Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime - Chapter 971

Chapter 971: Chapter 971 Occupational Disease_1 Chapter 971: Chapter 971 Occupational Disease_1 The catfish dismemberment case was a case from a year ago.

A fisherman accidentally caught a large catfish and then found human body fragments in its stomach. The forensic doctor discovered that portions of the body were cut neatly, indicating that someone had chopped the body into pieces to feed it. Fortunately, it was discovered early, otherwise, once the catfish digested the body, there would have been absolutely no trace left.

The body couldn’t be identified, and even if DNA could be tested, there was no way to make a comparison, because only a subset of people with criminal records were included in the national DNA database.

So, from the clues available at present, this case was essentially impossible to solve.

After listening to this, Jane McCain felt a chill run down her spine, and as the sky gradually darkened, a sense of horror began to grow within her.

Actually, her courage was relatively strong; she could handle ghost stories and horror movies with ease.

Perhaps subconsciously, she knew those things were fake, so she could distinguish well between fiction and reality, but Aria Jackson was talking about something that had truly happened, which made Jane’s scalp tingle.

It was with difficulty that she finally finished listening, and then another round began. This time the one with the lowest roll turned out to be Allen Rivera, and it seemed that he too was preparing to share a case from work!

Jane now felt apprehensive, nervously saying, “Just don’t mention catfish again, please!”

Allen Rivera was surprised for a moment, then smiled, “I won’t talk about catfish, how about the Black Rose instead?”

Purple Summers blurted out, “The Black Rose serial killings?”

Allen Rivera nodded slightly, “Yes, that case has been unsolved for three years, and the killer hasn’t been found.”

Purple Summers knew of this case.

When she was a prosecutor, she had assisted in the investigation of this case. The suspect was very cunning, leaving behind no valuable clues, causing the case to be shelved year after year, passed from one prosecutor to another, and now it was in Allen Rivera’s hands.

“The victims were all young females, murdered by having their throats slit in bathtubs, with the killer letting them soak in bloody water, and then placing a bunch of black roses on their chests,” Allen Rivera said. “So far, there have been four victims.”

“The killer is a typical narcissistic personality,” Purple said, the smile fading from her eyes. “He considers murder a form of enjoyment, a means of entertainment. Not only does he meticulously prepare each step, but he also lingers for a long time after the murder, cleaning all fingerprints and footprints, leaving no traces of his personal life. It is evident that the killer is meticulous, calm, and strives for perfection.”

Allen Rivera was somewhat surprised; he hadn’t expected Purple Summers to know so much about the case, but considering the media coverage had been overwhelming at the time and the police files had been dug up by reporters, it wasn’t surprising that Purple knew some insider information.

Aria Jackson interjected, “Each victim was a girl with favorable conditions, coming from wealthy families, young and beautiful. Before their deaths, they all had maintained an intimate relationship with the killer for a period of time, so this murderer must be quite charming, to say the least not ugly.”

“I agree with Aria Jackson,” Purple Summers said. “The murderer must be a man with high intelligence and emotional quotient, well-dressed, well-spoken, attentive, and likely to exhibit perfectionism or mild obsessive-compulsive tendencies in his daily life.”

“He places roses on the bodies, probably a romantic gentleman,” Allen Rivera added.

“True, and also someone with certain financial resources, maybe working in a high-paying job or having inherited a substantial fortune.”

Unnoticed, the storytelling session had turned into a case discussion.

“Did you notice something?” Purple Summers raised a doubt, “The killer had frequent contact with the victims, yet no witness has ever seen him. Even the surveillance cameras only captured his silhouette wearing a peaked cap. The killer has a strong counter-surveillance awareness; is it possible he’s involved in police work?”

“It’s not out of the question,” Allen Rivera said. “It’s also possible he has family or friends in criminal investigation.”

Purple Summers wanted to say more, but Alexander Summers touched her head and sighed softly, “Purple…”

Purple Summers was stunned for a moment, then realized what he meant and turned to look at Zara Jameson, Jane McCain, and Gerald Graves. Their expressions were complicated.