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Chapter 440 Murder +2

At the same time, Hotchner also used his flashlight to carefully check the situation inside the car inch by inch.

"Remember Nina Hale's missing watch from the last case? He left it here."

Jack followed the light beam of his flashlight and saw two women's watches on the right wrist of the deceased woman.

"So, what did he take this time?"

Rossi used a flashlight from the other side to check the accessories on the two deceased people. Although the smell of blood at the scene was pungent, it did not have any impact on the two old FBI agents.

"Here, the husband's wedding ring." Rosie's flashlight light fell on the male deceased's left ring finger, where there was an obvious indentation.

Then Hotchner made another discovery: "My wife's bag had been rummaged through."

Jack brought his flashlight closer to help him search, and soon he made a discovery.

Hotchner reached out and pulled the sun visor on the passenger side, and a family photo of the deceased fell down. On it was also written the word "Fate" in the blood of the deceased, followed by a question mark.

"What do you mean?" Jack took the photo and passed it to Rosie with some confusion.

The word "Fate" has many meanings, including fate, destiny, disaster and even death. What does adding a question mark mean? Is it ridicule?

"This is for us to see," Hotchner explained.

"He was saying it's not fate, we had years to save these people from death and these new victims are our fault."

"It's amazing. You can actually tell so much from a question mark." Rossi's words were filled with sarcasm. Substituting one's own emotions is a taboo in this business.

Jack also sensed that something was wrong with Hotchner's state, which seemed to be a bit like the state Rosie was in when he was brooding over an old case that was more than 20 years old.

It's just that Hotchner's character is too introverted, and he usually doesn't show his emotions or anger. If it weren't for what he said, even Rossi wouldn't be able to detect the abnormality.

Hotchner was as unfazed as ever and didn't react much to Rossi's sarcasm.

"Perhaps, my understanding of the 'God of Death' is much more than this."

In the surprised eyes of Jack and Rosie, he continued, "Actually, I have done a complete profile on him."

This is not what he said before. The BAU was originally invited to participate in the "Boston Death" case, but just after it started, it was invited away by the deceased old police detective Tom Shaunas.

"You haven't given up yet and have done the investigation in private?" Rossi sighed. Everyone has "inner demons". He had been entangled in a case for more than 20 years, and he didn't seem qualified to criticize Hotchner, but he was still worried. It is inevitable.

"Yes, this is the first case I have taken on since I became an official profiler at BAU. How can I let it go? I have opened the files many times over the years and studied the murderer alone." Hotchner sighed.

"I know that I have always emphasized that profiling is a collaborative effort, but this time is different. I don't know what I am thinking. Maybe I am worried that if I am wrong, I will lead everyone in the wrong direction. Far."

"Now that you've said it, does it mean that you now feel that you were right before?" Jack added in a timely manner.

Hotchner sighed, "These two cases made me feel that my judgment was correct."

"Okay, tomorrow morning, we will listen to your profile in private first." Rossi took off his gloves and patted him on the shoulder.

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“The ‘Boston Death’ fits the characteristics of an ‘omnivore’, who, unlike most serial killers, does not have a specific victim group.

To be precise, he is a hungry beast and anyone can become his prey. "

Hotchner stood at the head of the conference table and began to describe the psychological profile of the suspect that he had completed alone.

It was already early morning on the third day, and everyone held a closed-door meeting. Apart from the members of the BAU team, only Finlay participated.

The first question was also raised by Finlay, "Why, does he still pay attention to 'discipline' when killing people?"

"Because his pleasure in killing does not come from the victim himself. What the murderer needs is a sense of recognition and to be known to the world. Just as one of his characteristics of committing crimes is to put the belongings of the previous victim on the next victim. .

<divclass="contentadv">That was a display to the police, to show his ability. "

Hotchner said, pointing to the photo of the agreement on the evidence board.

"The letter to Tom Shonus is the best proof. He induced him to make a written compromise. The murderer knew that it was impossible to get the police to make a public statement, so he put Detective Shonus on the altar. "

Rhett raised his hand and interrupted, "The murderer manipulated Shaunas, through his IQ beyond ordinary people, and gained unparalleled pleasure in the process."

Emily continued, "In this case, we can actually regard Shaunas as the 22nd victim of 'Death'. His self-blame and pressure are exactly what the murderer put on him."

"Yesterday's case also reminded me of a feature that Hodge mentioned before." Jack stayed up all night last night and read all the files related to the "Boston Death" again.

“The killer has omnivorous attributes, but the younger the victim, especially the female, the more time he spends on them.

For example, 19-year-old Nina Hale was stabbed 46 times, and more than ten years ago, 19-year-old Amanda Lambert was stabbed 67 times, and there were many more similar incidents before.”

"Do you suspect that he is still a 'teenager'?" Rossi asked tentatively.

The so-called "pornophile" is distinguished from "copperphile" and refers to people who have a sexual preference for teenagers in mid- to late adolescence (usually 14 to 18 years old).

Although when surfing the Internet, people often joke that men always prefer 18-year-olds, but in fact, a normal man has different age preferences for the opposite sex at different ages.

But there is a type of people (regardless of men and women here) who only have sexual impulses towards teenagers.

Jack nodded, "I even suspected that he was still impotent, so he chose to use the dagger as a weapon, stabbing the victims repeatedly as a substitute for entering their bodies."

His words made Hotchner's eyes light up. The characteristics of "omnivore" did not help frame the scope of the murderer's identity, but "youth lover" was completely different.

"Start the search from people who can be associated with 'authority', high school teachers, counselors, coaches, etc., as well as people who have a criminal record for molesting female teenagers in the past decade."

"There is one more question." Reid raised his hand again to speak. "As for George Foye, he was also stabbed dozens of times, but he was a male and he was 28 years old at the time. He did not fit this profile."

Jack scratched his head, "He is indeed a special case. I am still asking CSI researchers to help investigate some doubts. If there are results, I will notify everyone as soon as possible. Judging from the situation of other victims, it is not that there are no males. Hit with multiple knives."

No matter what, after three days passed and four new victims were added, the BAU team finally found a breakthrough direction, and everyone continued to be busy.

However, the "Boston Death" seemed to have fallen into madness. At 12 o'clock that night, Jack was still reading files in the hotel, and the phone rang again.

Twenty minutes later, Saboban drifted and stopped at the entrance of an alley. As soon as the car stopped, Hotchner opened the door. Others followed him and filed out. This time, everyone in the group came to the scene.

Jack closed the car door, took two quick steps to catch up with everyone, walked through the alley to the secluded street at the other end, and found that everyone was standing still.

I saw a bus parked on the side of the road, with a set of numbers written in blood on one side of the window. Finlay stood beside the bus in a daze with a pale face. When he saw Jack, there was an unclear expression on his face. Cry or laugh expression.

"Jack, it seems I really need your help this time."

"How many people are there?" Hotchner took a step forward. He was always calm and steady, but his voice was trembling when he spoke.

"Six passengers, not including the driver." Finlay answered with trembling hands as he took the cigar from Jack.

"He first killed the driver, then used a gun to knock down all the people, and finally used a knife to finish the killing."

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