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Chapter 1157 Antisocial Personality (Two chapters in one)

"So the reason for not removing the lieutenant colonel's name from the website is to maintain the credibility of the website, right?" It was obvious that Clay was somewhat disgusted with this approach.

"This is also a form of protection." Jane saw the displeasure of the former Navy SEAL and continued to explain, "Dorian Hobart was arrested by the ATF more than two months ago, but it has not been publicized.

The joint task force hopes to use his website to monitor the movements of dangerous elements.

I can assure you that there was no warning of any risk to Colonel Barnes or his family in recent times, otherwise we would have been involved long ago."

"So in your opinion, the death of Lieutenant Colonel Barnes' wife has nothing to do with extremist organizations or terrorists?" Jack said before a possible dispute could occur.

"Of course." Jane's tone was very certain. "For those people, killing has never been the goal, publicity is. What do you think? Agent Spencer (Clay)?"

Clay subconsciously wanted to refute, but in the end he didn't say anything more.

Although it was difficult for him to accept this approach emotionally, Jane was at least right about one thing. If this incident was really done by an extremist organization, someone would have jumped out and claimed responsibility for it by now.

So the atmosphere of lunch returned to harmony again. After all, to put it bluntly, Jane was one of them, and the Most Wanted Criminals Team was here to help NCIS.

Except for Clay, a retired Navy SEAL who felt a little uncomfortable with this practice, everyone else understood.

After lunch, Jane volunteered to stay and help. In her words, no matter what, the actions of their and the ATF joint task force posed an adverse threat to Lieutenant Colonel Barnes and his family, so they naturally had the responsibility to eliminate the relevant possibilities.

Of course, those who understand understand, and everyone knows why she wants to stay.

So when Jack said he had made some other discoveries and was going to the Eastern Psychiatric Research Center in Baltimore, Maryland, he had no choice but to choose Aubrey as his companion.

Jubal and Clay are going to the psychological counseling service center where the victim Valerie Barnes works to retrieve the resumes of all the patients who have been treated by her. Jiejie and Hannah are very "friendly" and say they will take Jane back to the police station.

Under Jack's threatening gaze, Aubrey, who was sitting in the passenger seat with a look of anticipation, chose to surrender and asked about the business.

"OK, now can you tell me what we are doing in the mental hospital?"

"When Alice was investigating Valerie Barnes' past, she discovered that she had worked as a forensic psychologist in Maryland for a long time, and the old injury on her face must have occurred during that time."

As soon as Jack got on the highway, he turned on the police lights. It would take most of the day to go back and forth from Richmond to Baltimore, so he needed to hurry.

"Do you suspect that the injuries on her face were caused by an attack by a prisoner back then? This would explain why we couldn't find the medical records from that time. The relevant materials may have been sealed for some reason."

Before Aubrey finished speaking, he subconsciously grabbed the handle above the car window. Jack's driving style could easily make people mistakenly think that they were on a highway chase.

"It's not a certain prisoner. I have found out, George Bolton, are you familiar with this name?" Jack asked.

"A serial killer and cannibal. I've read his files. They're chilling."

Aubrey suddenly realized, but was immediately confused, "I remember that he failed the pre-trial assessment and was sentenced to spend the rest of his life in a mental hospital, so this is because he attacked Valerie who was assessing him.

But isn't this the best alibi? Are you planning to go and confirm with your own eyes whether this lunatic has escaped from the mental hospital?"

"No, I've confirmed with the asylum that George Bolton has been staying in his cell and hasn't gone anywhere, but I asked for his visitor log, and guess what?"

Jack threw his work phone to Aubrey and asked him to look through the documents on it, which contained records of George Burton's attack on Valerie and photos of her injuries.

"Two weeks ago, Valerie visited George Burton and had a private meeting for nearly an hour?" Aubrey's face was somewhat interesting, just like the various messy plots that emerged in his mind at this moment.

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Mental hospitals that hold mentally ill patients who have committed serious crimes are actually not much different from high-level prisons. In a sense, the security level of such mental hospitals is even higher.

Because the patients inside are more dangerous than some of the most vicious criminals.

If you ignore the full set of locks on George Burton, this guy still looks quite polite, and even gave Jack and Aubrey a friendly smile when they sat down opposite him.

According to the information, this guy was 36 years old when he was arrested, which was more than ten years ago. But if you ignore his long gray hair and just look at his face, he doesn't look like a man in his fifties at all.

A middle-aged white man with a very elegant face. After changing into a suit and putting on glasses, it would not be a problem to say that he is a university professor.

"This is such a surprise. When I woke up today, I didn't expect that I would have two strange visitors. May I ask who you are?" George Bolton's eyes kept wandering between the two visitors.

"Special Agent Jim Aubrey, this is Agent Jake Tawalla, we're from the FBI."

Compared to Jack, who often went in and out of various prisons with Rossi to visit serial killers and record psychological analysis reports, Aubrey seemed a little uncomfortable.

Although this was not his first time dealing with a serial killer, this was the first time he had seen a cannibalistic one.

However, before the two men could explain their purpose, George Bolton's face darkened after seeing the FBI ID. "That's really a pity. How did she die?"

Without waiting for Jack and Aubrey to reply, he continued, "You are here to ask about Valerie, right?"

"Who told you she was dead?" Although he had done a lot of rehearsal on the way here, George Burton's straightforward words still caught Aubrey off guard.

"Come on, my case was closed a long time ago. What else could the FBI want to find me for? Young man, your face has already expressed what you want to say clearly. You think I have something to do with her death, right?"

George Bolton became excited after just a few words. "Although this speculation is well-founded, you may have overlooked a small problem."

He raised the handcuffs on his hands that were connected to the leg cuffs, making a clinking sound.

Because he and Jack had agreed on the way here that he would deal with this guy, Aubrey quickly adjusted his mood and got back into the state, "Perverts always make friends with perverts, don't they?"

He paused, spread his hands and pretended to be frank, "To be honest, we came in a hurry and didn't even have time to check your records over the years.

How about we make a deal? You just tell us who among your perverted pen pals is the most suspicious.

As a reward for saving us time, I can talk to the hospital on your behalf and help you improve the quality of your food or accommodation, or increase your time for outdoor exercise, how about that? "

"Ha!" George Bolton laughed out loud, "You think too highly of me. I won't do that."

As if he realized that his words were ambiguous, he quickly corrected himself, "What I mean is that I will not hurt Valerie. She is one of the few people I respect, and I would never instigate others to hurt her."

Aubrey looked at Jack, and seeing that he didn't say anything, he took out a freshly printed photo from the bag in his hand. In the photo, the young Valerie had severe bruising on the entire right cheek.

"Oh, well." George Bolton's tone became a little nonchalant. "It was just an unfortunate little accident."

Seeing the two FBI agents opposite him staring at him intently, he actually seemed a little embarrassed.

"Well, here's the thing, I thought a little bit of a breakdown might help to, uh... prove my mental state at the time, but it wasn't directed specifically at her."

George Bolton noticed Aubrey's disdainful expression as soon as he said this, "I swear what I said is true. You should know from reading my file that if I wanted to kill her, she would not have the slightest chance.

If I wanted to kill her, she would have been dead by now, and I could have easily done that, couldn't I?"

His fingers kept tapping next to the photo, and a flash of madness appeared in his eyes.

Jack has been reading the file of George Bolton, a low-profile version of Hannibal who had three victims with different skin colors, ages and genders. The only thing they had in common was that they all had a grudge against him.

From major frictions in life and work to minor ones like just a few quarrels.

"Why?" Jack, who had been silent all this time, suddenly asked.

"Why?" George Bolton looked at Jack, who had a calm expression, and then showed an expression of sudden enlightenment, "Oh, of course, you mean why do I know that Valerie was murdered?

Isn't this a very simple reasoning? She is the only person who has visited me in recent years, and we talked about some interesting things, and less than half a month after everything, you showed up, FBI, what else could you be here for? "

Jack pulled a bottle of orange soda from his pocket, uncapped it and pushed it in front of him. "Tell us what you talked about? Why do you think Valerie was murdered?"

"That's right, Boss."

George Burton's eyes lit up. He snatched the soda bottle and took a sip, then gave Jack a flattering smile.

"She told me that she was having some, uh, little problems with one of her patients, and that the guy's behavior might be similar to mine."

"You mean she met another serial killer?" Aubrey sat up straight subconsciously.

"No, no, no, it's much more serious than that." George Bolton leaned forward mysteriously.

"You mean the other sociopath?" Jack answered for him.

"Oh, you're someone who did your homework in advance." George Bolton took another sip of soda. "I like you. I knew that even though you look younger than him, you are actually the boss."

Jack was unmoved by his flattery, "I'm not some big shot, but as a former member of the FBI's Behavioral Analysis Unit, I do know a lot of sociopaths like you, and I know how to deal with you.

How about we make a small deal? Tell me everything you know, and I'll arrange for you to join BAU's psychological research project. After being locked up for so many years, I think you must have a lot of things that you can't wait to share with others, right? "

This time even Aubrey could see that George Bolton was trying to show some degree of reserve, but was obviously unsuccessful.

"Okay, you win, boss."

He drank the last bit of soda and shook the bottle regretfully.

"Well, sociopaths like me, I mean, people like us, will often do anything to achieve a small goal.

Lies, deception, manipulation of others, in short, anything to achieve the goal.

Anyone who might get in our way, whether intentionally or unintentionally, is seen as a stumbling block, an obstacle to be eliminated."

"You mean Valerie Barnes realized that she had become an obstacle to a sociopath and came to you for help?" Aubrey understood a little.

George Bolton frowned and answered hesitantly, "In fact, she should have just been skeptical at first. Oh, damn, you psychologists are always so unprofessional. You say you want to rule out all possibilities, but you are just not confident."

He shook his hands, and the chains made a clanking sound again. “I helped her. Yes, it was with my reminder that Valerie realized that she was in danger. She accidentally made a wrong decision.

So she became very, very scared, even more than she was scared of being in the room with me.”

"Go on." Jack put down the information in his hand, gathered it up and put it back into the file bag.

"If that's all, I can only regretfully tell you that our deal is void. You can continue to look forward to the next visitor."

"No, no, no, boss, you don't understand. Although Valerie didn't tell me the name of her patient, I know that their relationship must be very special."

George Bolton's smile became a little crazy. "It's like a dog suddenly biting its owner. The only possibility is that you abandoned it, understand? I ate mine, alive."

He seemed to enjoy Aubrey's discomfort at hearing this, and even licked his lips. "What a wonderful childhood memory, isn't it?"

"OK, thank you for your help. Someone from BAU will ask you to sign some relevant documents later. Now you can return the bottle to me." Jack stood up and extended his hand to George Bolton.