The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 311 Network and Information

In the yellowed plastic case, the PC host made of various second-hand parts hummed, intertwined with the crackling of the keyboard.

"Deaver, have the information been found?"

Tina covered her forehead with a haggard expression, and approached the monitor hopefully.

"Dear sister, I'm doing my best. Could you please move your beautiful face to the side?"

The black boy pursed his plump sausage-like lips, and his chubby face was full of the desire to complain.

You're a computer idiot who only knows how to dance, but you don't understand high technology...

But under the suppression of the bloodline of a terrifying creature like his sister, the boy wisely kept his mouth shut.

Even if he didn't speak, his expression clearly betrayed his thoughts. In normal times, Tina would have punished this bastard boy severely, but now she was not in the mood and just kept urging him.

Without making her wait too long, Deaver excitedly knocked on the car to enter.

"I asked him to find relevant clues. What do you mean by retelling the murder case that happened in the local area? Can you help me with my history class?" Tina glared at him and pinched his fat face hard.

"I found similar situations! I copied them together."

"Let go, let go, I said." Deaver struggled to escape from his sister's clutches, not daring to show off any more.

"What does this have to do with my situation? Come on to the point!"

In 1975, a administrator with a sack over his head attacked the camping students at Nightingale Summer Camp, killing and injuring more than a dozen people.

However, his hard work only resulted in a heart-pounding bang on the head.

His stubby fingers traced across the fluorescent text, narrating them one by one.

In 1962, a woman named Ruby Lane sang a love song and killed several roommates with a razor...

Then there is the closest one to us and the most well-known one. In 1988, Benjamin Ryan, a salesperson at a department store, invited several classmates to play arcade machines at night, but ended up killing them all while wearing a skull mask..."

A series of bloody murders were described vividly from the mouth of the little fat man.

Deaver moved the mouse, bolded and enlarged a section of text in the computer document, and highlighted it in red.

In 1936, a serial killer codenamed "Humpty Dumpty" lurked day and night, killing six innocent people in six days...

“In 1924, a 12-year-old mentally ill child smashed the heads of his entire family with an iron rod in their sleep…

"I found a suspicious report. After the department store massacre in 1988, a tabloid reporter interviewed the parents of the murderer. According to them, Benjamin Ryan had suffered from continuous nightmares before the incident and doubted his mental health. There was something wrong, but because he was shot dead by a patrolman on the night of the murder, no one looked into it further.”

In 1950, a milkman suddenly went crazy and killed several housewives who opened the door to get milk...

“It is said that he was killed by himself with a knife again and again in his dreams.

Coincidentally, during the summer camp massacre in 1975, the administrator also mentioned similar experiences to his family during his lifetime. "

Tina frowned and objected: "But what I encountered was not my own image." "So, why don't you ask...?" The black boy said vaguely and turned his gaze to He picked up the phone on the table. His parents worked in Linxian County all year round, and he and his sister grew up under the same roof. Naturally, he was well aware of the failure of his "special" relationship.

The words woke up the dreamer, Tina struggled for a moment with a complicated expression, and finally dialed the number...

As intermittent small sounds came, her pupils trembled and widened, and the muscles in her hands beat unnaturally, and then suddenly relaxed.

The microphone slipped weakly and hung precariously on the edge of the table leg.

Under her brother's worried eyes, Tina murmured as if sleepwalking:
"Sammy had an almost identical nightmare over there, and the person who killed her
--it's me! "

……

……

In the complicated array carved on the floor, a large group of gray-yellow flames danced and swayed like a bonfire, illuminating the faces of the people.

The two brothers Nick and Will stood at the front of the crowd. Behind them, the county magistrate and the sheriff, were senior lawyers, well-known business owners, TV station editors, and attending physicians in private hospitals... Without exception, everyone He is a powerful man in this county.

But at this time, they only have one identity, members of the Goode family, the oldest family in Sunnyvale County.

These social elites are now dressed in simple robes as dark as night, with pale and ferocious ram's horn bone crowns, and strange symbols drawn with blood on their foreheads, like mysterious priests in the Middle Ages, surrounding the fire, fanatically Singing devoutly, anyone who looks at him looks like a standard cultist.

Contrary to their evil appearance, what they spit out are extremely pure classic words:

"For whoever has, more will be given to him, so that he may be rich; but from whoever does not have, even what he has will be taken away..."

The aphorisms of Matthew's gospel gathered into sound waves, echoing in this claustrophobic space, like a drop of thick ink dropped into clear water. A bit of deep darkness on the ground quickly expanded, changing from a plane to a three-dimensional, violently writhing and rolling, as if A huge pool of boiling sludge.

Will Goode flicked his broad sleeves, pulled out a cubit-foot-long wand made of white phalanges, and tapped it in the air a few times.

Pieces of chest-high sandstone tablets protrude from the wall, covered with dense strings of names. The turns are hard and sharp, as if they were carved by sharp tools.

In the blank space at the bottom, traces of stone powder fell, and where the dark light circulated, two new names gradually took shape.

"A pair of homosexuals who were driven by love and hate finally collapsed under the stimulation of the outside world, leading to a series of tragic events. In order to reduce the negative impact, the police chose to deal with it in a low-key manner... A perfect script, right?"

"Indeed." Nick followed his brother's words tacitly. "This motive for committing the crime is very sufficient. It can also be used to protect the reputation of special groups and persuade higher-level departments to hide the details and reduce the risk of being noticed." He paused and said His eyes swept towards the clansmen.

"There will be no follow-up reports from the TV station..."

"The hospital will keep the status of the dead and injured confidential..."

The members of the Goode family opened their mouths one after another, showing the proud smiles of the superiors.

Access to information is free...but what information you can access is up to me!
Life is priceless...but it is up to me to evaluate the impact your life can have!
The dissemination of information is one of the greatest powers in the world. If you control this, I can make your life nameless and your death nameless!

At this moment, a cell phone vibrated on Nick's waist at an inappropriate time.

"What? They found some information from the Internet and went to the police station to seek help?" The good mood was suddenly interrupted. A trace of anger flashed in Will's eyes, and he cursed a little out of control:
"XXX, the damn Internet age has actually allowed these low-level crawlers to gain some insight. Can't they just die in confusion like the sacrifices in the past?"

(End of this chapter)