Hearing Lu Ban's words, Trist was completely bewildered.
"The real world"—was that some kind of euphemism?
Wasn't this the real world?
This man looked like an ordinary, good-looking citizen. How could he know clues that only the police should have known?
He looked perfectly normal, and didn't seem drunk or high, either.
Besides, he had come because of a reported case. The fact that this man knew to go to the police station to pass on clues instead of explaining everything over the phone meant he wanted to meet Trist in person.
Putting all this information together, Trist quickly formed a profile of the man before him.
He was highly logical, full of initiative, and had seen major situations before, allowing him to deal with them calmly. Yet beneath that rational exterior, some parts of his speech were incomprehensible—as if an extremely intelligent and level-headed person believed in certain abnormal and bizarre things, then completed the picture using his own logic.
Trist had seen some cases before. In other countries, certain extremely abnormal serial killers possessed similar traits. They might work as elite professionals such as lawyers or doctors in daily life, yet harbor dark, twisted desires. They committed crimes through ingenious methods and might even provoke the police.
Now, Lu Ban possessed a great deal of information known only to the police—or the criminal. He had also come to the police station claiming to have clues, and was even taunting Trist himself with inexplicable remarks.
There was something seriously wrong with this man!
Trist's gaze sharpened. After a moment of silence, he noticed that his two colleagues were both looking at him and said,
"We shouldn't have met before. You might have seen reports about me on television, but I'm certain I don't know you."
Trist had once been