The bedroom on the second floor of the villa.
Paul Blake's ex-wife, Ao Na, is a young Caucasian woman dressed in very revealing attire.
As Luo An and Reesi ascended the stairs, she was quietly talking to her daughter while smoking a lady's cigarette.
"Hello, Lady Ao Na."
Luo An and Reesi showed their gold FBI badges to indicate their identities, then began to inquire about the relevant information.
"I never expected anything like this to happen."
Ao Na opened her mouth to exhale a puff of smoke, crossed her legs and held her daughter, saying:
"My daughter has been through so much recently. First, my adultery and divorce, and now her father's death. It's all been too much for her."
Because Ao Na was dressed so lightly, when she crossed her legs, Reesi could even see her panties.
Furthermore, since Ao Na was also good-looking, Reesi found it hard to control where his eyes wandered as he took out his notebook to record her words.
Firmly slapping Reesi's arm, Luo An felt sowhat speechless. It was his first ti seeing a woman talk about her own adultery with such confidence.
But this was the federal governnt; how Ao Na conducted her personal life was her own business. After a brief conversation with her, Luo An turned his attention to the girl in her arms, Keli.
"I was asleep at the ti."
Keli's emotions clearly hadn't recovered, and she didn't know how to answer Luo An's questions. She kept repeating the events of the night:
"Uncle Kelton pulled from the bed and told to hide underneath. And then under the bed, I saw Uncle Kelton fighting with a knife-wielding black man.
I seem to rember that man; he was one of the construction workers on this house. My father once argued with him because he had taken photos of that man eating and selling leaves while working here, when my dad was out at work.
After Uncle Kelton fell, the black man took off his pants, swung the knife a few tis, and then left.
When there was no more noise in the room, I crawled out from under the bed and called the police."
Keli said that when she called the police, she used a few specific words her father had taught her:
"Girl, Caucasian, 10 years old, living in an upscale affluent neighborhood, soone is trying to kill her, requesting help."
Sure enough, the NYPD arrived at the villa within three minutes.
"..."x2
Keli's last comnts had quite a few pitfalls; Reesi opened his mouth, unsure what to say.
Also, Keli ntioned the perpetrator was a black man, but a black serial killer... that's really rare.
Luo An beside her rubbed his temples. Whether the killer was actually black or not, he couldn't be sure at this point. Keli's statent was sowhat inconsistent, and the lights weren't on at the cri scene.
However, Luo An noticed another key point in Keli's statent:
"Keli, you ntioned earlier that your father, while at work, sohow took photos of the worker being unruly in your ho?"
The security system wasn't fully installed yet, and the caras weren't set up. Where did Paul Blake get those photos from?
Keli looked up, her face full of confusion, so Luo An had no choice but to turn his gaze to Ao Na standing aside.
"Paul liked to install hidden caras around the house."
Ao Na let out another puff of smoke, saying coldly:
"He was a control freak; he just loved that feeling of monitoring others all the ti."
Ao Na admitted she was wrong to have an affair, but was Paul Blake without fault?
"OK, OK."
Upon hearing Ao Na's words, Luo An's eyes brightened. Disregarding the emotional conflict between the two, he promptly stood up and asked:
"Where did Paul usually install these hidden caras?"
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Investigation Team 5, office area.
On Mona's computer, a sowhat dark surveillance video was playing.
"This is footage from the hidden cara on the clock in Paul Blake's living room!"
Luo An clapped his hands to signal all the agents to gather and watch.
The tistamp on the surveillance footage showed 12:46 am last night, when a person wearing all black, with a hooded sweatshirt, slowly entered through the backdoor of Paul Blake's mansion.
Afterward, the killer did not appear on cara because both victims were stabbed upstairs.
Monts later, the assassin descended the staircase, quickly took the sa route back, and swiftly fled the scene, carrying a bloody dagger in hand.
"It looks like this is the killer we've been looking for, and he took the murder weapon with him."
Luo An nodded in satisfaction, then asked:
"So, is facial recognition possible?"
"No."
Mona shook her head, tapped the keyboard a few tis to enlarge the image in the video, and only then did the agents realize that the killer wore a black mask and, due to the blurry video, it was impossible to make out any details.
"Alright."
Luo An stood up straight, hands on his hips, and continued:
"So, does anyone else have any good news to tell ?"
"The forensic departnt has released their report."
Beside him, Reesi raised a folder in his hand:
"According to the autopsy report, the knife wounds on the three victims are identical, and the killer's modus operandi is the sa, so we can confirm that the murders were committed by the sa individual."
"So now we can be a hundred percent certain that this is indeed a serial killing, but that's hardly good news."
Luo An took a sip of coffee from the table, turned to William and the other technical agents:
"What about you? Any good news?"
"Of course!"
William chuckled and picked up so papers from the table, saying:
"Following your request, we dug deeper into the circumstances of the three individuals with Mona and found they had all made several phone calls to the sa person recently.
According to our investigation, this phone number belongs to Magdalena, a 57-year-old woman who specifically provides upscale prostitute services to wealthy n."
Taking the paper handed over by William, they saw Magdalena's photo, and though she was 57 years old, she still retained her charm and had an impressive figure.
Beneath the photo was Magdalena's life motto, one of which read, "A woman's body is her asset; since it's an asset, it must be well-maintained and must fetch a good price."
Moreover, Magdalena had contempt for the won on the streets and back alleys, considering them lacking in financial sense, expressing that since it's all about spreading their legs, why not elevate themselves to earn more money.
"..."
Luo An scratched his head, not sure what to make of Magdalena's remarks.
But considering this is the Federation, where the air of freedom is everywhere, Magdalena's thoughts aren't too surprising.
Shaking the papers in his hand, Luo An continued to ask:
"So, are you suggesting that the killer might be related to one of the won working for Magdalena?"
Mona shrugged:
"We can't find specific information on the won working for Magdalena.
However, it's said that most of Magdalena's won work part-ti, they all have their own lives during the day, all have boyfriends.
Suppose one of these boyfriends discovers his girlfriend's other side, and then these three victims, if they've all been serviced by that woman..."
"Jealousy and rage are enough to completely ignite a man."
Luo An nodded, just about to have soone bring in Magdalena for questioning, when suddenly Augustus, with a grim face, pushed open the door of Investigation Team Five's office and ca in:
"Everyone, NYPD just found a new victim."
"What?"
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