded, leaving [-].

Dean put the 25 circles in front of Grace,
"Who were on duty at the hotel when the incident happened the day before yesterday?"

"Wait, I'll check the schedule." Grace found a form and reviewed it for a while, and crossed out nearly half of the people in the information, leaving twelve men.

"Are any of them more introverted and out of gregarious?" Holden asked with suppressed excitement.
"Why do you ask, they have something to do with the case?" Grace looked at the information, puzzled,
"Introverted people have more delicate thoughts," Holden explained casually with a smile, "maybe they can notice an important detail."

"As far as I know, introverts...Kenny, Hale, Barrett, Otter...Jack Lee." Grace ticked off five of them, one black, one Asian, one Hispanic, two white people.

The appearance and body shape are very ordinary.

"The five of them are relatively quiet. They work honestly on weekdays, have little communication with colleagues, and don't participate in group activities held by the hotel very much."

Dean thought about it and asked, "Among these five people, who has a good impression of Joan, is even obsessed with her, and has given her flowers, other gifts, or confession?"

Grace shook her head and smiled, and said in the tone of someone who has experienced it,

"Dean, you asked a stupid question. As long as it is a normal man, who doesn't like a good-tempered, gentle, beautiful and sexy beauty like Joan?"

"The men who work in the Gaowen Hotel are more or less fond of her, and she comes here often."

"So according to gossip from my colleagues, at least one-third of them tried to ask her out. After all, there is no loss in being rejected."

"But whether the five are among them, I don't know much about ... well ... they don't like to show off."

"Okay, so is it their turn to be on duty today?"

"That's right, they're in the hotel and they don't get off work at night, should I call them over?"

"Don't. Don't bother them yet."

Dean and Holden looked at each other, and they should not be able to ask for more information for the time being.

"Let's go here for the investigation first, Grace." Dean said gratefully, while folding up the seventy or so employee materials and stuffing them into the denim backpack, "I will let you know when the case is out, but please You keep it secret for us first, don't disclose to outsiders, especially these five people, that we are investigating the case of the day before yesterday."

"Don't worry, I don't have such a big mouth." Grace nodded, a trace of hesitation flashed in her eyes, "Dean, please keep it a secret for me too, don't tell Ruster about a man pestering me outside the hotel today. He Waiting for the results of the university interview, there is no distraction."

"What did you say? I've lost track of it. Goodbye, Grace."

Dean smiled and waved, and left the hotel with his companions.

"What should we do next?" Holden joked as he got in the car and looked at the hotel outside the window, "Master psychic?"

Dean turned his head and glanced at him. After witnessing the supernatural ceremony, this guy was in a state of excitement as if he had been injected with chicken blood.

"Profiling experts, just to be on the safe side, we have to ask Lucville's lawyer to help meet the client, Joan Katri, and let her identify the 'suspect'."

"As for the hotel, don't startle the snake by making a fool of yourself."

The car drove towards the law firm of Fran.

Dean was a little worried. Holden's profile just now was too silky, which made him feel unreal.

"Man, what if our conclusions are proven wrong?"

Holden gave him an encouraging look,

"Be confident. Sherlock Holmes will make mistakes. Besides, there is still plenty of time. If there is no shortcut to a psychic medium, then we will follow the old path of ordinary police."

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(End of this chapter)