But for a rich young man like him, his life lacked experience. His writing was empty and weak, and the plots he concocted only involved the kind of tedious, passionless love between men and women that he himself had witnessed.

So he paid a high price. In the end, he didn't shrink from going against his original aspirations and spent money on promotion, but ultimately, he still failed.

Therefore, Johnny Dennison was puzzled by the email from the Demon.

Half of his success today was thanks to the Demon. After understanding him, the Demon had helped him devise a plan, allowing him to capitalize on his strengths and find the right direction.

Although his current fame was mostly based on sensationalized, realistic adaptations of his own wife's scandalous affairs. So what?

The process might have gone off track, but the result was good!

He was now a bestselling author, having achieved his original dream.

Although Johnny Dennison didn't understand why Mr. Demon, who hadn't been in touch for a long time, would ask him such a childish question, he still replied simply. He even invited Mr. Demon to visit his home.

But the other party vanished again.

In his melancholy, Johnny Dennison recorded all of this in the third entry of his diary about Mr. Demon.

A week after writing this diary entry, Johnny Dennison died in his own kitchen, becoming one of "Mr. Demon's works" mentioned in his diary.

...

"Is this the contract-like note found at every murder scene?" Dean muttered as he shut down the computer.

The perpetrator treated guidance as a transaction. They "harvested" the target once their desires were achieved, considering it their payment, and dignified this act by calling it a contract.

The Miniature Model Serial Killer was not only obsessive-compulsive but also extremely principled and possibly possessed a certain moral fastidiousness.

This type of person often came from a wealthy, strict family environment lacking in warmth and human connection.

According to psychological analysis, this type of person, often born into a household with rigid rules and lacking tender parental guidance, tended to lack their own opinions and was inflexible in their actions from a young age.

Also, due to good habits cultivated in their youth and significant investment in their family education, they often outshone their peers in both experience and academic credentials. This further prevented them from forming appropriate friendships with people their own age.

By the time they awakened to self-awareness through societal experiences, they started to enter their "rebellious phase."

Most of the more "normal" ones chose to engage in unorthodox activities.

After the rebellious period passed, they would return to normality and mature somewhat. Then, under the pressure of family and age, they would begin to settle down, marry, and have children, eventually becoming the very people they once despised most.

A few, the more extreme ones, ended up as twisted individuals like the Miniature Model Killer.

The above was the psychological profile Dean constructed after piecing together all the information about the Miniature Model Serial Killer.

This point was crucial!!!

Johnny Dennison's diaries provided Dean with the most significant help by revealing the IP information from the Demon's email.

With this psychological profile and the email IP to investigate, they had a strong lead. Even if the perpetrator had taken precautions to disguise themselves, anyone who appeared on their radar matching the psychological profile of the Miniature Model Killer would be a highly likely suspect.

The kind of strict upbringing and affluent lifestyle that fit the profile took time to establish and was beyond what the nouveau riche could compare to.

There wouldn't be many individuals who met these characteristics.

Plus, their ancestors might also have been well-known carpenters or involved in similar crafts...

TSK.

Dean was confident they would soon find the Miniature Model Serial Killer who had once shocked both the New York media and the public.

...

After devouring all the chicken wings and drumsticks, Dean gathered everyone again. After sharing his analysis, he instructed Daisy to crack the login password for Johnny Dennison's email account on his computer and find the message sent by the Demon.

Cheston En, still with traces of grease at the corners of his mouth, raised his hand weakly and asked, "What if that Demon has hacking skills and manipulated someone else's email to send the message?"

After all, in the New York cases, the Miniature Model Serial Killer had only contacted victims through websites, using rudimentary message boards, not emails.

Dean shook his head confidently. "The other party definitely doesn't know any hacking techniques. If there's any disguise involved, it's most likely through physical means—using someone else's email to send the message. Trust me!"

With that, everyone sprang into action, leaving Cheston En standing alone, hand still raised, awkwardly rooted to the spot.

He hadn't actually meant to question Dean; he just wanted to feel somewhat involved.

But Cheston En hadn't expected Dean's subordinates to have such faith in him, as if anything Dean said was guaranteed to point in the right direction.

This made him look like he was deliberately trying to stir up trouble.

Thinking about how petty the man before him was, Cheston En wished he could slap himself hard twice.

Fortunately, Dean was not as petty as he had thought.

"Cheston En," Dean said, "I know you just want to contribute to this case, and I like people who use their brains. But when time is tight, you need to learn to trust the judgment of the strong!"

After speaking, Dean patted Cheston En, who had turned somewhat pale, and headed to the office to rest for a while.

Watching Dean's retreating figure disappear into the inspector's office, Cheston En let out a long sigh and sagged into his chair.

He touched the shoulder Dean had patted.

This young man, whose partners had repeatedly been either directly killed by Dean or led to their deaths by his actions, couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt towards Dean.

Perhaps I've been misunderstanding this handsome man all along.

Detective Dean... he's probably not that petty and cruel.

He might actually be a good person.

I just misunderstood him.

Driven by the psychological phenomenon where a single good deed from a perceived bad person makes them seem not so bad after all, Cheston En truly felt ashamed of his previous mockery of Dean for being of Chinese descent.

He didn't know that this was, in fact, a type of ostrich mentality that instinctively arises after being subjugated—its scientific name: Stockholm Syndrome!

To a certain extent, no matter how resolute a person's will, if properly conditioned, they inevitably develop this mindset and are eventually tamed.

Dean had noticed this budding tendency in Cheston En, which was why he had bothered to engage with him.

An extra FBI lackey might prove useful at a critical moment.

Failing that, he'd still be serviceable cannon fodder with an official status.

...

While Dean was sound asleep, Daisy's fingers flew across the keyboard. After more than an hour, she finally managed to crack the email password on Johnny Dennison's computer.

Actually, if they had directly contacted the email company with sufficient justification, the company would have cooperated.

But Dean was pressed for time, so Daisy had to crack it herself.

After opening Johnny Dennison's email account, she quickly found an email labeled "Mr. Demon."

This brings up a point of information: IP tracking.

The concept of an IP is essentially an "Internet Protocol Address." This means that each network and every host is assigned a logical address, thereby masking differences in physical addresses.

Simply put, unless it was masked through certain means, an IP address could be used to trace the real-world address registered during the initial network setup.

Although Daisy trusted Dean immensely, she couldn't help but hold her breath while tracking this IP address, fearing it would turn out to be a "zombie PC."

But as a string of code appeared and Daisy entered the official tracking account credentials, the address of a foreign trade company materialized before them.

"Mrs. Kim's Department Store?"

"Korea..."

Harry murmured the information that popped up on the computer, surprised. "Isn't that the small country Lawrence went to with Phoebe? I heard we have troops stationed there. How dare people from their country do such things in the United States Federation?"

Carlo, beside him, cracked a smile. "You think those stationed troops are saints? Maybe the killer's family was bullied by them."

Having served in the army, he had a lot to say about the discipline within the United States military.

"Both of you, shut up and get Dean over here!" Daisy interrupted their discussion, slamming her hand on the table as she stood up. "I'm so damn tired right now! I just want to clock out and not waste any more time with you guys!"

The two cowed men flinched and went to wake up Dean, who was taking a short nap.

"The address of a Korean trade company?"

Dean yawned and said, "Got it. It's late now anyway. Everyone go home and get some good rest. Tomorrow, I'll take you to make the arrest!"

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