Stalker

Roan scanned the crime scene and automatically ignored the passers-by who were watching from afar. His expression changed slightly and he began to use the killer's modus operandi to simulate the murderer's behavior during the crime.

Time seemed to have gone back. In the dark park path, the murderer followed Mike all the way. Mike seemed to have sensed something and started to jog, but he did not shake off the other party. At this moment, the murderer called out Mike's name. Mike had no choice but to turn around to respond… Bang!

Roan narrowed his eyes and used his right hand to simulate the action of firing a gun. Then, he stood by Mike's corpse for a few seconds before running toward the forest in the east.

Mona, who was standing at the side, watched Roan's actions with a dumbfounded expression. When she saw Roan striding towards the forest, she hurriedly got up and wanted to catch up with him. However, there were too many branches in the forest. Mona only lowered her head to avoid the branches. When she looked up again, she had disappeared without a trace.

"Damn it!"

Mona cursed, but she did not understand how Roan could run so fast in the woods. They were all from the FBI Academy in Pennsylvania…Could it be that someone had given Roan special treatment?

Since she could not keep up with Roan, Mona decided not to follow him. She turned around and walked back to the crime scene, ready to wait for Roan to find her.

On the other side, Roan completely ignored the wild mandarin ducks who were cursing at him. He continued to run through the forest at high speed. Soon, he ran out of the forest and arrived on a road to the east of the park.

Looking at the endless stream of cars on the road, then looking at the few shops across the road, Roan pondered for a few seconds and turned around to return the way he came.

At the crime scene, Mona was sitting on a chair and fiddling with her computer. When she saw Roan, she waved her hand to signal that she was here. Seeing Roan sit down, Mona asked, "How is it? Did you find any clues?"

"Of course."

Roan smiled and nodded. "The murderer should be a soldier who came out to take on jobs after his retirement. He might even have retired from the special forces."

"Why?"

"Because I only found the footprints of the New York Police Department and the police dogs along the way. I didn't find anything else."

"..."

Mona was speechless. She did not expect Roan to say that he did not find any clues. However, Roan said that not finding any clues was the biggest clue.

"The place I just passed is the most suitable place to run after killing someone."

"There are countless branches in the forest. Anyone passing by will accidentally break a few branches, but I checked carefully just now. There are either police dog footprints or police dog footprints along with police boots where there are newly broken branches. There are no newly broken branches or obvious footprints in other places."

"Only people in the special forces can have such anti-reconnaissance awareness."

After hearing Roan's explanation, Mona stopped fiddling with the computer and tilted her head in confusion." Did I go to a fake FBI training academy?

"What's wrong?"

"It's nothing."

Mona shook her head when she heard Roan ask her. She pushed the laptop in her hand to Roan and said, "This is the autopsy report that was just sent over. It shows that there was a small amount of alcohol in the deceased's stomach."

"The deceased drank alcohol before he died?"

When Roan saw the report, his face lit up. He tilted his head and asked, "There are a few bars on the south side of the park. Can you find out?"

"Why the south?"

Mona took the laptop and asked while searching for relevant information.

"Because the victim came from the south side of the park... I'm guessing."

Mona pursed her lips when she heard Roan's words. After a few seconds, she finished searching and showed the screen to Roan.

"There are only two bars in the neighborhood, and there are more a few blocks away."

"Okay, let's go to these two bars first. We have plenty of time anyway."

"No, we only have three days."

...

No one in the bar on the left of the street had seen the dead Mike. Roan and Mona turned around and walked to the bar on the right.

"Have you seen this person before?"

Seeing the photo in Mona's hand, the bar owner shook his head. "He's not a regular customer of our bar. I didn't see him yesterday."

Mona looked up at Roan, who turned to look at the beautiful waitress who was chatting with someone. The bar owner saw this and called the waitress over.

A waitress with long red hair walked over. Her eyes lit up when she saw Roan's face.

"Hello, you can call me Christine."

The waitress said hello, but her eyes were only fixed on Luo An.

Mona rolled her eyes and showed the photo to Christine, blocking her from looking at Roan.

"Have you seen this person before?"

Christine was not angry that her vision was blocked. She winked at Roan, took the photo, and said, "I've seen him before. This man ordered two glasses of red wine when he came to our bar yesterday. He sat in the corner and looked like he was waiting for someone. However, no one came in the end, so he finished the two glasses of red wine and left."

Hearing this, Mona's mouth twitched and she subconsciously looked at Roan. She did not expect Mike to really walk into the park from the south when he was alive.

Roan did not see Mona's expression. When he learned that Christine had seen the deceased Mike, he hurriedly asked, "Did anyone come in after he left? Or is there anyone looking for him?"

"Is there a reward for answering this question?"

"..."

Roan was speechless. Mona snorted and patted Roan's shoulder.

"As long as the information you provide is useful, this man is yours tonight."

"Then it's settled."

Christine smiled and stuffed a note into Roan's arms. Then, she said, "There was an old man sitting at the bar counter. After the man in the photo left the bar, he followed him out of the bar."

Roan instantly turned around and looked at the bar owner.

"Do you have surveillance cameras here?"

Christine looked at the bar owner disdainfully and said in a very unhappy tone, "There's only one, and it's for the cashier. It's mainly because he's afraid that we'll steal the money."

"Christine!"

The bar owner could not keep his face, but Christine did not care about him. She lowered her head and took out a stack of notes from her pocket. After searching for a while, she pulled out one of them and handed it to Roan. She shrugged.

"This is the contact information of that old man."

"..."

Seeing Roan and Mona looking at her in surprise, Christine put her hands on her hips and puffed out her chest. Who were they looking down on?

"I'll wait for you tonight, handsome!"

Christine stood behind the door of the bar and waved at Roan who was leaving the bar. Roan silently put the note into his pocket. Mona sat in the car and used her laptop to enter the FBI's internal network to search for the identity of the phone number's owner.

"I found it."

Soon, the computer showed the owner of the phone number:

"The owner of the phone number is called West Watts. He's 56 years old this year and a professor at New York University. He lives in Scarsdale and his wife passed away half a year ago. The cause of death was cancer…"

"University professor?"

Hearing Mona's introduction, Roan, who was sitting in the driver's seat, rubbed his temples. He felt a headache.

"Could it be that my analysis is wrong?"

"To be honest, I don't think your analysis is right... Except that the victim had indeed entered the park from the south."

Mona continued to check the information on the computer and said, "Let's go to West's house first and catch him."

"Okay."

Roan nodded, started the car, and left the bar.

There was only the sound of Mona typing in the car. Roan felt that the atmosphere was a little awkward. Just as he was about to say something, Mona's body suddenly trembled and she shouted,

"F*ck! West died in a car accident!"