Los Angeles Legendary Sleuth

Chapter 290: Capture_3


"Captain, do you not feel it's a pity?"

"There's nothing to pity, Henry is cautious and cunning, but he has a fatal flaw—he's mentally unstable.

His reaction was almost as I anticipated; that police car just now disrupted his plans, he will only become angrier and more frustrated, more prone to lose his temper, more likely to make a mistake.

He will definitely look for a way to vent his anger, and repeated frustrations will make him more aggressive, out of control.

That was precisely our intention in the first place, it may not be a bad thing."

"Do you think he will strike again?"

"Very likely." In Luke's view, people become mentally disturbed and act irrationally, mostly due to the accumulation of negative emotions.

Negative emotions can lower a person's IQ.

...

Inside a gray Honda car.

Henry was stomping on the gas pedal with his hands tightly gripping the steering wheel, his face expressive of his anger.

However, a sliver of rationality remained in his mind, and it seemed he knew his current emotional state was not suitable for committing another crime, or perhaps the police patrol car had interrupted his plans.

He drove rapidly, not looking around the road, and after a good thirty minutes or so, he entered an industrial area and drove into an abandoned factory.

Henry looked around and saw no other vehicles,

He got out of his car and walked inside the factory to an inconspicuous corner with an old iron barrel. Henry pushed the barrel aside to reveal a square stone slab.

Upon opening the slab, there was an underground storage, and Henry climbed down the ladder into the cellar, expertly turned on the wall lamp, which had been modified, with the other end connected to a storage battery.

The storage was quite empty, except for a metal cabinet placed at the far end. Henry opened the metal cabinet, and a strong scent of preservative wafted out.

Henry wore a look of enjoyment on his face, in front of him were four glass jars, one of which was empty. The remaining three jars contained the severed heads of women.

Rona Post, Gelina Sweeney, Novina Jones.

Henry took a deep breath, his expression turning to excitement, and he unconsciously unbuckled his belt.

Henry looked at the three severed heads as if they were three young beauties, and began to show off his skills—playing poker single-handedly.

A few minutes later, after Henry finished playing poker, a sense of emptiness washed over him, and his hand wiped on the empty jar.

"Marta, this is the new home I've prepared for you!"

At that moment, Henry entered a so-called "wise man's state," all negative emotions disappeared, and his brain ran at high speed once again.

He liked this state very much—intelligent, wise, without distractions. Many things he could not figure out would become clear in this moment.

Marta refused to come to Los Angeles, how could he find her?

Even though she had a lawyer handle the divorce proceedings, some essential documents and papers still needed to be mailed.

Mailing involves writing an address, and he could trace the address to find Marta.

He still had a chance...

Henry locked the metal cabinet, climbed the ladder to the ground, but as soon as he came out of the underground storage, he sensed something was off.

"LAPD!"

Several powerful flashlight beams swept over.

Henry's pupils dilated in shock.

"Henry Rogers, you're under arrest!

Put your hands on your head, lie down on the ground, and don't move!" Little Black stepped forward to pin him down, grabbed his right hand to cuff him, "Fuck!

What's this sticky stuff on your hands?"

After cuffing him, Little Black sniffed his own hands. That particular smell immediately made him realize, "Fuck!

You sick bastard, I @#¥%..."

"You damn nigga, I didn't ask for you to catch me, it's on you," Henry's expression went from bewildered to angry, and then to puzzlement, "How did you catch me?

Was all this part of your plan, just to enrage me, make me lose my mind?"

"No rush, we've got plenty of time to talk, and I would like to have a chat with you," Luke gestured for the others to take him to the patrol car; he did not want to touch the guy, didn't even want to be too close.

Then, Luke led his team into the underground storage, and when they saw the severed heads in the metal cabinet, everyone drew a sharp breath.

Sicko.

This kind of scene had only been seen in horror movies before, and the police rarely dealt with such perverts. Not that there weren't any, but such perverts didn't develop overnight; they were often serial killers, operating across cities, or even states, mostly handled by the FBI.

"Notify the forensic doctor and technical team, they're going to be busy!"

...

As the forensic doctor and technical team carried out their investigation and identification, the clues and evidence found in this underground storage far exceeded those of the previous four crime scenes.

Each glass jar contained a victim's severed head preserved in formalin, with the murderer's fingerprints and DNA on them.

Henry seemed to treat this place as his home, losing his previous caution and care and leaving evidence without reserve.

Caught with the goods, even if Henry refused to speak a word, his guilt was as good as confirmed.

For Luke and the members of the first squad, this was the best reward for their tremendous effort.

Now, catching Henry was not just for the victims, but also for themselves. Having such a pervert in Los Angeles was a threat to everyone.

The arrest operation may have seemed simple, even somewhat lucky, but behind it was the great effort of the officers.

Especially Luke, who, as the person in charge of the case, had done a considerable amount of research and preparation to catch Henry.

Henry could be considered a high-IQ suspect with detailed plans and schemes before committing crimes.

He hadn't left any valuable evidence at the crime scenes in the early stages; to catch him under this condition, they had to make him mess up his own plans, and Luke's arrest plan was based precisely on this point.

Negative emotions can affect a person's IQ, and Henry's mental instability only amplified the impact of these emotions on him.

What Henry cared about most was his wife Marta, which was also his weakness.

Luke started to devise a plan, using Marta to strike at Henry's emotions, thwarting his plans, causing him to lose control emotionally, become depressed, and lower his intelligence.

As long as he made a mistake, the opportunity for the police to arrest him would arise.

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