Chapter 152 Harry, have you ever killed someone?

Forensics Department.

Holz took Dean and Harry to the underground morgue.

Mike Smith's body had been dismembered into parts that only connect to flesh, just like a pig and sheep that had been stolen and was ready to hang it in a kiln.

Holz looked perverted, wearing gloves, lifted Mike Smith's head and pointed to the back of his neck: "Mac Smith is very cunning and covered this area with scars. If it weren't for your reminder from Dean, I wouldn't have found this tattoo."

I saw a human-shaped tattoo of a thorny cross on the back of Mike Smith’s neck, which was originally a scar, emerged on the area!

Tattoos are not clean!

No matter it is a laser or a scar, it cannot cover up the stained cells under the epidermis.

Unless you cut off this piece of flesh directly!

Mike Smith obviously didn't do that.

After hearing Harry's revelation reminder, Holds directly burned the scar on Mike Smith's neck with a musket, then uncovered the layer on the surface like a paper, revealing the tattoo below again.

Dean glanced at the tattoo that was the same as Ona's neck and looked at Holz with a smile: "Man, depending on the situation, you've found the source of this tattoo."

Holz nodded: "This is a symbol of an ancient European organization. It once flourished in the Middle Ages of religion, and had a period of prosperity and had many fans (dǔn), but with the prosperity of material things, the organization declined."

Said.

He took off his gloves, took Dean and the others to the computer, entered a long and complicated password, and opened a website and entered: Source of Pain.

A new page pops up.

What caught the three of them’s eyes was the ‘thorny human shape on the cross’ sign.

There is not much information on this, but the core is one:

All human beings are angels with sins, and are punished to suffer in the world until they are washed away and their sinful bodies are removed, so that they can return to the church and enjoy the Pure Land.

Therefore, human nature is inherently evil, which is the cognition of this organization, and being abused is to purify one's own sins, which is the core of this organization.

Let's talk about it now.

This kind of organization is a simple cult.

But in the Middle Ages when material scarcity, this statement could attract a large number of poor people who were full of spirit but had nowhere to rest.

They need a reason and belief to numb themselves and accept the confusion and pain of their current miserable status quo but unable to change.

This is actually the same as brainwashing of A San’s caste religion.

People divide classes by caste.

You are powerless to change, but if you accept that nonsense, you can deceive yourself and enjoy being exploited with peace of mind, and even bring comfort: in the next life, I can also become a high caste and exploit others.

That's probably what it means.

"No wonder Mike Smith has so many old injuries. It turns out that he wants to wash away his sins." Harry suddenly realized, and at the same time he was a little unbelievable: "But he is obviously a highly educated psychology expert, even professors from many prestigious universities. How could such a person believe such a foolish statement?"

Dean shook his head: "I guess this comes from Mike Smith's unfortunate childhood. The child's perception depends on the people around him. When he grew up, he denied his beliefs, so he ruined his tattoos. However, the habits brought by childhood are not so easy to eliminate."

Ona also has a tattoo on her neck.

But from Dean's contact, she had nothing unusual except for her bold personality.

Considering Ona and Mike Smith are distant relatives.

Dean speculated that Mike Smith's family was a member of the organization and believers of the "source of pain" a long time ago. As the times evolved, the family members were scattered.

Some members still follow the old traditions.

Some members only regard tattoos as a memory, but have abandoned the concept that "pain is to purify sins of the body."

Holdz looked at Harry with contempt: "Man, you must understand one truth: knowledge is knowledge, concept is concept. Have you heard of medical professors and drink their own urine every day. Do you think this is good for your body?"

"There is such a disgusting professor?" Harry's eyes widened.

Holds shrugged:

"He is still normal. I even knew a biologist before, insisting on interfamily interbreeding, believing that pure-blooded offspring born in this way is the best quality.

Reality is magical.

If you confuse knowledge, authority and concepts, you may one day be cheated by the so-called experts and professors."

Dean interrupted the two of them chatting, took out his cell phone, and called Daisy: "Daisy, do you have any clues about the information I asked you to check?"

"Time is too tight!" From the other end of the phone, Daisy's rapid typing on the keyboard and an impatient roar came: "FK, Dean, I'm really poisoned by you. I actually listen to you like this."

"Don't say that, Daisy, I originally heard that there is a 'hot pot' restaurant in Chinatown, which is very delicious and I'm going to take you to try it."

These words were like cold water, instantly extinguishing Daisy's irritability and resentment.

Her voice regained its tenderness:

“Well, I’m looking forward to the kind of food called ‘hot pot’.

In addition, through Mike Smith's fund account, I found that he had frequent money exchanges with a private clinic called XX. If you go there and take a look, you might get some rewards."

"Thank you, Daisy, if there is any new news, please notify me as soon as possible."

"I know, Inspector Dean!"

Hang up the phone.

Harry said immediately: "Dean, I know that private clinic is a very famous underground clinic in Los Angeles. It often helps some gang members to deal with gunshot wounds and other difficult injuries. In addition to the low price, it has a good reputation in the underground world!"

"Very good, you drive and lead the way!"

The two bid farewell to Holds and left again.

at this time.

Mike Smith's Villa.

Ona was patiently feeding the little wheat food.

Little Mike was still focused on the big-headed book in his hand, but compared to before, he now opened his mouth rhythmically and waited for Ona to feed him.

After eating.

Ona was ready to go downstairs as usual.

Sudden.

A familiar and unfamiliar voice called her: "Ona..."

Ona's eyes were filled with surprise, and she turned around and looked at Little Mike excitedly: "Little Mike, you haven't talked to me for a long time!"

Little Mike didn't look back and his tone was indifferent: "Some meaningless communication is tantamount to wasting my precious life. Are the people coming to the police station today?"

Ona looked at Xiaomake in surprise and nodded hesitantly: "Yes, there is a little thing, they."

"Mike Smith is dead?"

Smack ~

The dining plate on Ona's hand fell to the ground.

She stared at Xiaomake stupidly, only to feel that the familiar face in front of her was extremely unfamiliar at this moment.

Stay stunned for a long time.

Ona licked her lips before she was surprised and said, "Little Mike, aren't you really autistic?"

Little Mike then raised his head, and a strange smile appeared on his pretty little face: "I just think communicating with you stupid creatures is a waste of my own life."

As he said that, he rubbed his face and sighed slightly: "When Mike Smith was buried, please give me a white chrysanthemum. Although he was ignorant and perverted, he killed my dog, I also helped him purify his sins. I hope he would be happy when he went to heaven."

After saying that.

He lowered his head and read the book seriously again.

a long time.

Ona just came back to her senses.

She looked at the thin and pale little wheat, and then looked at the falling plate on the ground, almost thinking that she had hallucinations just now.

But the dining plate under her feet clearly told her.

The twelve-year-old Little Mike really told himself that it was Mike Smith he killed, which is his father!

But how did he do it?

Ona can guarantee it!

Xiao Maike has been under his care and has never left this villa, nor has he even gone down the first floor, nor has he contacted anyone from outside!

How did he do it?

Ona picked up the dining plate in a daze, went to the villa hall, then found the business card left by Dean, picked up the landline, and wanted to make a call, but she seemed to have thought of something and put it down again.

Repeatedly hesitated several times.

She sighed and did not call the phone after all.
To be continued...