The Zodiac Killer's abnormal behavior left the criminal psychology experts of the police, FBI, and CIA completely baffled. "That doesn't make any sense!" Why didn't this guy come out to provoke the police anymore? Did he go somewhere to celebrate Christmas?
The entire case slowly turned into a cold case.
No one knew who this murderer really was, nor did they know where he went.
Where did he go? Most likely, he was dead! Only Bella could guess a bit of the truth.
As an agent with his own codename, 006 was highly capable! To some extent, his ranking was even ahead of 007, which proved his skill.
According to Bella's estimation, 006 vs. The Zodiac Killer was like a Level 20 Elite Agent fighting a Level 10 Civilian (maxed out). The gap between them was not small.
The Zodiac Killer, this infamous serial killer, was most likely stabbed by the unlucky 006 during his counterattack, and then bled to death somewhere...
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Life had to go on. For Charlie's family of four, it was back to the daily grind—school for the students, work for the adults.
Every time Charlie called, he urged his two daughters to be safe, never to walk at night, and to have companions when going out. He went on and on for a long time.
Bella responded with "Uh-huh, yeah, okay," but actually didn't take it seriously at all.
The little beauty Natasha was also just paying lip service. However, one day, when Samantha looked through her shoulder bag, she was terrified.
You say the crime rate is high, so a girl hides a pistol in her bag for self-defense—as a mother, I can turn a blind eye and barely accept that logic. But what do you mean by putting a pitch-black silencer in there? Is this also for self-defense?
Seeing the Zodiac Killer running over with a dagger from a distance, you pull out a gun, then screw on a silencer, and 'pfft pfft' give him two shots? Who exactly is the killer here?!
And where did you get this thing?
"It's Bella's! Bella gave it all to me!" Natasha said while winking at a certain someone, hoping she would help cover it up.
Bella made a face: o((⊙﹏⊙))o
You never think of me for the good stuff, but the moment there's trouble, you dump it all on me? She glared at Natasha, who revealed an ingratiating smile.
"That... that was Stark. No! Actually, it was Tony Stark's bodyguard, what's-his-name, Happy Hogan, who gave it to me... Didn't I decipher the Zodiac Killer's cipher? They were worried I'd be retaliated against, so they gave me a gun. Then I gave it to Nat. The silencer was part of the package..."
Bella tried to spin the story to round it out!
First, explain the source of the pistol. Everyone knew Tony Stark, but ordinary people couldn't get in touch with him, let alone his bodyguard. Bella calculated that Samantha wouldn't go to verify it, so she told a little lie.
Samantha indeed compromised, but she still admonished Natasha: "Keep the pistol and the magazine separate. And leave that damn silencer at home! If other police officers see this, they'll think you're a hitman!"
Since the Zodiac Killer hadn't shown his face for a long time, the people of California—or rather, that group of Americans who had been thoroughly brainwashed by anti-intellectualism—began to get active.
What did they do? They scrambled to the police station to confess that they were the Zodiac Killer!
A forty-year-old auntie frankly admitted to the media that she was the Zodiac Killer and that she had done those cases with a hammer.
Police investigated and found it didn't match at all.
A balding middle-aged man ran madly to the police station to report the case, mysteriously claiming that the Zodiac Killer was working in a certain government department.
A fashionable clothing store owner said her former employee was the murderer because he often talked to himself in the mirror.
Under the key attention of the outside world, the police dared not let go of any clue. Even knowing it was nonsense, they still patiently investigated one by one.
In just one month, they received over three thousand leads. Facing doubts from all sectors of society, the police station had to send officers to investigate. The result was that they were overwhelmed by these 'enthusiastic citizens' who were crazy for fame.
Let alone Charlie, a detective in the Homicide Division, even Samantha, who had transferred to a civilian post, was sent out to verify various clues. The entire California police system was plunged into chaos.
The winter quarter ended. Bella, back in Los Angeles, was chatting idly with Natasha at home.
Charlie and Samantha didn't know their capabilities, and the two beauties couldn't explain. How to say it? Say that we can each take on ten killers like that? On holiday, they could only coop up at home and play video games.
"So boring! Bella, why don't you go catch that guy?" Being half-grounded at home, Natasha was so bored she wanted to roll on the floor.
Bella had read the Metatron Grimoire she brought back from Silent Hill dozens of times repeatedly. She was a bit mentally tired now.
She wanted to learn the knowledge within, not brainwash herself into becoming a believer of Metatron.
She had an epiphany: everything must have a limit. Once that limit was exceeded, her mindset would definitely change.
To stabilize her mind and maintain her original self, she had been playing wildly these past few days, even putting the book-copying business on the back burner.
When Natasha asked while playing a shooting game, Bella was painting her toenails.
The matter of the Zodiac Killer being killed by 006 was just a guess; she had no evidence.
"I'm just an ordinary college student; what can I do? What about you? Can you catch that guy?" she asked back.
Natasha curled her lips. She didn't have a good method either. If S.H.I.E.L.D. was willing to mobilize resources and let her lead, she could definitely catch this guy.
But S.H.I.E.L.D. didn't care about such things at all. If all murderers were under S.H.I.E.L.D.'s jurisdiction, they would die of exhaustion!
Plus, they had to consider the face of organizations like the FBI and CIA; S.H.I.E.L.D. wouldn't intervene.
After dinner, Charlie and Samantha sighed repeatedly. The living conditions in a big city like Los Angeles were indeed good, but the cases were complex. It was impossible for such frantic serial killers to appear in Forks or Prosperity. Both felt immense pressure.
"Staying at home is so boring. Let's go traveling?" While clearing the dinner table, Natasha said on a whim.
Charlie and Samantha shook their heads repeatedly. Ask for leave to go play at a time like this? Do you still want your jobs!?
Bella was somewhat moved. The nervous atmosphere in Los Angeles made her uncomfortable. Going out for a spin to relax would be good for her.
"Where to?" she asked.
"Paris?" Natasha tried suggesting.
"Great!" Bella raised both hands in approval. It just so happened that her Da Vinci Code required some field research in Paris. She wanted to go over and take some photos.
She had it all planned out. When the time came, the first edition of The Da Vinci Code would be the standard edition, the second the hardcover edition, and the third the special illustrated edition. She would write French editions, Spanish editions... Maybe she wouldn't even need to copy other books; relying on this one alone might be enough to set her up for life.