I, a Saiyan, cultivate immortality in the world of Nine Uncles

"Prado said that the man wearing the mask came again, and this time he even confessed to him a big secret. I asked Prado what the secret was, but Prado insisted on the priest's ethics and kept silent, just nagging repeatedly, saying that he was in pain."

Jiang Yeming frowned and asked aloud, "Can confessions in your church be anonymous and wear masks?"

This time, Inspector Fam replied: "The Jacobins are strict with themselves, but they are kind to outsiders who are not believers but show signs of conversion. They allow those people to come to the church to pray anonymously, which is why the Jacobins have developed rapidly in recent years."

That's right, Jiang Yeming vaguely understood.

The religious confession in this world is conducted by the priest and the confessor alone. The confessor pours out the sins in his heart to the priest, and the priest must promise not to reveal those secrets.

In this way, the believers have vented their guilt and recovered their mental state. Although the pastor has assumed the role of a spiritual trash can, he uses this behavior to spread the faith.

Jiang Yeming quickly took out the paper full of words and added one.

[Portrait of the Murderer 3: Not a psychopath, he can vent the pressure in his heart through confession, and despise the gods. 】

After writing this article, a picture appeared in Jiang Yeming's mind.

On that night seven years ago, Pastor Prado ran in the heavy rain, seemingly escaping from something.

He ran to the backyard of the church, where there was no escape, and the murderer followed.

In desperation, Pastor Prado knelt on the grass and prayed to the angel on the spire of the church, but the murderer behind him raised a wooden cross.

No, Jiang Yeming shook his head, it was impossible for the deceased to endure the pain without struggling in that state.

Another screen appears.

In the same rainy night, a murderer wearing a black windbreaker and a mask appeared, carrying the body of Priest Prado on his shoulders.

The man in black carried the corpse slowly in the heavy rain, and finally came to the grass in the backyard of the church.

He should be very relaxed, perhaps humming a little tune, and put the already stiff and cold Prado into kneeling and praying.

Then he turned to the back of the corpse, held up the wooden cross and inserted it into the vest of the corpse.

That's right, the dead body has no struggle.

This is not over yet, the murderer took out the surgical tools, skillfully removed the eyeballs of the deceased, and out of professional habits, he also sutured the corners of the eyes.

The scene stopped abruptly, and Jiang Yeming had a preliminary understanding of this serial murderer in his heart.

After overlapping and summarizing the previous portraits of the murderer, it should look like this:
This man, probably a doctor or a medical student, nine years ago, when he had the first thought of killing, he found the victim collecting leeches by a small river outside the city.

He attacked the deceased with pebbles by the river. Although it was the first time he committed the crime, he performed a cecum removal operation on the deceased very calmly and stitched up the wound.

Maybe he had no motive for killing the first time at all, but just wanted to find a corpse to complete the cecum operation.

After that, the madness in this man's heart broke out. In the second year, he attacked a prostitute in a dark alley where prostitutes frequented in the city. Perhaps due to the complicated surrounding environment, he only took off one right ear as a trophy.

In the third year, another peashooter was killed, but the dying peashooter grabbed a button.

Then, because of Peashooter's mistake, the police began to manhunt him, and he was silent for more than a year.

Perhaps, for more than a year, he thought about stopping, but the madness in his heart was still uncontrollable.

Ultimately, he chose to confess to a Jacobin priest, the only sect that accepts anonymous confessionals from non-believers.

On that day, wearing a mask, he finally couldn't help pouring out the secrets in his heart, and completely released the demons in his heart.

Poor Pastor Prado, who upholds the professional ethics of pastors, missed the only opportunity to reveal the identity of the murderer.

And the restart of killing this time also means the real formation of a serial killer.

He is more mature and calmer, and he has learned to use the rainy night environment to destroy the crime scene.

He is also crazier. In this era without any beliefs, he is a complete alien. His inner hysteria makes him even despise gods.

Jiang Yeming stopped thinking, took out the file in Inspector Fam's briefcase and looked through it.

As he guessed, after Pastor Prado, the frequency of cases increased significantly.

In the following four years, there have been thirteen serial murders, almost three per year.

And as the number of cases increased, his courage became more and more bold. The recent two cases actually appeared in high-end living areas, which caused panic in the whole city.

After the investigation of the Jacobin Saint Zan Church, Jiang Yeming realized how cunning and sophisticated the murderer was. He didn't have much hope of collecting the information from eight or nine years ago to find the murderer.

After a busy day of police detectives, a stack of documents was placed on Inspector Farm's desk.

Inspector Fam handed Jiang Yeming a cup of coffee, and said courteously, "You have breakfast, and I'll tell you about the situation."

"Yeah." Jiang Yeming, who was eating a sandwich for breakfast, took a sip of coffee and responded vaguely.

Detective Inspector Fam said solemnly: "Through the unremitting efforts of the detectives, we have completed the data collection. Eight years ago, there were 20 medical staff and medical students in their 875s. After checking the files at that time, we used beards to rule out [-] suspects. Do we need to summon the police station for interrogation one by one?"

Jiang Yeming took a thick stack of documents and flipped through them.

After a while, he put down the documents and sighed: "We missed the best time and didn't catch him when he was young. Now, even if you pass the interrogation, I guarantee that you won't be able to tell who the murderer is from the surface."

Inspector Fam nodded in agreement and said, "Yes, after listening to your analysis, I feel chills at the back of my head. This murderer is too difficult to deal with. I think every doctor with a beard looks like him."

"That's right." Jiang Yeming finished his sandwich with a big gulp. "The beard is such an obvious appearance feature, it has become his best camouflage. If you continue to follow this clue, you may fall into it."

Inspector Fam was stunned, a little reluctant to part with this line, and muttered: "If you don't do it, I will do it. The police station can deploy a lot of people to do this."

"Then it's up to you." Jiang Yeming stood up, ready to go out for a stroll down the street. He had been in this world for more than a day, and he still hadn't relaxed.

At this time, a police officer pushed the door open and entered, and said anxiously: "Inspector, something serious has happened, and the serial ogre in the rainy night has been dispatched again."

Fam stood up straight, and asked in disbelief: "How is it possible, it didn't rain last night?"

"Either last night, or just now, in Earl Link's manor, he removed the earl's liver and left a letter of challenge to Frando Daily."