Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 41 41. Between Madness and Order

The broken sunlight shines through the lush branches and leaves of the big trees in the front yard, and the light is dotted on the faces of the two men.

One half is as bright as day, and the other half is as dark as night.

"Mr. Holden, I'm curious, is the FBI so idle? Are you not going to investigate the case?"

Dean looked at the man vigilantly. Did the DNA test go wrong?

"Dude, don't be so hostile, okay?"

Holden shrugged his shoulders, "I'll remind you when I come here, your Colt M1911A1 is still in the LVPD, take your certificate of honor and medal, you can pick it up anytime."

"By the way, your speech just now was very exciting," Holder praised with a smile. "My blood boiled with excitement, and I almost couldn't help but quit my job to pursue my life dream."

"you flatter me."

"Not at all, but I have a question."

He shook his head suddenly, looked into Dean's eyes, and took a step closer to him,
"If I remember correctly, you were brave more than once, except for the one at Lake Mead, and one more time..."

"What do you mean? I don't understand?" Dean unconsciously folded his arms around his chest in a defensive posture,
"I like to study suspicious cases." Holden touched his nose, "For example, a week ago, the billionaire who fell to his death, James Lowe. Everyone thinks that he misses his dead son and becomes ill." , Grieving and drinking, he committed suicide by jumping off the building."

"But people who make their fortunes from casinos and restaurants often have a hard heart, and the possibility of suicide is very small." Holden carefully observed Dean's expression without blinking, but only saw a daze on the other's face. "Then I went to the front desk of the hotel and asked... Guess what I found out? The nineteenth floor of the hotel, tsk tsk..."

Dean sighed in his heart, this guy is haunted.

But he double-checked the video recorded from the perspective of God several times, and absolutely did not leave any trace of crime.

"Holden, I don't have time to play charades with you. I'm leaving."

"James Lowe died on the twentieth floor, and you stayed on the nineteenth floor that night! There are no such coincidences in the world."

Holden quickly followed him and ran into the parking lot,
"Last time it was Bob Lowe, and this time it was his father, James Lowe...Why do you always threaten me with inexplicable reasons?"

Dean turned the key, opened the door of the Ford, and got into the driver's seat.

Holden, without grace, roguely sat on the hood of the car.

"The murderer did it seamlessly, and neither the surveillance cameras nor the bodyguards found a trace. But my instinct tells me that you are definitely involved."

"Did I hear you right? An FBI told me about intuition, and the police officers are amazing, so there's no need to talk about evidence?"

Dean slammed the car horn.

The piercing sound of the horn pierced through the entire parking lot.

But Holden remained unmoved, as steady as an old dog, his eyes fixed on Dean through the car window. "Over the past ten years of my professional career, my intuition has helped me solve dozens of cold cases and even saved my life. Besides, my main job is to study criminal psychology. For me, psychological factors are more important than physical factors. more credible evidence."

Dean took a deep breath, his patience had reached its limit.

Find a chance to kill this dog skin plaster without anyone noticing?
"Holden Ford, have I offended you? Why do you always go against me and send a good citizen to prison?"

"No, you're wrong, Dean, you're dead wrong!"

Holden laughed suddenly, with an exaggerated grin on the corner of his mouth.

Sunlight fell on his pale face.

This smile exudes a morbid and crazy taste, like a severe mental patient.

Dean quietly grasped the steering wheel, and what the other party heard next completely overturned his previous impression,

"I never thought of sending you to jail. Because you have reasons for your actions. Bob abused you... Is it normal for you to take revenge on him? Well, although there is no direct evidence pointing to you."

"As for his father, James, I have found a clue that a hidden account related to the company he ran had transferred money to the family accounts of the three murderers in the Lake Mead incident. My intuition tells me that it is James Luo planned the killing behind his back, for his dead son!"

But Dean frowned even tighter,
How dare an FBI say such outrageous words in front of him—revenge and murder are justifiable?
What are these remarks?
"It's unbelievably clean that you started. The three shooters and James are all dead," Holden leaned his face in front of the car window, and sighed, "There is no possibility of further investigation."

"Don't pour dirty water on my head." Dean emphasized calmly,

Holden didn't seem to hear, and continued to indulge in his own world,
"Dean, in fact, you are very similar to me. In order to achieve your goals, you will not hesitate to use unconventional means."

"You are wrong. I am a normal person and have nothing to do with you." Dean said seriously,
"You're very talented...but your current style of conduct is dangerous. Let me guess, you get excited when you take out your threat without leaving a trace."

Dean was expressionless.

"You think there is nothing wrong with it, because you have actually benefited from it, you have not implicated innocent people, and you have gained a great sense of psychological accomplishment. You didn't notice that there has been an inertia here."

"The next time you meet someone who offends you, even if it's just a verbal offense, you will still habitually start thinking about whether to—kill him!"

Holden paused, his eyes seemed to see through his heart,

"If I'm not mistaken, you already want to get rid of me, right? Your temper has slowly become cold and irritable, advocating force."

Dean grinned happily, as if listening to a joke,
"This set of analysis theory is very interesting. Let's continue, how can I become a killer?"

He pushed open the passenger door, and Holden sat in naturally.

The car left the parking lot and drove slowly along the road.

"I admit that killing is the easiest and quickest way to solve problems, but it is addictive. Blood, fear, pain, and howling will constantly inspire the dark side of human beings."

"Right now, you feel that you are killing people who deserve what they deserve. But when the blood on your hands is getting heavier and heavier, can you still promise to strictly abide by this principle?"

"Don't use me as an example. As I said, your complaints have the wrong object."

Dean stared absently out of the car window.

"Then you just think I'm telling a story."

Holden shrugged.

"I have been exposed to a large number of similar cases. Ordinary people accidentally killed someone, but they seemed to have discovered a new world. Dark emotions quietly grew in their hearts. They began to repeat this accidental killing."

"Once, and again... the cycle repeats."

Holden's tone was fast and anxious,
"It's like smoking weed, the more you smoke, the higher your desire will be. Ordinary killings can no longer make them happy and satisfied. They begin to pursue more extreme ritualized crimes, relying on meticulous thinking and superhuman mobility , Gradually grow into a serial killer, a demon!"

"I'm sane."

Dean grinned mockingly.

What PUA theory, just a few words to determine that I'm going to degenerate into a murderous demon?
Holden noticed his expression,

"Didn't you find the similarities between you? You have the ability to act, you have ideas, and you have some unpredictable means. The most important thing is that you have also opened the 'Pandora's Box', and more than once .”

"A COP who has undergone a lot of professional training still needs psychological counseling after shooting someone."

"But you, you have killed several people in a row, you have begun to deviate from the rules, and you may grow into a crazy criminal genius!"

"Can you stop making such ridiculous assumptions?"

"Don't rush to refute, have you ever heard a saying that genius is always hovering between madness and order, and all great things are born here."

"Between madness and order?"

Sooner or later, in front of the Ford car driven by Dean, several roads intersected—an intersection,
"Have you seen that, you have stood at such a fork in the road, and you have two choices - take a step back, forget everything that happened recently, and be a low-key and honest person from now on, college, graduation, work, marriage and childbirth, life Live a normal and orderly life, but in doing so, you become completely ordinary."

Dean denied it in his heart. With the system, how could he be willing to live the life of an ordinary person?
"Of course you can also take a step forward and continue to act according to your style, be jealous of evil, choose targets, carry out violence and killing... wantonly use your skills, talents, and meticulous thinking, and then...you will gradually get lost in it..."

Dean tapped the steering wheel lightly with his index finger.

He is already doing it.

Assassinated James Lowe.

Search for criminal targets in Las Vegas, carry out strikes, and increase your fighting proficiency.

But so far nothing.

Nor can he get lost.

He has the system as the yardstick, and the events triggered by the system are——

and many more.

Dean suddenly remembered a detail that he had never considered or subconsciously ignored on the day of the Lake Mead incident——

Under the desperation situation where the three gunmen are on a killing spree, the events given by the system have two completely different options——

One is to kill three gunmen.

The second is to take advantage of the chaos to kill innocent tourists present.

Dean's eyes tightened.

This shows what?
The system has no concept of good and evil, no bias and position, if it continues to throw out good and evil choices in other events in the future to seduce itself.

So, can you stick to it?
"For a genius, doing good or doing evil is only a matter of thought. If you are not careful, if you take a wrong step, you will fall into the abyss of crime and never recover."

Holden Ford noticed the change in his face, his eyes flashed, and he said those words slowly.

"Do you know horse racing? Now there is a horse with good speed, but it is wild, has a bad temper, and even attacks innocent people of its own kind."

"The trainer has the option to castrate him to make him more manageable, but that would take away his aura, his distinctive quality."

"So the horse trainer put a blindfold on it, so that when the horse is running, it will not be easily disturbed by the outside world. It is trying its best, but it is still on the track. It has the potential of a champion."

"I, Holden Ford, an expert in psychology and crime, would like to be this blindfold to guide you how to run more steadily, safely, and not deviate from the track and violate the laws and regulations."

"I will let you maintain the balance between madness and order. So that you will neither lose the potential of a champion and become a mediocre person, nor will you go astray and ruin your bright future."

"I only have one request, you have to cooperate with me occasionally to do some psychological experiments."

squeak-

Dean slammed on the brakes and the car stopped on the side of the road.

The door opened, and he pushed Holden out.

The personable FBI almost didn't throw a shit.

But he still stubbornly pulled on the window.

"What do you want to do? Be my psychiatrist and life mentor? I repeat, Bob and James have nothing to do with me. I'm just an ordinary high school student." Dean looked at him with sharp eyes like a falcon,
"Dean, if you are fascinated by crimes, mysteries, and killings, why don't you go the right way? I can recommend you to enter LVPD, start as a volunteer, and then I will personally teach you how to display your talents and talents legally and compliantly!"

Dean's heart moved, but he stubbornly refused,

"I don't need anyone to tell me what to do in my life, and I'm not interested in being your experimental guinea pig."

Boom!

The car restarted and quickly disappeared with Dean on board.

"I am waiting for you at LVPD, my door is always open for you!"

Holden Ford waved goodbye to the departing car with a confident smile on his lips.

The seed has been sown, and sooner or later it will take root.

"Don't make me wait too long."

(End of this chapter)