[Zhongyingmei] Big Tengu

"I didn't...didn't do anything bad", the arrested driver fidgeted in the interrogation room, his fingers twitching nervously.

He kept changing the posture of his hands, opening and closing them, his slightly raised head protruded a pair of sincere but terrified eyes, and the words he said were a little pleading: "Everything is a good thing, it is a good thing...he is a good person...he did it Yes."

Back and forth.

"He was terrified," Gordon sighed and shook his head, looking critically at the people in the interrogation room.

This man's name is Steven Foster. Since he was caught, he has been flustered, biting his fingers constantly, and only knows to repeat the words "he is a good man...doing good things".If it weren't for the basic information displayed on the driver's license, BAU wouldn't even be able to ask the person's name.

He was like a taut string, about to break in the next moment.

"By us?" the police chief asked cautiously. The arrest of the unknown person made his previous "nothing to do" momentarily reduced to a pile of waste paper. dissatisfied.

More than 60 lives!The mayor has a big headache, and he, the sheriff, is naturally to blame.Anxious to get angry, he changed his previous impatience and wished that BAU would spend all day here, only hoping that the case could be concluded smoothly.

"No, it's an unknown suspect," Rhett kindly replied in the silence.

"Then..." The sheriff was about to say something more, but the eyes of the others had all turned to Morgan, and he had to shut his mouth sullenly, obediently pretending to be his mural.

The handsome chocolate guy who had just finished talking with Garcia strode around the partition, but there was only a headache expression on his face, "Garcia couldn't find any information about this guy except his name."

He picked up the glass and poured himself a glass of water, and then said: "There is no employment record, no tax payment record, no mobile phone, no sex...he simply does not exist."

"Where's the van?" Hotchner asked.

"The van is registered with a paper company in the Cayman Islands," Morgan spat. "The famous tax havens are all empty shells."

"That means we can only start with him?" Emily turned her head to look at the glass in the interrogation room.

"He has been helping the unknown suspect all his life." Gordon stared closely at Steven, his sharp eyes scanning every subtle movement of the other party. "The unknown suspect took care of him, raised him, and he provided new victims. .”

"That's why he is the only one in this world who knows how powerful the unknown suspect is," Daniel continued. "He is the only one who survived the hands of the unknown suspect."

"As the number of victims increases, the pathological torture and killing will intensify," Gordon's eyes were fixed on Steven's movements.

Hands with acquired spasms, head turning around like a frightened rabbit, and Steven with shrunken shoulders seems to be sitting cowardly, but he really wants to shrink himself into a corner where no one can see.

——That is the sequelae of long-term abuse.

"Do I need to hold a media conference to put pressure on the unknown suspect?" JJ asked. The task of dealing with the media has always been assigned to her, the foreign liaison officer.

"No." Gordon shook his head. "The public view may restrain the unknown suspect, but it is more likely to arouse his ferocity."

"This case is very important. We would rather believe it or not. We can't take risks," Daniel explained.

He didn't know how many similar things he had handled with Charles when he was at X Academy. There were always some students who were too deeply stimulated, and there were always some ordinary people who were too afraid. They had to be cautious.

"Then what should we do?" The sheriff quickly interjected, only by finding a place for himself here can he forcefully remove himself in the aftermath liquidation.

Whether it's sincere or forced, it's a good quality to correct a mistake when you know it, and it's a good quality to correct it quickly, isn't it?

"We can only start with Steven." Reid picked up the meager information that could be found, "pry his mouth open."

…………

Steven Foster had been in the interrogation room for an hour.

During the day, he brought back a dirty call girl in time, lazy and indiscreet, and there were always so many people on the road who shouldn't be there.

As that person said, these people are like rats that haunt the garbage dump, leaving nothing behind except dirt that can't be washed off, but this kind of garbage can't be removed no matter what.

Calculating the time, that garbage should be dead, and according to that person's request, he must bring back new prey on time.

But the police detain him!

Damn, how could he be detained!They should detain the rats that are spreading infectious diseases, instead of taking a volunteer to the police station, the former is what they should do!

Steven didn't wear a watch, but the conditioned reflex he had developed for a long time allowed him to accurately sense a specific point in time—[-]:[-] in the evening, the deadline set by his father.

His body trembled subconsciously, his legs pushed onto the beam of the chair, his hands covered his head to protect the back of his head, and he curled up even more, as if he was about to be beaten.

In the past countless days and nights, Steven, who was still not capable enough, spent a cold night like this.He didn't fulfill that person's request, so he should be punished, and the young child swore to work hard, and in the days that followed, this never happened again.

But today he failed again!

Steven stood up suddenly, the chair "creaked" and scraped the floor, and the handcuffs on the armrest of the chair rattled.

His heart was pounding, pumping blood all over his body, and the scorching heat prompted him to utter the loudest complaint of the day: "What the hell am I doing here? I didn't do anything! You have no right to detain me!"

"His mood began to fluctuate," Hotchina felt relieved, and the period of mood fluctuation is always the best time to break through the defense line, and the subsequent interrogation will be much easier.

"Can I try it?" Daniel suddenly wanted to try.

It has to be said that Daniel, who was already bad-hearted, turned out to be extremely bad. It wasn't enough to scare Steven unconscious in the car before, and he had to continue to scare him in the interrogation room.

"Go." Gordon nodded slightly when he saw Daniel's smiling face. Although he didn't know that Daniel was responsible for Steven's fainting, letting the arrester go to interrogation can always increase the excitement.

"Okay," Daniel snapped his fingers, winked at the thoughtful Reid, and briskly opened the door of the interrogation room and walked in.

The corners of Rhett's eyes twitched, and he finally understood the reason for Steven's bizarre fainting—it was you again!

On the other side, Daniel happily opened the opposite chair and sat down, resolutely ignoring the other person's almost twitching expression, and directly cut to the point: "You are going to tell me the name of the murderer, the location of the crime, and how the police will not touch you. Get in there with an alert."

"Are you crazy?" Steven was dumbfounded.

The guy opposite was indeed scary, but after thinking about it, it was probably just the lighting effect at night, and he wasn't that timid, so why should he explain everything.

"If I need it, you have to draw a map for me," Daniel continued, ignoring him.

"I..." Steven sat down abruptly, leaning his back tightly against the back of the chair, and folded his hands in front of his chest. It seemed imposing, but in fact it was a standard textbook rejection gesture.

"You hate him," Daniel didn't let him finish, "don't you?"

"Insulting you, looking down on you, treating you as a rat-like species," Daniel chased after him like a cannonball, "Of course, you are a bit more useful than rats, after all you can catch more rats, but that's all." Some use."

After staying in BAU for so long, his profiling ability is naturally not for nothing.

Steven lowered his head, he was really powerless to refute.

That person is his friend, but that person has never regarded anyone as a friend. He is paranoid and arrogant, and it seems that other people's efforts are taken for granted.

I still vaguely remember that Steven resisted when he was a child, but gradually, the refusal was filled with insults, and the resistance was overwhelmed by violence.

In the end, he finally completely became the opponent's puppet.

"You will tell us everything," Daniel saw Steven lowering his eyelids, knowing that the victory was in his hands, and hurriedly chased after the victory, "You screwed up tonight, he once told you not to attract the attention of any policeman, but you Fucked up again."

"Only you know how cruel he is, and only you know how severely you will be punished, but I can assure you that you who have committed such a big mistake will only be treated in ways you can't even imagine."

"You should be prepared, shouldn't you?"

"..." Steven listened silently.

It took him a long time before he made his last desperate struggle with a dry voice, "He...wouldn't..."

The voice was terribly weak.

"Look, you've already noticed it," Daniel smiled, with a sweet smile, but in Steven's eyes, he was the biggest devil.

"I will die a terrible death!" He suddenly raised his head, staring straight at Daniel, full of fear of the future and desire for survival.

"Unless we catch him," Daniel coaxes, a low end note with a playful rise that makes the poor suspect's heart skip a beat.

He shook his head desperately, his fingers twitched violently uncontrollably, and even his whole body trembled, like a fish in poor water, eagerly looking for a life-saving water source, but jumped into the boiling water by himself.

But in the end, he still struggled to get the result.

Facing Daniel's playful gaze, he finally opened his lips tremblingly: "Charlie...his name is Charlie Hokham."