"Haha, you'll be in jail again soon. No need to be so anxious." Danny scoffed, not hiding his disgust for this pervert.
"I don't think so. Just ask your sister. What's her name?" Dick Reed's smile grew even more frantic. "Irene, right? I was really impressed by her appearance in court."
Jack stood up and grabbed Danny, who was about to take action. There were many reporters squatting outside the police station. If this guy walked out of the police station with obvious scars, the public opinion might reverse.
"Enjoy your few free moments, mama's boy. I hope I can still see your smile the next time we meet."
These words made Dick Reed's expression instantly cold, but before he could react, Jack pulled Danny out of the interrogation room.
"Huh!" Danny was furious. As soon as he left the interrogation room, he angrily turned to Jack, "I thought you were here to bring me some good news."
"I'm sorry, I just talked to Irene. The accusation of threatening a witness isn't very effective. It'll make people feel like the police are targeting him. Let him go for now." Hearing
Jack say this, Danny's voice rose an octave. "Let him go? The whole world knows this guy is an extremely dangerous sexual deviant. He won't stop. No, I need to talk to my sister. If you push me too far, I'll kill that bastard."
Seeing him pull out his phone and pretend to make a call, Jack didn't stop him, just smiled and watched.
Danny's hand holding the phone paused in mid-air, and he looked at Jack with suspicious narrowed eyes. "You're not going to stop me?"
"What do you mean by persuading me? I won't interrupt your emotional exchange with your dear sister. As for the other thing, as long as you don't plan to do it tonight, I don't mind going with you to dig a hole on the Hudson River beach later." Jack spread his hands to show that he was happy.
"Damn it," Danny cursed under his breath, grabbing a passing detective and handing him the handcuff keys. "Hey, man, do me a favor and let that bastard out."
He then hooked his arm around Jack's shoulder and pushed him into a deserted hallway. "Tell me why that guy's expression suddenly changed when you called him a mama's boy."
Jack was a bit amused. Despite his usual carefree and reckless demeanor, he actually had incredibly sharp intuition. His rise to seniority was truly based on his skills, not his last name.
"That was all covered in the profiles I showed you before. You didn't read them just now, and now you're asking me?" Jack said, dismissing the slacker.
"Oh, come on, don't be like that, old man." Danny felt a wave of fear at the thought of the dense technical jargon in Jack's draft of the paper.
He quickly walked back to his cluttered desk, rummaged through it, and then, beaming, he pulled out a cigar box and waved it at Jack.
"This should do, right? I got the Cuban stuff from the old man last time, and I just happened to have the last two left."
"But I'm hungry now," Jack said, still smiling, unmoved.
Half an hour later, at the Chongqing Noodle House in Hell's Kitchen, Jack slurped his pig intestine noodles. Although the spiciness made him sweat profusely, he still looked like he was enjoying it immensely.
Danny, sitting across from him, ate his soup dumplings with lingering fear. Although he occasionally enjoyed Mexican food, he was still horrified when he saw the owner pour a spoonful of red chili oil directly onto his noodles.
Jack, a Jiangnan native in his previous life, didn't particularly enjoy spicy food, but occasionally, a bowl of this was truly refreshing, as if every pore in his body had opened up.
The owner of this noodle shop also grows his own pea shoots, and every time he visits, he'll specially cut a handful and add them to his bowl of noodles. This is a rare find in New York City. Pea shoots are occasionally found as a side dish in Western cuisine, but they're usually so old they can be used directly for dental floss.
After finishing a bowl of pork intestine noodles and another of beef noodles, Jack watched Danny pay the bill with a distressed look on his face. He patted his stomach contentedly and drove him to a park by the Hudson River. They leaned against the railing, lit cigars, and chatted.
"Have you heard of Edward Theodore Gein?" Jack asked.
"Of course," Danny shrugged.This name isn't universally known in the US, but it's certainly well-known, as Edward Theodore Gein is arguably the most frequently filmed psychopathic killer.
Strictly speaking, he's not even a serial killer, as only three victims have been proven guilty in court.
But just mentioning a few movie titles reveals his legendary reputation in the "killer world." "The Texas Chainsaw Massacre," "Psycho," and "The Silence of the Lambs"—all of these Hollywood blockbusters are based on him.
His main crimes include gravedigging, corpse hunting, murder, skinning, and the creation of various instruments based on female body parts.
"Too many psychologists have analyzed this man's criminal psychology; I'll only discuss the similarities between his family background and Dick Reed's," Teacher Jack began his mini-class.
"They both had a cowardly, alcoholic father and a relatively strong mother who controlled the family finances. The difference is that Gein was disciplined harshly by his mother from a young age, becoming a coward who succumbed to power and became overly dependent on her.
Meanwhile, our Reed was doted on and pampered by his mother. Oh, and he seems to have a sister who doted on him just as much."
"I know why you're comparing the two. According to the Dick Reed file, he still lives with his mother," Danny said with understanding.
Jack continued, "Gein's breakdown was triggered by the death of his overbearing mother. He became introverted and withdrawn. After her death, he felt lost living alone, which led to his subsequent series of perverted crimes.
For Reed, the mother who had been caring for him developed severe Alzheimer's disease, leaving him without a safety valve."
"Wait a minute, doesn't Reed have a sister? You said she was just as tolerant of him as a mother," Danny said, puzzled.
"But his sister married early and left home, so they don't live together." Jack waved his hand to stop him from interrupting.
"You've seen what spoiled brats look like, right? Reed has a high IQ, but lacks the mental ability to match it. I don't know what specific ideas his mother instilled in him while he was growing up,but if you think of him as a brat with an adult body, then his unscrupulous behavior becomes reasonable."
Danny suddenly realized, "The four female victims all have brown hair and slim figures, and they look a bit like his mother when she was young. Are you saying that this mule is actually looking for a new mother for himself?"
"No," he denied immediately. "The victims were all abused and sexually assaulted. I can understand the former. Brats will do anything to get attention and favor, even using the wrong methods, but the latter..."
He suddenly looked up at Jack, his eyes full of disbelief, "You're implying."
"I'm not implying anything." Jack shook his head quickly, "All of this is just my speculation. Given that his mother is no longer able to communicate normally, Reed obviously wouldn't admit it voluntarily.
Therefore, we have no way of knowing which party took the initiative in this abnormal relationship, but I guess the time should be when Reed started puberty."
"This is disgusting. No wonder when you mentioned mama's boy (mama's boy) "Boy," he said, "he was like a cat with its fur standing on end."
Danny subconsciously wanted to take another drag on his cigar to calm his nerves, but he realized that because he had been in a daze for so long, the cigarette had gone out without him noticing.