[Zhongyingmei] That snake

At 17:13 in the afternoon, Jane Green worked hard all day for her late husband's art exhibition, and she finally had some time to sit on the bench in the exhibition hall and take a rest for a while.

The brilliance of the setting sun shines on the exhibition hall through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and outside the floor-to-ceiling windows are gray-blue waves hitting the rocks.

The visitors left one after another, 47 minutes before the closing time, only some loyal fans of Mr. James Green were still lingering in the venue.

Jane saw a man standing in front of a painting.

It was an unfinished line draft of James before his death, with two overlapping eyes. Jane dares to say that even if there are only lines, this painting is extremely attractive-certainly aimed at abstract art lovers.

So she exhibited the painting.

The man stood in front of the painting for a long time, out of politeness and interest, Jane stood up again and walked forward to talk to him.

"Hi, I'm Jane Green. Do you like this painting?"

The man was obviously flattered, he froze for a few seconds before hurriedly reaching out to shake hands with Green, "Oh, oh yes, this painting is very beautiful, isn't it?"

He was wearing a black suit, which was a high-end item in terms of fabric and fit, but it was last year's style in terms of wear and design.He was also wearing a pair of sunglasses, but Jane didn't go into that, she never judged a person by their appearance.

She smiled gracefully, talked to him about the painting, and told her her opinion, "I like these lines, the shapes they outline are real but imaginative."

The man nodded, "These lines are absolute works of art. The eyes are the soul. If you can fill in the color, this painting is perfect."

"Then you have to change to a pair of colorless sunglasses to appreciate this painting." Jane joked, the setting sun sprinkled golden light on her side face and softened the facial features, her every move was gorgeous and dignified, no matter how deep in her eyes Sadness and nostalgia can't hide her demeanor.

The man couldn't help but chatted with Jane a lot in front of the painting.

Finally, Green asked, "May I know your name, sir?"

"My name is Andrew. Ma'am, I thank you very much."

Jane turned her head to look at him hoping to hear the following,

"I think I have a goal for the future."

JaneGreen sighed, "That's all I can remember, could he be the murderer?"

** Patted her on the shoulder reassuringly, "We will find the right answer."

After sending Jane Green away, the bau team continued to discuss the new clues in hand.

Morgan called Gracia to find Andrew who matched the profile in Officer Howard's area, but the bad news was that they had more than a dozen suspects.

"He's still wearing last year's old suit, so he doesn't have much money, and he will be even more destitute if he hasn't continued to work in the past three months." Oliver thought while staring at the wind-blown sticky notes beside the long table .

"He and Dr. Moore are not colleagues, so there will be a meeting after they haven't seen each other for many years and Andrew will choose this victim." Hotch paced around the table, "Morgan, ask Garcia to check Dr. Moore's credit card account. Nothing out of the ordinary."

Garcia quickly wrote back, "No bug can escape the Queen's net, Dr. Moore is clean and there is no major account abnormality, but there is one interesting thing. He paid in a restaurant two months ago, But the credit card used to order the meal belongs to another person.

"I continued to check and found out that the credit card holder was a man. Since Dr. Moore is not gay, I think this is the person you are looking for, Andrew Gerry. Former alumni of Dr. Moore. Worked in a pharmaceutical company, There were some unlovely accidents in the company's research lab, Andrew's eyes were corroded by strong acid, and the company not only didn't pay the medical bills, but also fired him."

Garcia reported Gerry's current address.

"Pack up your weapons and get ready to go." Hotch gave the order.

Bau and field police officers were blocked at the entrance of the police station by reporters.

"May I ask what is the cause of Miss Anna's death? Is it torture?"

"Will the murderer continue to choose Hollywood beauties?"

"May I ask if Miss Anna was raped before she died, and the knife marks on her chest were the murderer's desire to vent her desire?"

"What is the relationship between this gemstone collector and Ms. Jane Green?

It's really great, even the names were taken out in one morning, the fighting power of these uncrowned kings should not be underestimated. Oliver silently blocked the microphone that was about to be stuffed into his mouth.

"The murderer this time, the jewel collector you call is an extremely vicious and perverted killer. Any actions of him may anger him. I can't guarantee that you can guarantee your personal safety after wantonly writing about his deeds." ** Skillfully directing the attention of reporters to other directions accompanied by a certain threat of force.

She gestured to the other team members, indicating that the comrades should break out of the encirclement first.At least that's what Oliver thought, and he acted on it to escape the clutches of the reporters.

Morgan kicked open the door of Andrew Gerry's rental house.

"fbi!"

Morgan and Hotch walked ahead and quickly checked out the small rental house.

"Safety."

This also meant that Andrew was not here, but the formalin and resin hardener found in the house was enough to prove that Andrew was the murderer, as well as the knives and polishing tools.

Andrew gouged out the eyeball with flesh and blood, and slowly removed the flesh and blood on the surface of the eyeball with these fine knives, leaving only a crystal clear eyeball.

But the most urgent task now is how to catch him.

"I think he's off to find his next prey, and he wrote 'Soon I'll present you with the most beautiful pair of gems, and death can't let it escape,'" Gideon said.

"Death can't let it escape. If it refers to Anna's abandoned eyes, wouldn't he break into the evidence room of the police station and snatch them back?" Oliver's words broke the serious and calm atmosphere.

Hotch gave him a look, serious.

Oliver pursed his lips, "I wonder if Anna has any siblings or sons and daughters?"

Anna's parents can directly rule out that gem collectors also have strict age requirements.

The police officer who came to go out with her mentioned, "She has a younger sister, Rona, and the two of them look very similar. Unfortunately, she is not as lucky as her sister to become a supermodel. She is still a resident singer in a bar."

The police car roared away again.

Oliver glanced at his watch, it was [-]:[-], "If Rona is working in a bar, she won't be home at this time."

Gideon looked up at him, beckoning him to continue,

"Staying in the bar all night and sleeping during the day is the opposite of most people's life pattern. I think she missed the news on TV."

"She doesn't know about her sister. Maybe on the way to the bar, maybe at the restaurant." Oliver leaned back in his chair, "Why don't you call her and ask? I think Garcia can find out. "

The others were obviously taken aback for a moment, and then all showed expressions of approval. The Bau team seldom directly called the next identified possible victim. Oliver couldn't understand it. Could it be that at this time, the mobile phone has fewer functions and everyone doesn't like to use it?

Garcia quickly gave feedback, "This is the phone number, remember it. Oh, this girl is so beautiful, with smoky makeup and big red lips, she looks like a fierce little wild cat. You must save her."

"Of course we will."

Hotch dialed Rona's phone, "Ms. Rona, this is FBI Agent Aaron Hotchner, we now believe you are in danger, please tell me your location."

Loud music and vague chewing sounds came from the other end of the phone, and after a while of paper rubbing, Rona replied: "Why should I trust you?"

"Ms. Rona, please take a look at the news reports this morning. Your sister Anna has been killed, and your situation is equally dangerous."

Rona fell silent after hearing the news of her sister's death, and tapped the table with her slender nails, "Will he attack me in public?"

"This is a serial killer. You are his last link. He will do whatever he can to complete his mission. I will now describe his appearance to you. Please pay attention to whether there are similar people around you."

"Caucasian male, between 35 and 45 years old, wearing old clothes, he may be wearing sunglasses to cover his eyes."

"I saw it, but he wasn't wearing glasses, and the scar on one of his eyes is ugly!" Rona tensed up suddenly, breathing rapidly.

No glasses?Oh, yeah, why are you wearing sunglasses?That would hinder the judgment of the magnificent color of the gemstones.

"Ms. Rona, don't panic, please try not to stare at him, don't provoke him, tell me your location now." Hotch's voice was serious and deep, but with a gentle breath to comfort Rona.

But for a person in danger, comfort through a mobile phone is difficult to work, and it does not give people a sense of security.

Cold sweat broke out on Rona's palms, she couldn't help herself to observe the man who was walking towards her, at least she could resist quickly, she comforted herself like this and didn't listen to Agent Hotchner's advice.

But how can a woman like her who is upside down day and night and has irregular meals have enough physical strength to resist a strong man, not to mention that he still holds a shining silver needle in his hand.

"I'm in Hender... Ah!" Rona screamed, and the phone fell to the ground and was crushed.

The unique sound after hanging up the car echoed in the car.

Andrew had held Rona hostage, and said he wasn't going to kill her right away, but they didn't have much time left.What's the difference between gouging out a girl's eyes and killing her?

Gideon asked the local police officer who was in the car with them, "Where is Hender?"

"That's a street, very close to here," he said with a bitter face, "but if Ms. Rona is in the restaurant, things will be very troublesome, almost all restaurants on Hender Street."

"Did you hear the music in the restaurant?" Hotch asked.

"Well, it was noisy, and I heard papers rubbing against each other," Oliver replied, "I think it's the paper that wraps the hamburger?"

"It's a fast food restaurant."

"Most fast food restaurants will install glass walls to attract customers, and we can find them soon."

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