
In the NYPD, the Zero Major Crimes Unit...
"The Death Investigator tried to kill him!"
“Isn't it good to kill him? This guy's a bastard. Even if he came out alive, he would be put to death!”
“If this popsicle is melted by his hand, Garcia's hand will turn into bones.”
“What I think about now is, can this thick popsicle really melt in three minutes?”
Right now, Ross was holding a pen in his hand. He closed his eyes slightly and continued to repeat every sentence of the Death Inquisitor.
“All seemingly complicated things have a certain logic, and there is only one logical logic, and that is the truth.”
Having said this, Ross analyzed further. “If my deduction is correct, if that popsicle is pure water, then it will not melt with just two hands within three minutes. However, the popsicles were not frozen by pure water. It should be mixed with salt water. You might not have noticed Garcia's expression just now. Just now, in addition to the fear and pain, she also showed a bit of shock as she discovered that the popsicle was pure saltwater!”
"Oh my God, iI was covered with iron powder, and now the wound is sprinkled with a little salt. This judge of death is truly cruel!” After listening to Ross' analysis, Willie felt a pain in his hand. He couldn't imagine it.
"You're wrong. Although it will be more painful this way, you forget one thing. The freezing point of salt water is lower than pure water. In winter, when the roads freeze, we will sprinkle salt to melt the ice and snow. Therefore, although painful, salt water can also accelerate the melting speed of popsicles. In addition, blood can also speed up the thawing of loli ice to a certain extent. Although painful, there is also hope for survival. Therefore, even though the Death Inquisitor tortured her, she was also given a way to survive.”
After Ross said that, everyone understood this and nodded at the same time.
“I really don't know how the brains of the Death Inquisitor grew! It's too smart!”
“Why is his thinking strategy always so strange?”
Ross said calmly, “In his words, he is just a relatively smart pervert. There is always a logical logic behind complex things. As long as we find this logic, we can explain everything designed by Death Inquisitor.”
Monica looked at Ross in awe and said, "I didn't expect you to learn so quickly."
Hearing that compliment, Ross was a little embarrassed. He scratched his head and said, "Under the IQ pressure of the Death Inquisitor, after such a long time, you will have no choice but to improve to follow."
Right now, Judy asks, "Oh, are you two in a relationship?"
"Go! Did you find Garcia? Ross immediately changed the topic.
"I'll be done soon."
Shua!
Garcia's check-in information appears on the computer screen. The hotel he stayed at was in Concord.
“City of Harmony! He went to Concord City, New Hampshire!”
“No error about the address. He's in Concord City. I also hacked Garcia's email and found this.”
PA!
Judy taps the enter button with her finger, and a black card with red words appears on the screen:
Death Notification.
"Yes sir!"
“Also, Willie, call the local police in Concord City immediately and the hotel's in charge. Set up rescue immediately!”
"It's too late. There's still one more minute. He can only save himself,” Monica said as she stared at the screen.
How could Ross not know? But he has to try. He glanced at Willie and said, "Call."
"Yes sir!"
He knew it was useless, but he still had to do it. Although free, Monica appreciates Ross' unyielding attitude.
“Do you think this live broadcast is a little strange?”
“There are many strange things. Did you find anything?" Ross asked.
“Concord City is more than 200 miles from us. From the current clues, we can find out that the Death Inquisitor was able to do so before he left New York, but why did he choose this method?”
“You mean, this live broadcast is a test?”
“Yes, it's a test. He was testing his ability to move, so there were no complicated props. Moreover, the live broadcast room had changed from a sealed secret room into a random place, where the torturers rested. So I think this is a test, a simple transition game. I suspect that the next live broadcast location is Los Angeles, California.”
“Hand gut digger?!”
The two exchanged looks and came to an agreement.
Right now, in the live broadcast room, Garcia's hand had already been badly mutilated. Pieces of minced meat slid off the popsicle with blood, falling to the floor. The melted salt water continued to wash away his wound, bringing with it tremendous pain.
“F *ck! Fuck you!” Garcia roared in his heart. It was too painful, too excruciating. It was so painful that his bones hurt. The bones are visible.
“Ah ah ah ah! Why me? Who can save me?” Garcia pleaded in his heart. His hands could not stop trembling. At this moment, he was extremely desperate and extremely frightened.
Beep Beep Beep!
The voice of the timer suddenly became urgent. In an instant, Garcia's heart suddenly contracted. Looking at the time, there were still thirty seconds left.
"Fuck! Damn bastard, I don't want to die, I don't want to die! Ah ah ah!” Garcia shouted in his heart. Looking at the half-melted ice candle, he suddenly went crazy. His two hands suddenly became like machines, madly rubbing against the ice candles.
The sound of bones rubbing against iron flakes made people's hair stand up. However, the bones are hard. Due to the presence of iron flakes, the smelting speed becomes faster.
Soon, the popsicles had melted. He is 70% finished. The middle part becomes very thin. Looking at the scene, Garcia immediately used his blood-soaked bones to grab it.
The crack!
The popsicle broke, and the key was already in Garcia's hands.
“I succeeded, I succeeded! I did!" Garcia was a little surprised, but when he saw the countdown, the shock instantly turned into fear.
“Six, five, four..”