Chapter 934 Nightmares and More Corpses

"I agree with your judgment. This is not a password. But if these numbers represent fractions and want to express a certain probability, then the person who wrote them down was a little too careless.

Many of them are not reduced, such as 9/12, 12/15, so I judge that this is a set of statistical numbers. The latter numbers include the former, which indicates the number of times a certain situation occurs."

Because Red was busy with the case, Jack sent those strange numbers to Chris last night. After that, he and Reacher chatted until late at night. He just got up and received a call from the accountant while brushing his teeth.

"The problem is that we don't know what exactly this refers to. Apart from these two files, we have nothing. The USB drive has been tested and there is no sign of any deleted files." Jack answered vaguely while brushing his teeth.

Chris's tone of voice was basically flat when he talked about business. "I don't like to make assumptions, but there is a discovery that the total number of number groups registered on each page of this file is only 27 groups on the fifth page, and the rest are 26 groups."

"What does this mean?" Jack rinsed his mouth clean, picked up the towel and started washing his face.

"First of all, we can confirm that these data can be put on one page, but they are divided into 7 pages. Since we know that the data on each page has a specific meaning"

"Uh, Chris," Jack interrupted Chris's explanation, confused, "Just tell me the conclusion."

"I think each page represents a month, and this is a continuous record of 7 months of data." Chris followed suit.

Jack paused in twisting the towel, "But as far as I know, except February, uh, excluding leap years, every month has at least 30 or 31 days."

He was stunned when he said this. As a civil servant, he suddenly realized what he had overlooked, "Excluding Sunday?"

"Yes, that's right. If you work six days a week, then excluding February, you work either 26 or 27 days, unless the first day of the month is Sunday and there are only 30 days in the month."

Chris seemed to be able to see what Jack was going to do through the phone, "No need to look at the calendar, it should be the past seven months of this year, from April to October, excluding statutory holidays."

"It sounds a bit inhumane." Jack muttered and hung up the towel, picked up his phone and went back to the living room, put the A4 in front of him and pretended to read it.

"Anything else you found?"

"There's one more thing that's a little strange. If you count by month, the data gets worse the later the month, especially the last month, 10/15, 14/21, the difference between the numbers before and after is even more appalling.

If this is some kind of experiment, this is very unusual, which means the experiment is heading for failure."

It can be heard that Chris enjoys this simple data analysis work, and it's rare for him to say so much at once.

Jack sighed, "Then we'd better pray that this is not a biochemical vaccine experiment. Originally, 9 out of 10 mice died, and 11 out of 12 died. Later, the results got better and better. Only 10 out of 15 died, and 14 out of 21 died."

Chris on the other side was silent for a while, and it took a long time for him to say, "Shouldn't it be 1/10, 1/12, and then 10/15, 14/21?"

Jack laughed, "Just a joke."

However, his good mood did not last long, because just as he hung up the phone and prepared breakfast, Danny with a dark face and Stella with an equally ugly face came together.

After listening to the two people's explanation, Jack hurried upstairs and was about to wake up Reacher who was still asleep, but as soon as he reached the door, he heard a loud roar from inside, "No!"

Jack was startled, his shoulders sank slightly and he directly opened the door, and saw Reacher, who was sweating profusely, sitting up from the bed with a ferocious expression as if he had seen a ghost.

"Did you have a nightmare?" Jack felt relieved.

"I dreamed about Franz." Reacher didn't hide it and took a few deep breaths.

"Come downstairs as soon as possible. I have bad news to tell you." Jack didn't say much and closed the door with a broken lock.

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"In the past few days, the CSI New York Laboratory has been working with the local police department to search in the Catskill Mountains where your friend's body was found to try to find new clues, but due to lack of manpower, the progress is very slow.

Yesterday evening we found two more bodies. Although the degree of decay was not serious due to the weather conditions, they were eaten by animals and could not be identified by face. Until our forensic doctor found a tattoo on the back of one of the bodies that looked like a service number."

After Stella finished speaking, she pushed the two documents on the table to Reacher.

Reacher had already guessed something. He took a deep breath and opened the folder, staring at the photos of the bodies inside in a daze.

There was not much information in the folder. The two bodies belonged to Jose Sanchez and Manuel Orozco, who were both Reacher's comrades and former members of the 110th Special Investigation Team.

"When Orozco joined the Army, his sister was very worried that if he died in battle, he would be listed as missing because the body was difficult to identify or the identification tag was lost.

So he got his name and service number tattooed on his back, just to appease his dearest sister, which was a bit stupid, but Orozco didn't care. "

Reacher's expression was half-smile, as if he was telling an interesting story.

When some people are extremely angry, you can't tell any clues from their expressions, but they will be awakened by nightmares in their sleep, such as the dead comrades suddenly appearing in front of him with blood coming out of all seven orifices and shouting for him to avenge them.

Jack didn't know what Reacher dreamed of in his nightmare, but he knew that the city of New York was in big trouble, and he was even secretly glad at this time.

He didn't figure out how to solve the case while notifying the big guy through other channels, but flew to find him in person as soon as possible.

When he thought that he almost had to follow this big guy's ass to clean up the bodies, his head was a little big. New York is not a remote town in a rural state. Even the little thing about Margrave was cleaned up by the IRS.

As one of the leaders of the wanted criminals team under the FBI New York office, the last thing Jack wanted to see was his friend's photo appearing on the wanted list.

"I will personally notify Orozco's sister, that is his only relative, Detective Reagan, right? Can you help call Sanchez's mother? "Reacher's tone was frighteningly calm.

At this time, Jack was thinking about another problem.

"Do you have a way to contact other members of the 110 Special Investigation Team? From the report, the wounds on Sanchez and Orozco are very consistent with Franz's.

This means that they were also thrown out of the helicopter after being tortured, and the time of death was just one or two days after Franz. "

Danny is also a military man, and he empathizes with Reacher's experience. "Maybe you can make a list. The murderer may be someone who has a grudge against your group. "

"I will do all of these, but before that, I have a question. "Reacher said and looked at Jack.

Jack sighed, "There are enough weapons, but you have to promise not to abandon me and work alone, otherwise I will immediately notify Joey and drag him into this mess. You don't want me to do this, right?"

"You have my guarantee. "Reacher took the phone Jack had given him and strode upstairs without looking back.

Jack kept watching his back disappear before turning to Stella and said, "I need the help of the CSI lab."

After that, he wrote down the address of Franz's office where he had been yesterday, "I know that the NYPD's evidence team has searched this office, and now I need the CSI lab to help fill in the gaps.

The damage there is quite serious. Don't waste time on trace evidence. I need you to help find clues from another angle. "