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Cobb's computer beeped, signaling an incoming e-mail. It's from our friends in the FBI.He immediately opened the letter to read, and after a while he said: It is the test report of mineral oil, this oil is commercial oil, the brand name is Baojie, and it is used to maintain saddles, reins, leather feeding bags and other equestrian-related products. Rhyme drove the wheelchair half a circle and looked at the evidence list on the whiteboard. Oh, wrong, wrong what happened?Sachs asked. It was the feces on the sorcerer's shoes that were at fault. Is there a problem? That's not dog poop, it's from horses!Check out the botanical ingredients inside.What the hell am I thinking?Dogs are carnivorous, how can they eat grass?OK, let's rethink.From the dirt, feces, and other evidence, it was enough to lock him in Central Park and the hair.Have you ever heard of Dog Hill?This place is also in Central Park.

That area is across the street, Sellitto said: A lot of people take their dogs there for a walk. Calla, Rhyme said aloud: Does the Fantastic Faire have any horses? No, she said: they don't do animal shows. Well, leaving the circus out of the way, where else could he possibly be, so to speak?Dog Hill is right next to the trail for horseback riding, right?Perhaps it was a bold guess, but it was possible that he might have been there to observe the riders, and one of them might be his target.This person isn't necessarily the next victim, but let's assume that's the only clue we're sure of right now.

Sellitto said: I remember there was a barn in this area, right? I've seen it around here, Sachs said, on Eightieth Street, I guess. Go find it out, Rhyme cried, and send someone over there. Sachs glanced at the clock.The time now is one thirty-five in the afternoon.Well, that should be enough time, we still have two and a half hours to find the next victim. Very well, Sellitto said: I'll send a follow-up team to the parks and around the stalls.If they could be in position by 2:30, they would have plenty of time to keep an eye on the suspect. At this moment, Rhyme noticed that Carla was frowning.What's wrong?he asked her.

Uh I don't think you guys have that much time. Why? Didn't I tell you about misleading? I remember. Another way to mislead is to use time.A juggler deliberately tricks the audience into thinking something will happen at one point in time when it actually happened at another time.For example, an illusionist will repeat an action at the same time interval, so that the audience's subconscious mind will naturally think that his action will only occur at these specific points in time.But if the performer suddenly shortens the interval and makes this move earlier, the audience will not notice what he is doing at all.Time-misleading tricks are common, as illusionists will always deliberately make the audience catch the gaps in time.

Like stepping on the victim's watch on purpose?Sachs asked. That's right. Rhyme asks: So, you think we can't wait till four o'clock? Kara shrugged.Maybe possible.Maybe he planned that the interval between the first three victims was four hours, and it was not until the fourth that it was suddenly shortened to an hour.I don't know that. We don't know anything now, Rhyme said flatly: What do you think?Kara?What would you do if you were a gangster? Rhyme suddenly asked her to simulate the mentality of a murderer, which made her smile awkwardly.After some uncomfortable thinking, she said: He must know by now that you have seen those two watches, he knows that you are smart people, and there is no need to hint too much.If I were him, I wouldn't wait until four o'clock to kill the third victim, I'd do it now.

That's enough, Rhyme said: Forget about the surveillance team and the plainclothes police, Ron, you call Howman right away and tell him to send the emergency response team to the park, all at once. Lincoln, wouldn't this scare the snake away?What if he was just there in disguise to observe? I think we have to give it a go.Tell the EMS guys to go find who the hell know what the hell they're going to go find?Just do your best and describe the suspect to them. A killer in his fifties, a coworker in his sixties, an old lady in her seventies Cobb looked up from the screen.We have found the stall, it is the Hammerstead Riding Academy.

After confirming the location, Bell, Sellitto, and Sachs immediately got up and walked towards the door.Carla said: I want to go too. no.Lyme said. Maybe there's something over there that only I can notice.If someone in the crowd does a quick costume change or does some tricks, I can tell right away. No, too dangerous.It is a rule that ordinary citizens cannot participate in police arrests. I don't care about the rules, said the young girl, leaning over Rhyme in a defiant tone: I've got to help. Carla Lime wanted to refute, but all the unspoken words were blocked by Kara's movements.She turned her head to look at the photos of the scene pasted on the whiteboard, and saw Tony.Calvert and Svetlana.Lasnikhov glanced at the photo of the dead body, and then looked back at Rhyme with a cold expression.It was just a simple gesture, but it was enough to remind Rhyme that he asked her to stay here, he asked her to enter his cruel world, and he transformed her from an innocent girl into a person who could look directly at these horrors and not A person who frowns.

All right, said Rhyme, and gave Sachs another nod, but you've got to stay close to her. She was wary, Mooreck observed, as was the case with women who had just met a man in Manhattan.No matter how shy and friendly this chance encounter is, and how to calm down the frightened and out-of-control horse, it will not be able to break through her defense all at once. However, Joely.Marston still relaxed slowly, and she happily listened to him tell one story after another about him riding a bareback horse in the circus.Little by little, her defensiveness is removed in these exaggerated stories.

After Hammerstead's groom and the veterinarian on duty examined little Downey and found him unharmed, Moorlake left the stable with his next performer, completely unaware, at This restaurant is located on Riverside Boulevard. Now the woman is chatting kindly with John (which is his role on this date) about her life in the city, about her early love of horses, about the horses she has owned or ridden in the past , about her desire to buy a summer estate in Fort Meade, Virginia.In order to catch up with her, he occasionally responded with some knowledge about horses, which he had learned in his career as an illusionist in the circus.Animals will always have a big place in the world of magic, as magicians hypnotize them, make them invisible, or turn them into another creature entirely.One of the most common tricks performed by nineteenth-century magicians was to turn a rooster into a duck (this trick is quite simple, just put the duck on a rooster costume that can be quickly removed).In an age of political correctness, killing animals and bringing them back to life was a popular trick, in fact the animals were not harmed at all.After all, it would be too expensive for an illusionist to actually kill an animal in order to create the illusion of death.

Moorlake used to seduce Joely in Central Park today.Marston's tricks are from Howard, an illusionist who is good at using animals to perform in the early twentieth century.It is derived from a famous trick of Teuston.However, Moorrek's performance may not necessarily be praised by Teuston, because the illusionist treats animals as human helpers and family members in his performances, but Moorrek is not like him. So compassionate.He had just caught a pigeon with his bare hands, turned it over and slowly stroked its neck and flanks until the pigeon fell into a hypnotic state (a trick magicians have used for years to create the illusion that the bird is dead) ).when jollyWhen Marston appeared on horseback, he took the pigeon and slammed it into the horse's face.However, the reason why Downey Jr. suddenly stands on his hind legs in horror and pain has nothing to do with this pigeon, but because of an ultrasonic high-frequency generator with a frequency high enough to damage the horse's ears.When Moorek emerged from the bushes to free Jolie, he turned off the sonic generator first, and the horse calmed down as he grabbed the bridle.

Now, little by little, Marston became less and less wary, because she saw that the two of them had so much in common.Or rather, appear to be the same. The reason why she had this illusion was the result of Moorek's use of mental magic.Although this is not his strong point, his ability is enough to cause such an effect.Of course, the mental magic mentioned here does not use telepathy to interpret a person's inner thoughts, but only combines physical and psychological techniques to deduce the truth of the facts.Moorek is now like the most powerful mind magician, using a technique called body reading, which is a technique opposite to mind reading.At this moment, as he asked the question, he noticed with great care the slight changes in Qiao Li's body posture, the changes in the expression of her face, and the movements of her hands.Some of these gestures he could not decipher, while others conveyed obvious truths to him. For example, he intentionally mentioned that a friend had recently been divorced, and immediately and easily judged from her body language that she had also experienced this experience and was the one who was hurt.So, he frowned and confessed to her that he was also divorced because his wife had an affair and left him.The incident hit him hard, but he has now fully recovered. I gave up a boat, she said, with the same pained expression, even the twenty-four-foot sailboat to get away from that goddam thing. Moreck also used the Barnum statement (translation: Barnum statement, which means that the declarant makes a statement that applies to anyone, but claims that this statement is the unique personality of the listener, so that the listener can believe it. The most common example is the dialysis of horoscopes in newspapers and magazines.), so that she could mistakenly think that they have more similarities.The most typical example of this kind of technique is: a mental magician looked at the seeker seriously, and said to the person seriously: I find that your personality is often extroverted, but occasionally you find yourself quite shy. This kind of dialysis is quite incisive, but it is also applicable to almost everyone in the world. Soon, their conversation began to revolve around kinship.Both John and Jolie have no children, both have cats, their parents are divorced, and both love to play tennis.Look, there are so many coincidences between the two of them!What a match made in heaven The time should be almost up, he thought, though he could do without rushing.Even if the police had found some clues about what he was going to do next, they must have thought that he would wait until four o'clock to kill the next person, and it was only two o'clock now.Still, for his own personal reasons, he was eager to get on with his next show. □□□ Dear viewer, you may think that the world of illusion and the world of reality never intersect, but this is not true. I thought of John.Mulholland, a former magician and editor of the magic magazine Spinks.However, he abruptly announced his retirement in the 1950s, leaving the world of magic and the media magazines. No one knew why, and rumors arose immediately.Rumor has it that he started working for the US Intelligence Agency, teaching spies how to use magic tricks to administer drugs without anyone noticing, so that even the most suspicious communists would not know when they were drugged. Honorable audience, do you see what I have in my hand?Please watch my fingers carefully.Nothing, right?My hands look empty.Of course, you will guess, in fact, there is something hidden in my hand □□□ Now, Moorlake was using Mulholland's one-drug trick. He picked up the spoon with his left hand, and pretended to be unconsciously tapping on the table to catch Jolie's attention.Her gaze only stayed for a moment, but it was enough time for Morek to use his right hand to reach for the sugar, and pour all the powder in a small capsule into her coffee cup. John.Mulholland would be absolutely proud of him. It took only a moment for Moorek to know that the medicine had taken effect; her eyes dimmed slightly, and her body began to sway from side to side, but she didn't realize that there was something wrong with her.This drug is really a good thing. This drug is commonly known as FM2. It is a famous date rape pill. The victim will not realize that he has been drugged until he wakes up the next morning.However, with Qiao Li.In Marston's case, she never had a chance to notice. He looked at her with a smile on his face.Hey, do you want to check out something interesting? interesting?she asked drowsily, then blinked her eyes and smiled broadly. He paid the bill and said to her: I just bought a boat. She smiled happily.Boat?i like boats.What kind of ship is it? A sailboat, thirty-eight feet long.My ex-wife and I used to own one, Moorek told her mournfully, but she owned it after the divorce. John, are you kidding me?she said, giggling out loud.My ex-husband and I had one too!And it belonged to him after the divorce. Really?He smiled and got up from his seat.Hey, let's go down to the river, where you'll see the boat. I really want to fly there right away.She stood up unsteadily and took his arm. He helped her out of the restaurant door.The dose was just right this time, and she was completely submissive, lost her memory, and didn't pass out before she reached the bushes on the banks of the Hudson. The two of them walked towards the riverside park together.You mentioned the boat just now.She said that the whole person was drunk. That's right. My ex-husband and I had one.she says. I know, said Morek: You have told. oh?do i have itJolly laughed again. Wait, he said: I have to go get something. He parked a stolen Mazda next to his car, pulled a large sports bag from the back seat, and locked the door again.There was a crisp metal collision sound from the sports bag.Qiao Li glanced at the bag, as if she wanted to ask something, but immediately forgot what she wanted to say. Let's go this way.Moorlake led her to the intersection, across the land bridge, up Park Avenue, and down to a weedy wasteland by the river bank. He pulled her hand away and hugged her tightly from behind.His hands passed under her armpits, and his fingertips touched her breasts, feeling her head tilted and leaning against his shoulders weakly. look over there.She raised her dangling hand and pointed to the Hudson River.Dozens of sailboats and yachts are sailing on the golden dark blue river. Moorlake says: My ship is there. i like boats. Me too.he said softly. Really?She laughed, and then murmured that she and her ex-husband also had one, but it belonged to him after the divorce.