After hearing Yan Su's words, Su Qi suppressed her excitement: "Miller has paid so long, and it's not a waste of time. Now we should go to nǎ to find this club?"

Yan Su glanced at her and said, "Not found."

Su Qi was splashed with cold water, but the surface was not revealed, which was actually incomprehensible. After all, Yan Su saw so much information from the video just now, and she felt that there was finally a glimmer of hope, but she was immediately extinguished.

But she also knew that from this video, it can be seen that the club recorded was very secretive, and there was no way to analyze the location. She was so difficult.

But Yan Su added: "The utensils used in the video are very finely made and are not purchased through ordinary channels. You are rich in resources in CIA, so you can find someone to search. However, considering that this video was taken by a kindergarten teacher in the early years, I am afraid that these utensils have been replaced. If you change the supplier, don't have too much hope, but don't give up trying."

After reminding, Su Qi nodded quickly: "Thank you, if I find anything, I'll tell you."

Yan Su didn't answer, Su Qi packed up her things and left.

Zhen Ai held the parrot and sighed softly: "Miss kindergarten teacher is so pitiful, before."

Yan Su refused to comment, but asked, "Didn't you feel uncomfortable?" He was referring to watching the video.

Zhen Ai was stunned and changed into a faint expression: "It's okay."

To be honest, the content in the video just now made her feel a little uncomfortable, but she was not shocked. After all, she knew a pervert, a real pervert since she was a child. He would not really force or rape women, but he would instruct others, and his tricks of bullying women were even better than those in the video. His way of torture had risen from physical body to mental shame and will for a long time.

Zhen Ai remembers that every time he passed by that perverted experimental building, there were vague and harsh screams inside.

She had sneaked to see that there was a slender vertical glass on each locked door. She peeked in through the glass. Behind it was a beautiful Barbie-like room, and behind each door was a different landscape.

Once, Zhen Ai saw Kaguyaki's five-fold silk screen in a room, embroidered with the legendary stone bowl in front of the Buddha, Penglai jade branches, fire rat fur, dragon head pearl jade and swallow Anbei. The style is graceful, ancient and quiet, and there is a bottle of cherry blossom flower arrangement next to the screen.

A girl in a kimono was kneeling on the table, with thick powder on her face. Tea smoke curled up on the table, and her eyes were as empty as a dead person.

At that time, Zhen Ai had just walked past several ancient Roman and Greek-style rooms and saw the scenery of East Asia, and stared at it for a few more seconds.

Someone approached behind him: "Littlec, do you like it?" He blocked the door handle with one hand and pressed the door panel with the other, circling her in a narrow space.

Zhen Ai turned her head and looked at his smiling face close to her, not interested: "b, you are so bored."

He came over and looked inside with her: "Hey? I think it's fun. Otherwise, I'll take you to visit my lab?"

"don't want."

At that time, the Japanese girl in the room noticed it, and her eyes came from behind the masked face with thick white powder, staring straight at Zhen Ai. Her eyes suddenly had focal length, and she rushed over like a wolf, calling: "tasukete."

Zhen Ai understood that she was shouting for help, she was startled, and she hid back with conditioned reflex and hit Bert.

The girl in the room rushed over and saw Bert. She was so frightened that she seemed to have seen the God of Death. She screamed and hid behind the screen and disappeared.

Bert thoughtfully rubbed his chest that was hit by Zhen Ai, with a beautiful light flashing in his eyes, and he lowered his head to approach her pale little face: "Did she scare you? Let's kill her?"

Zhen Ai refused, but a few days later, the dead body of the Japanese girl was lying on the operating table where she was doing the experiment. It was terrible from head to toe. She finally learned what was happening in the building.

She was so angry that she rushed into Bert's bedroom in the middle of the night, tied him to the bed, and whipped her. She even prepared to complain to her mother and then she was punished, but Bert never mentioned this and ended up leaving it alone.

After leaving the organization, Zhen Ai heard all kinds of perverted stories from her agents.

She learned that, in general, many sexual and abusive perverts, treat women like animals, and keep them in dirty cellars. The sanitary conditions are extremely poor, and they eat, drink, defecate and sexual abuse are all inside.

This is different from Bert. He has a strong sense of cleanliness and perfectionism. This personality is a creepy disaster in the abuse. She remembers that every girl's food and clothing were extremely noble in the building of Bert, and in his laboratory, every metal utensil was spotlessly clean, with a calm silver light.

So much so that when Suqi talked about the exquisite cage of the club, Bert actually popped up in Zhen Ai's mind.

She lowered her head and gently touched the parrot's feathers. These questions made her feel very tired. She lived in such an environment since she was a child, without the concept of right and wrong. Before the age of 17, she even thought that Bert was a boy with curious habits, always angered her to tease her but always protect her. But now, everything has changed.

Yan Su saw her meditating alone, looked at isaac and asked, "Do you want to pluck its hair?"

Zhen Ai came back to her senses and was shocked. Did she accidentally pull out the parrot's hair? She quickly picked up Iaac and looked left and right. There was no fluff falling off at all, and then she realized that he was teasing her. She glanced at him and continued to touch Iaac.

Yan Su looked at Isaac lying in Zhen Ai's palm and enjoyed it. He was unhappy and said, "Stop touching it, touching it again will cause hair loss."

"How is that possible?" Zhen Ai pursed.

Yan Su thought about it for a moment and lied against common sense without being honest: "Then your body temperature will burn it to death."

Zhen Ai looked at him in surprise for a few seconds and said, "I'm not a fool. The body temperature of the parrot is higher than that of humans. It's summer now, and if I touch it, it will feel cool."

Only then did Yan Su realize that his little girlfriend was not that easy to deceive. She silent for a half-second and muttered softly: "I hate biologists."

Zhen Ai didn't hear it and continued to think about the problem on her own.

Yan Su was unhappy when she saw that she stopped talking again. She must have thoughts, but what can't be said to him?

He speculated for a while that something was wrong with her since she watched the video. Was she thinking about that question?

Yan Su thought for a while: "ai."

"Um?"

"I don't mean all the sexual behaviors in the world about this rational analysis of piston movement."

"I know." She casually.

He was dissatisfied with her attitude, paused and stated: "ai, I am not sexually cold. Don't worry."

"Ha?" Zhen Ai was confused, and his thinking suddenly jumped into nǎ again.

"Don't worry, I can prove to you that I'm not sexually cold."

Proof? Who wants you to prove it!

Zhen Ai stared at her eyes: "So what?"

He said seriously: "If I had sex with you, I would have no choice but to impart all my personal emotions, and I would enjoy it."

Unswerable

Zhen Ai had no idea what was thinking in his mind, but it didn't prevent her from being so enthusiastic about his words: "What's wrong with you?"

"I don't want my cold attitude towards that video to bother you and make you think I have something, cough, psychological disorder."

His thinking is really...

Zhen Aijiujiu: "Didn't you explain it? In your eyes, what you observe is the details of rationality."

Yan Su was stunned for a second: "Oh, I explained it. But why do you still have any worries?"

Zhen Ai lowered her head, what should she say, saying that she had thought of Bert for no reason. Now, the club's affairs are just Su Qi's unilateral statements, and it will only add to the trouble if it says it.

She was still hesitating, Yan Su's phone rang. He answered it for a while, frowned habitually, asked a few questions, and hung up the phone.

Zhen Ai saw that his face was different: "What's wrong?"

"FBI's bau (behavioral analysis) team received a strange case." The notebook beeped, Yan Su took it and clicked the email. Zhen Ai glanced at it. The sender was spencerrheid, probably the one who called him just now.

An audio file in the attachment was clicked, and a heart-wrenching woman scream immediately filled the entire living room, like the most thrilling horror movie, and Zhen Ai's soles instantly got cold.

One by one, it tear the listener's nerves, and it was so miserable. In the summer afternoon, the indoor temperature suddenly pulled below freezing point.

The screams of different women lasted for more than a minute, and there was even a little girl.

This track is very clean, with no noise except for the woman's screams.

Yan Su frowned and listened, his expression never fluctuated. When he heard the last two seconds, the scream stopped, and a machine voice changed, tender and weird: "s.a., areyoulistening"

s.a.Are you listening?

Zhen Ai sat on the sofa holding herself, stunned. Someone was declaring war on Yansu? But why did he send the recording to bau instead of directly giving Yansu?

Yan Su closed the notebook.

Zhen Ai was puzzled: "Don't listen?"

"I've remembered it." He said lightly, "Four women, the youngest is about 5 years old, and the oldest is about 30 years old. The 30-year-old screams are the longest, followed by 27, 8 years old, and the 5 years old. It is initially inferred that the degree of abuse they are being increased with age."

So much information?

Zhen Ai admired: "What does this mean?"

"I don't know." Someone who was still shining a moment ago suddenly converged, "There is too little information, and it is not conducive to subsequent objective analysis."

Zhen Ai nodded, and felt that these screams always made her familiar, and she couldn't help but ask in a low voice: "Is this related to Su Qi's case?"

"No connection is seen at the moment. In the case mentioned by Suqi, the writer disappeared, but there is no man's voice in it."

"What should I do?"

Yan Su heard Yan and smiled strangely: "He won't just post such an audio."

Zhen Ai understood that there would be a follow-up for what the other party called and sent to Yan Su. Unfortunately, he had no idea and had to wait.

She thought that Yan Su would be very anxious during the waiting time. But unexpectedly, like a person who was fine, he took Zhen Ai to attend the local summer rock concert that night as agreed in advance. Zhen Ai was quite strange, and he thought that his interests were very wide, and he could appreciate all the classical and popular people.

At the entrance of the park, he also bought a lot of colorful glow sticks.

Zhen Ai looked at the handful of colors in his hand and said, "It's good to have the same kind of color, there's no need to buy that much."

Yan Su ignored it, picked up the glow sticks one by one, fiddled with it, like a roadside artist tying a balloon, and made a big-mouthed fluorescent duck in a few seconds and handed it to her: "Do you like it?"

Zhen Ai Na, how did this come about? She didn't know that Yan Su has the attribute of being smart and skillful.

Yan Su looked at her with bright eyes. Seeing that she didn't speak for a long time, she thought she didn't like it. Dong Dong Dong took off the duck. Her fingers moved a few times and pierced a big-eared puppy with glittering eyes: "Where is this?"

Before Zhen Ai could react, Yan Su removed it again. In a few minutes, the glow stick changed in his hands, such as the little snake, rabbit, and bird Zhen Ai was dazzled.

At the end, the light in Yan Su's eyes dimmed a little bit, and he maliciously connected dozens of glow sticks to the end, connected them into an extremely long pole, stuffed them into her hand: "This is the last one. I didn't expect you to be so uncreative and like fishing rods!"

He whispered unwillingly, "I have learned more than a dozen styles, but you don't like any of them."
To be continued...