[Zhongyingmei] That snake

Back at the police station, Oliver poured himself two or three glasses of white water from a paper cup to wash away the sweet taste of cocoa in his mouth.

Back in the office, Reid circled the map with a pen, talking to the team members.

"The area of ​​this residential area is not small, and there is a long distance between the victim's residence and the route he often passes. The victims selected by unsub all have criminal records, and the neighbors of the victims will often talk about these things .”

"There are only two ways for Unsub to get this information, either he walks through these streets and alleys every day, such as taxi drivers, newspaper deliverymen, cleaners; or, he works in the police station."

Upon hearing this, Prentiss watched the police officers coming and going outside the office through the gap in the shutters.

"Prentiss," Gideon called to her, "do you remember what happened to the corpse?"

Prentiss nodded, "The victim had large bruises on his knees, bruises on the palms of his hands, and bruises from confinement on his wrists. Unsub committed the crime outdoors. He forced the victim to kneel and was raped by him, and then Shooting in the back. He insulted his victims without looking them in the eye."

"By making the victim kneel, the unsub puts himself in a position of strength, and in most sexual cases, the image that the unsub plays at the time of the crime is closely tied to his sexual fantasies," Gideon said.

"Besides, the forensic doctor gave us the autopsy report of the first three victims." Prentiss showed an unbearable expression on his face, "The first three victims were mutilated while they were still alive. Do you know that they were cut in half? The victims were cut in half , was shot in the head after losing a lot of blood."

"Then he doesn't need another shot," Morgan said.

"Dismember the victims, make them suffer, scream, and beg for mercy, but when they lose too much blood and are no longer able to please the unsub with fear, a shot in the head is the last bit of beauty." Oliver shook his head, "But when they commit crimes again , he was shot first, then dismembered. Maybe he was old and lacked strength."

"He's a narcissistic killer who wants to project power and control," Hotch said, "but in real life he doesn't have that power."

"So he stopped committing crimes for 16 years," Hotch thought of something, and asked Sheriff Sam, "When did the last sheriff die?"

"He passed away due to illness half a year ago. He was a respectable sheriff, and the police station held a very grand funeral for him." Sam said with a little regret, "After his death, the ruthless sleeper began to commit crimes. So he stopped committing crimes because the previous sheriff tracked him down?"

"Yes," Hotch nodded, "unsub knows the sheriff."

"How?" Sam exclaimed, "As far as I know, the old sheriff's family is well-off. If the unsub really lived in that residential area as you analyzed, they would never have the chance to meet."

Gideon looked at Sam and threw him a big cock, "unsub works in the police department."

"Then what should we do now, to notify all the police stations that there is an insider?"

"No, this will stimulate the murderer," Gideon said, "You are investigating this case, but he shows no signs of stopping, which means that unsub is not afraid of you, and it is easy for him to start killing people now."

"Sheriff Sam, how many officers in the department live in this residential area?" Morgan asked.

"There are quite a few, but," Sam frowned recalling the list, "they're all young people in their twenties, so it's not the right number."

Morgan and Hotch looked at each other, unsub is not a police officer, but there are still many positions left to be checked one by one.

"I called Gracia and asked her to compare the police department staff information," Morgan said.

"**, prepare for the press conference and release the profile to the public." Hotch nodded.

"What is the content?"

"Post profiles and remind women to be safe, he won't stop."

"The unsub is a black male, between the ages of 45 and 65, residing in this black housing complex."

"In everyday life he is not dominant, even vulnerable. He seems helpful and not dangerous."

"His killing targets are young black women, mostly sex workers and drug addicts with poor reputation. Please pay attention to the safety of women in this area and don't go out alone at night."

"If you have any leads, please call the Los Angeles Police Department."

"Morgan, my knight, I have something unpleasant to tell you."

Morgan got a call from Gracia, turned on the speakerphone and put it on the table.

"Babygirl, tell me, have you found relevant information?"

"I found seven people who fit the description from the electronic system, and I've sent them to **, but~" Gracia's voice changed tunes like singing.

"I checked their salary expenditure details, and it didn't match the personnel information in the electronic file. I guess they still use paper files for some of their personnel information."

"How incomprehensible, this is Los Angeles, which is in the same state as Silicon Valley, and the electronic system of the police station is so imperfect." Gracia complained, and she was about to criticize the Los Angeles Police Department as a caveman's cave.

"Thanks, sweetheart, we primitives are going to check the paper files."

"Looking forward to your good news."

Morgan hung up the phone and looked at Reid, who was sitting beside him rocking the swivel chair, "So, Reid?"

Without Morgan continuing to speak, Dr. Reid, a young genius who reads [-] words per minute, looked back with innocent eyes. "Well, leave it to me."

Oliver, who spent the whole afternoon in various documents, also wanted to criticize the police department like Gracia, which is probably a world that Pangu had just created.

A large part of the personnel data of the last century has not been entered into the computer, but Unsub started committing crimes in 1988, the bau team can only process these data obediently.

Oliver misses the era of smartphones and the Internet very much. However, Oliver has seen Spider-Man in New York, so Iron Man is about to appear, and he really wants to go to some high-tech.

The Bau team are all mortals, not those robots from Stark Industries, so when it's time to get off work, they still need to eat and sleep.

The Bau team chooses a Chinese restaurant, but Oliver is not interested in it.

"Don't you like Chinese food, Oliver?" ** asked.

Hotch raised his head when he heard the words, he remembered that Oliver's Chinese cuisine was very good.

"I like Chinese food, but," Oliver couldn't help shaking his head, "the food in this restaurant is too unauthentic."

For the sake of the Land God and the Kitchen God, Oliver still can't understand what misunderstanding the chef of this restaurant has about Chinese cuisine.Add salad dressing to the roasted corn, Sixi Yuanzi is sweet and sour, and there is no pineapple for sweet and sour pork.

"If I have time, I will cook and treat you to an authentic Chinese meal. All the recipes I found on Huaguo's social networking sites."

"Oliver, do you understand Chinese?" Prentiss was curious.

"Slightly understandable." Oliver replied.

"You are amazing. Chinese is simply the most difficult language in the world to learn."

"Actually, Chinese is not difficult to learn. According to statistics, the vocabulary mastered by third-grade students in Huaguo is enough for them to read newspapers. There are about [-] common Chinese characters, while English common words—I mean If you want to read major newspapers with a certain degree of professionalism, at least tens of thousands of words."

Reid seemed to be unable to stop when he opened his mouth, "The reason why we think Chinese is difficult to learn is because English is phonetic, while Chinese is ideographic, and the conversion will take a lot of energy."

"Do you speak Chinese, Reid?"

"I can read most everyday words, but I can't speak them. That's what's so special about ideograms."

Prentiss poked Reid's face in amazement, "This robot is so realistic!"

Reid dodged the attack less nimbly.

The hotel prepared for bau was very close to the police station, and Oliver, who was not full, went to a nearby supermarket to buy a bucket of instant noodles.

Sitting in front of the wooden table, looking beyond the steam in the paper tube, there is a silent night outside the window.

A street lamp was facing Oliver's window, and the orange light shrouded the empty benches and street trees under the lamp. The tree shadows were projected on the benches, shaking slightly in the autumn night wind.

As if a shooting star had passed by, Oliver's field of vision was filled with red again when the light flickered. Under the dark night, the dark red light condensed into a solid body like water vapor.

In the blink of an eye, the red world disappeared again, and the world was as silent as usual.

Oliver casually put on a windbreaker and went downstairs. He sat alone on the bench. Occasionally cars passed by on the street. The lights of the cars were dazzling but always white.

The speeding vehicle brought the cool autumn night breeze, Oliver squinted his eyes and leaned on the chair, the warm yellow street lamp light made him tap the iron armrest of the bench with his fingers happily.

There was a slender black woman across the street, Oliver didn't care about that, what he cared about was the figure following the woman.

He was wearing a gray hoodie, hunched over, covered his head tightly with the hood, put his hands in his pockets, and his right hand seemed to be holding something.

Oliver sat across the street, his eyes wide open, even his forehead lines were speechless for this young man.Dressed like this, I'm afraid that others will not know that you are a criminal with a gun?Committing a crime near the police station, is it pride or conceit?

Although the efficiency of the local police station in solving crimes is worrying, in a big city like Los Angeles, the speed of police dispatch is absolutely conscientious in the industry. As long as he dares to shoot, he will be arrested, and he can't run on four wheels.

Oliver got up and walked across the street, who made him an FBI agent now?