The world of American TV series: Starting with the L.A. Patrol.

Chapter 249 "The King" and his "Castle"

In less than half an hour, everyone from the BAU arrived one after another. At this time, the ambulance had just taken away Angela Miller. Everyone was shocked to see Jie Jie with gauze on her face.

Emily, who is also a woman, knows how important appearance is to a woman. However, after she persuaded her for a long time, Jiejie still refused to go to the hospital first.

"I'm the only one who's ever seen the killer." That's her reasoning.

Jack didn't persuade her. For him, removing scars was a trivial matter that could be easily solved.

"At least treat the wound first. Don't worry. I know the best plastic surgeon in Hollywood. I'll introduce you to him when I get back. Jiejie, you are the liaison officer representing our action team's external image."

Rossi also agrees to let Jiejie see a doctor first.

Hotchner hung up the phone and said with a straight face, "This is an order. There is a good plastic surgery clinic in the city. The chief will send a police officer to take you there, and there will be a sketch artist accompanying you. No. It will waste too much time.”

Even Reid looked concerned, "We found some videotapes in Francis' previous residence, and we expect to find more clues here. No matter who his accomplices are, we will definitely catch him."

Seeing that everyone was so persistent, Jiejie reluctantly followed a police officer into the car.

The middle-aged Caucasian police officer wearing a cowboy hat that Jack saw at the entrance of the grocery store before was the sheriff of this place. He and everyone in the BAU arrived almost at the same time.

Seeing Jack, the police sergeant took the initiative to step forward and shake hands with him, "I have sent people to send the Millers and his son to the hospital. Thank you and Agent Jean for your efforts to save this family."

Then he said to Hotchner, "I have notified that roadblocks have been set up within a 40-mile radius, but there are too many small roads nearby. Locals can easily bypass them."

"Sheriff, we have to find a way to get into the house." Hotchina looked at the big log cabin on the farm.

"I have already urged you. The EOD personnel will not let you in until they have checked. However, there should be no problem with the small houses around. You can search them first."

Perhaps it was because the arrival of the FBI did play a role, and the police chief's attitude seemed particularly cooperative.

"We need to find as much information as possible to help carry out psychological profiling." Hotchner took over the command naturally.

Everyone, including the sheriff, split up.

Jack and Rosie opened the door to the tool shed together.

"Clean and organized with all the tools on the shelves and as clean as possible."

Rossi wiped it with her fingers on the dilapidated table, and there wasn't much dust on it.

"Obsessive-compulsive disorder or mysophobia?"

Jack noticed that an iron cabinet with a combination lock was half open. He went to open it and took a look and found that it was a typical gun cabinet.

The left side is divided into several layers, scattered with some gun maintenance tools, and several boxes of bullets of different calibers, all of which have been unpacked, and there are not many rounds left. The right side is the gun rack, but the top is empty.

"Oh." Rossi sighed with no meaning.

It didn't take long for everyone to meet again in front of the wooden house, and two explosion-proof experts dressed like astronauts were taking off their heavy equipment.

"The gun racks are empty, the guy has all the guns on him," Rossi said loudly.

Jack showed the bullets he found in the gun cabinet, "The 7.62X51mm NATO bullet should be the rifle that almost hit Jie Jie. There are also deer shells here. The guy at least has a shotgun."

Hotchner inspected the damaged garage, "I found two pairs of men's shoes of different sizes."

"The man below reported no suspicious vehicles and I suspect he monitored the police radio."

The sheriff hung up the phone in his hand with a displeased expression on his face.

"We shifted the channel to the state geological survey band, no one is listening to that band."

"Hey, guys, come here." Emily, who had been wandering around in the flower garden, stopped everyone who was about to enter the wooden house to search.

"There were three more victims before Angela Miller, right?" Emily pointed to the rose bushes in the flowerbed.

"There are three roses of different heights and different growth conditions. This one is the newest, and it even has a label on it."

"Corresponding to the three victims?" Hotchina nodded.

Rhett squatted down next to a rose, observed it carefully, and pulled it out with his hand. A few gray-black beetles crawled out of the turned-up soil.

The faces of everyone present were very ugly, "The burial insect is the same as the one in the cemetery."

"Sheriff, I think we need some shovels." Hotchner's face became very gloomy.

As the sergeant ordered his men to begin exhuming the bodies, Garcia's call came in.

Before Rossi and Reed found some old home videotapes in the former residence of the murderer Francis, Garcia has cooperated with local technicians to sort them out, digitize them and send them over.

There are not many valuable contents in it, and Garcia thoughtfully noted them one by one according to their importance.

Rossi opened the first video file and played it for everyone to watch.

A shaky and blurry image appeared on the screen. Francis Goering was sitting on a large chair by the window, looking down at the direction of the camera, saying some words of unknown meaning.

"He shoots from a deliberately low angle to look like he's on top, and that chair is like his throne, which is interesting."

As soon as Rhett finished speaking, Emily shushed him and signaled him to be quiet.

"The existence of a country is inherently based on the inequality between people."

"Martin Luther said that the weak will eventually submit to the strong, just like me, he was a man with dreams and vision."

"In feudal times, the monarch lived on high, watching out for intruders. He had servants to serve his kingdom. The monarch didn't have to leave his castle. The servants would give him everything!"

Jack was confused. Martin Luther was the founder of Protestantism. This guy should be talking about Martin Luther, right?One of the founding fathers of the United States, who once contributed to the "Bill of Rights", which is the constitutional amendments from the first to the tenth.

These constitutional amendments contain some provisions that are touted by some people, such as freedom of assembly, freedom to bear arms, non-stop punishment, etc., but these are not comparable to the things this guy said.

"It should be Luther Martin, who supported slavery, believed that owning slaves was his right as an American, and who also opposed the supremacy of the Union over the states."

Dr. Reid, an encyclopedia of humanoid figures, saw Jack's doubts, and helped him in a low voice.

"How many videotapes like this have you found? Eleven? It's so pitiful for Garcia who sorts out the rubbish." Emily felt uncomfortable watching it.

Rosie followed her example and shushed her, causing Emily to roll her eyes.

Francis in the video is still talking, with an excited expression and an impassioned tone.

"First, I want to establish an organization, a kingdom."

"Secondly, I build up arms to defend this kingdom."

"Third, it is my right to serve women as slaves, and as a free American I will make my kingdom a reality!"

Rossi opened other video files one by one. The content inside was similar, full of the ravings of a mental patient.

Jack thought of the "emperors" who were wiped out by the police station after the founding of Seris in the previous life, and they seemed to have similarities with this Francis Goring.

"Let's go, let's see the castle of this 'king'."

Rossi sighed, closed the tablet, and led everyone into the wooden house.