The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 3024 Mercury Notes ()

Chapter 3024 Mercury Record ()

Jenna suddenly woke up, took a deep breath, and felt like she was being pulled out from under the ice.

Then she noticed Bruce looking at her like he had seen a ghost.

"What's wrong? Professor Wayne? Are you okay?" Jenna wiped the sweat from her forehead with the base of her hand, then said, "Sorry, I may have had some wild thoughts. I just said them out loud as I suddenly thought of them. Maybe I should be more rigorous?"

Bruce pursed his lips again and again, then said, "Can you tell me how you figured this out?"

"I could just sense that he was in pain."

"deceased?"

"murderer."

Jenna looked at the photo with pity, but what she was looking at was not Nygma who was divided into many pieces, but she seemed to see another soul through the corpse.

"He was in a sudden disaster and his soul was almost destroyed, which made him extremely painful."

Jenna's eyes fell on the second photo, which was a bird's-eye view of an oil drum, and the person in the drum had been roasted.

"He was telling everyone that he had been turned into something else, just like the man in the barrel, who had been turned from a human into food. This was exactly what happened to him, who was turned into fish on the chopping board by another, more powerful being."

"But he didn't give up... No, at that time he had no choice but to give up. Maybe someone saved him and put him in a safe house. It was... very small, but it made him feel very safe, just like this oil barrel."

"He underwent a transformation there. He was reborn. The thing that was reassembled was no longer him. It was another... something stronger. He believed that even God could not shake him. Or did he want to shake God?"

"If I could see the scene, maybe I could feel more, but with only photos, I can't be sure what he was going to do. I can only say it seemed like that."

“And this…” Jenna reached out and took the third photo. She tilted her head, stared at the photo and said, “This is a protest. He is provoking something… The sky? He wants his power to be directed towards the sky?”

"I guess he might be declaring war on the god who tore him apart before. This is a... declaration of war totem, a bit like giving that god a middle finger. Sorry, this may be a bit rude, but it is true."

Bruce stared at Jenna for a long time, until Jenna was a little scared by his stare, Bruce said: "I'm asking you why, how, what..."

"I can't explain it," Jenna said. "It's just a feeling. Is this case solved? Did I just happen to get it right?"

"I know this is your feeling. What did you observe to get this feeling?"

“Photos.”

"What part of the photo?"

“An overall atmosphere.” Jenna looked at the photo again and said, “The overall mood of the picture.”

"Atmosphere? What constitutes atmosphere?"

“All of it,” Jenner said, circling the photo with her hand. “It goes through my eyes into my mind and is transformed into a vibe that I can feel.”

"Everything..." Bruce seemed to be choked.

He quickly walked to Jenna's side, picked up a photo, put it in front of Jenna and said, "Now that you have a basic understanding of criminal investigation, can you tell how this person's wound was caused?"

"What wound? Killed him or divided him?"

"You think it's not the same thing?"

"No."

"How do you know that?"

"He won't use the same thing," Jenna said, crossing her arms. "He won't use the thing that killed him to divide him."

"why?"

"Because he needs to interpret his division. If he uses the same thing, wouldn't it be unified? So of course it's not the same."

"Why don't you look at the wound marks?"

"I can't understand it," Jenna said very bluntly. "There's too much blood. I can't see anything."

Bruce had no choice but to light up the holographic screen and zoom in on the high-definition photo. Jenna stared at the cross-section of the wound, looked left and right, then shook her head and said, "I see bones, muscles, and blood."

"What do they combine to form?"

"A bloody picture."

Bruce slapped his forehead hard and said, "From the path of the blood flow, we can see that this muscle has been cut repeatedly, which means that the tool used to dismember the body was not sharp enough. This is inconsistent with the scar on the neck of the corpse, which proves that the murderer used two weapons."

"Then wasn't I right?"

"You...but you have to provide evidence." Bruce emphasized to her: "You have to draw conclusions through analysis, not blind guesses."

"Okay, I'll try again."

Bruce zoomed in on the second photo.

"How do you think he got him in the oil drum?"

"He took the oil barrel apart," Jenna said. "He first flattened the sides into iron sheets, then bent the iron sheets to wrap around him, and finally installed the bottom and lid of the oil barrel to restore it to the shape of an oil barrel."

"How did you get it?"

"He wanted to hug him. This corpse represented a moment he had experienced before, when someone was hugging him like this piece of iron, squeezing him inwards and putting him in a safe space. So he used the oil drum and the corpse to recreate this process, and his answer was complete."

Bruce opened his mouth, zoomed in on a spot in the photo with the remote control, and pointed at it and said, "This has been pressed twice. Repeated pressing of metal causes discoloration, so it proves that the oil barrel was violently disassembled and restored to its previous shape."

"Yes, that's it." Jenna blinked her big eyes and nodded.

Bruce covered his forehead and closed his eyes. After opening his eyes, he said, "Okay, let's do this one last time."

This time it’s the third photo.

"Where do you think this stake came from?"

"It's wood, but it's not a tree. I mean, he didn't cut down a tree because he felt he was unworthy. He felt contempt for the thing he was provoking and felt it was not worthy of the extra work he put in."

"So he went to find a... wooden fence? I guess one of those tall fences you see on farms. It must have been the tallest one around where he was collecting the material, because the middle finger is longer than all the others."

Bruce enlarged the photo again and saw a series of numbers burned on the base of the fence. Bruce said, "This is a fence from a dairy farm. From the wood, we can tell that it was made by a cheap wood product manufacturer. Such things usually do not provide installation services, so customers need to assemble them according to the numbers. Judging from the numbers, this should indeed be the tallest fence."

Jenna nodded and said, "It seems that I am lucky and I guessed it right again."

"But you can't always guess like this, you have to learn to observe and then infer."

"This is difficult," Jenna said. "I don't know enough about the earth. For example, I can't tell what kind of wood this piece of wood is made of, so naturally I can't draw the following conclusions."

“This can all be solved through learning.”

"I'll try my best." Jenna smiled at Bruce and said.

"Okay, so would you be willing to profile the murderer?"

"Male, in his early 20s, mentally ill, relatively thin, with convulsions, but mentally recovered. If the case has not been solved, you can look for patients who have recently been discharged from a nearby mental hospital. Those who fit the above description should be the murderer."

"Tell me how you came to that conclusion."

"He is a man, because only men would use vertical images as totems. This is a form of fertility worship."

"You can't tell the difference between wood, but you know fertility worship."

"I read in that book on criminal investigation that many serial killers have genitalia..."

"Wait a minute, go open the door first... Forget it, let's not talk about this topic anymore, just continue your conversation."

"He is very young. Perhaps he has heard about the city's street culture from someone and is very curious about it. Homeless people and street kids often gather around oil barrels to warm themselves, so oil barrels have become a symbol of street culture. His choice of oil barrels instead of other things proves that he has a young mentality."

"Is this also what you read in the criminal investigation book?"

"No, it's because I'm also interested in street culture." Jenna crossed her arms and made a hip-hop gesture and said, "I like spray painting. I plan to learn it."

"Go on."

"This whole case was a celebration, he was feeling very happy, so his hands were shaking and limb twitching was normal."

"And how do you know he's recovered?"

"I said he was celebrating." Jenna said helplessly, "This is his farewell, bidding farewell to the pain of the past, looking forward to his new life, and expressing his provocation to his enemies."

"so what?"

"So he's already a normal person!" Jenna raised her voice and said, "Not everyone has the ability to celebrate. From what I've observed, at least half of the human race doesn't know what celebration is. He can do this, even better than many normal people."

"Are you so sure?"

"When was the last time you truly celebrated, Professor?"

Bruce was silent, then he shook his head and said, "Probably one of my kids' birthday."

"You're happy for him, but are you happy for yourself?"

“Why should I be happy for myself?”

"Because you raised him and made him grow up so well, you should really love yourself for being so responsible and capable of educating others, and celebrate it, right?"

Bruce stared at her in silence for a moment and said, "It's hard for humans to love themselves so much."

"But you can definitely do it. That's how you got out of the quagmire." Jenna looked him in the eyes and said, "You're not born with this ability, but you learned it."

Bruce narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "What else can you see?"

"It's not polite to snoop on people like that, but if you want to know, I can try to explain."

Jenna looked Bruce in the eye before he could reply and said, "Loss plays a very important role in your life, but it is not the theme of your life, because through loss you gain more, including what I said, knowing how to love yourself, and then letting others love you by loving yourself."

"Since this is a difficult ability for others to acquire, people who possess it are always envied and curious. You show this side of yourself without any scruples, which makes those who can't do it become very interested in you. That's how you attract their attention."

"They'll think you've always been like this, but like I said, it's not something you're born with, it's something you learn..."

"No, not home study, that's too early, social education? No, it's not strong enough, it can't shake you... alone?"

Jenna frowned and said, "A powerful enemy, but also a mentor and friend... No, not so peaceful, you met a tyrant... nor so cold and ruthless."

"I think it should be something in between the two, which is both authority and a source of security for you."

"He hugged you, just like a murderer hugging his victim with the iron of an oil drum. I think you should understand this..."

Jenna suddenly stopped and looked at Bruce with wide eyes, her eyes full of fear.

(End of this chapter)