Jedi Seeking Pot [Comprehensive British and American]

"Hi, Ang Nuoen," the police officer passed by the door, waving hello with dignity.

Unknown didn't know the man at all, so he just smiled and waved - Fisk did a good job, all the cops acted as if they really knew him.

"So, Mr. Wilson—" The blond female detective's smile is very friendly, and it can be seen why she is the best media spokesperson.

"Just call me On Nuoen," Unknown quickly interrupted her.

This pseudonym is just the pronunciation of the unnamed name with different accents. It is not difficult to distinguish, but if you want to say 'Mr. Wilson', it is not difficult to imagine how deadpool will get carried away after hearing this name.

"Okay, On Nuoen, nice to meet you, I'm Special Agent Jennifer Jenge." Agent Jenge was stunned for a moment, there are very few work partners who are called by their first names when they meet for the first time .

She looked at Hotchner as if asking for advice. The sudden "consultant" wanted to intervene in the case, which was not a normal procedure.

"If you guys don't mind, I might be able to help," Unnamed continued, trying to convince the group members with sincere eyes.

"What is your specialty?" Rhett asked curiously.

Being able to become a consultant to the New York Police Department shows that he is particularly outstanding in at least one aspect and can help the police department solve crimes.

Fighting, firearms, blasting, sniping, mountain bike driving, and live show rollovers.

These can't be mentioned, so what should he say he knows?

"I can play the violin," Unnamed said with a smile.

"?" Everyone's eyes shifted to the piano case behind him. It sounds like there is no problem, but does it have any logical connection with solving the case?

"People with status like to appreciate music, especially classical music," explained Anonymous, "so I can always open the door for certain investigations or something."

There's nothing wrong with being well connected, even if it's not his own, Fisk can provide all the connections he needs.

"But this time, we don't need to—"

"In the church murder, the suspect stabbed the victim behind the back with a knife about four inches long, the suspect was between five feet seven inches and nine inches tall, and he paid attention to the angle of his wrist when he did it. , it is likely that the wrist is deflected to the inside and the hand is retracted very quickly, so there is no blood on the body."

Anonymous rarely speaks for such a long time in a row, but the effect of these analyzes is indeed immediate.

"Oh, I also have a certain understanding of the analysis of blood splatter patterns." Looking at the shocked eyes of the group, he added anonymously, "I guess there are no experts in this field in your team?"

Of course, Anonymous has read the files of the entire group, and clearly knows that there is no such person in the group.

At the same time, he had killed enough people to know from experience the relationship between the shape of the blood spatter and the injured part, the position of the victim, and the location of the shooting.Although I can't name various proper names, it is enough to roughly distinguish what happened on the scene.

A CSI specialist could certainly do the same, but he believed his instant analysis was better than most.

As for the personality of a musician, how can he know the shape of blood splatter so well? It all depends on the brains of the team members.

"Did you go to the church just to observe the crime scene? As a consultant, why didn't you go with a certain police officer?" Prentice, as a former secret agent, was still very wary.

It is obviously impossible to tell her that she has not yet decided in what capacity she should intervene in the investigation.

"The topic I discussed with the priest is exactly what I have been curious about for a long time," the anonymous replied, which is indeed the truth.

As profilers at their best, the panelists could see that Anonymous avoided answering questions head-on.

No one pointed out his flaws.

"If you don't mind, I'll just listen here first," said Anonymous, who didn't hear any objection, pulled a chair very familiarly, and sat beside the conference table.

Of course, the group does not believe that Anonymous will be the criminal in this murder, but everyone has some little secrets.

This Mr. Onnon Wilson's secret was perhaps more dangerous.

Morgan watched Unnamed carefully leaning the piano case against the edge of the chair, and heard a slight sound of metal clashing.

"Our suspect should be between the ages of 40 and [-], a white male with greater self-confidence problems and poor communication with others."

"His work does not give him the respect he deserves."

"He hated the city and wanted to intimidate the masses with the intimidation model of killing people in public."

"We shouldn't analyze him with the thinking of a serial killer. Try to think differently. From the perspective of the arsonist, this way of attracting attention is more similar to the arsonist."

"Yes, the identity of the victim is far less important to him than the location of the crime."

"His crimes are escalating, from parks to churches where mass is in progress, which shows that his skills are becoming more and more proficient, and his courage has also become bigger."

Anonymous watched the team's analysis process with great interest. Once these detectives focused on the case, they quickly deduced the suspect's psychology clearly.

"In the past 20 years in New York State, there have been 230 arson cases, and in the past three months, there have been 26 cases, of which 70.00% were private residential arson. It is hard to say whether the world is getting worse."

Dr. Spencer Reid, the genius who received a triple doctorate at a young age, has an IQ of 187, reads [-] words per minute, and has a good memory is still listing statistics.

"Detectives," a policeman knocked on the door and came in, interrupting the group's train of thought, "another case happened, in the night market."

The victim this time was a flower shop owner who sold flowers at the night market, and his throat was cut on the spot in front of customers.

Bystanders spotted it just in time, but it was still too late to stop the victim's bleeding.The frequency of crimes committed by suspects has increased significantly.

They will naturally go to investigate the scene.

The behavioral analysis team drove two SUVs. For unknown reasons, Hochner invited an unnamed passenger to ride with him.

Hotchner was driving, Agent Jeange was in the passenger seat, and David Rossi and Unidentified were in the back seat.

A piece of violin music was playing in the car.

"Canon, one of the most classic violin pieces, Waxman's proud work," Rossi sighed, "No matter how many times I listen to it, I will want to listen to it again. Onnoen, if I have the honor next time, I will Think I should invite you to play."

What are you playing, gunshots?

Unknown smiled and nodded, one hand unconsciously placed on the piano case, and tapped with his index finger.Not having a firearm within easy reach always made him slightly uneasy.

Especially when someone with a bit of hostility is sitting next to him.

Unknown suddenly found that the scenery outside did not seem to be approaching the city center, but the houses were getting sparser and sparser.

"Why do you keep carrying that piano case?" Detective Jean Heat asked from the co-pilot.

After a sharp turn, Hodge stepped on the brakes, and the unidentified hand stretched out a hand to hold the back of the seat in front of him.After the sharp brake sound, the car stopped in the middle of a certain parking lot.

The vehicle driven by Morgan is also parked next to him.

This is by no means the destination they are going to.

"Because... I love my violin?" Unknown opened the car door and answered with raised eyebrows. He felt the sudden change in the atmosphere, and Morgan approached the car door unobtrusively after getting out of the car, but he didn't intend to take the lead. There was no movement of getting up.

Click.

Taking advantage of his unawares, Morgan cuffed his right hand to the inside handle of the car door and drew his pistol at him.

Generally speaking, the detectives will choose to arrest aboveboard, rather than take action so far away from the police station.But someone had veiled -- well, not so veiled -- to remind the group about the arrogance of the gang in Hell's Kitchen.

"The police station is not a safe place, agents," the visiting red night devil warned the FBI agents on their first night there. "Trust no one."

"The music played in the car is Carmen, but the author of the music is not Franz Waxman, but Pablo de Sarasate. There is a big difference between the two versions of "Carmen Fantasia". It emphasizes the singing of the original song, and the latter is more technical," Rhett said, walking up to Morgan.

So they were also on the communication at the time, Anonymous was pleasantly surprised to find that his threat was so high in their hearts, and felt a little honored.

"Hiding a gun in a violin case is not an innovative way," Prentice interrupted the young genius's uninterrupted science popularization, "You don't have the cocoon that a musician should have."

"I heard a slight thud of metal, and I'm assuming your violin isn't metal," Morgan added. "We've also found absolutely no records of Onnon Wilson performing in New York. The violinist's claim makes no sense at all."

All this is probably due to the hacker lady. To be honest, Anonymous still admires her dressing style.It is rare to see such a rich collocation style in the game.

But the current mind-wandering is obviously inappropriate, and it is causing hatred. Anonymous is staring at the black muzzle of the gun in front of him, and he doesn't know where his thoughts are drifting.

"Wilson, what is your purpose?" Rossi made a final question.

Ah, it seems to be a bit overturned.

It's exposed in one chapter, it's too embarrassing for the protagonist, you quit the group.

The author has something to say: #Group already retired

#Handsome but two chapters

#It's all they are too strong

#It's not that I'm too weak

I have already coded the car, and I will step on the gas when Zuo collects 300