[Zhongyingmei] Big Tengu

Donald Sanderson is an aging man.

When he was in his early twenties, he was imprisoned for killing his wife and daughter. He stayed in prison for 20 years, until Morgan appeared in front of him as a special inspector and handed over the last release slip for his bail.

By this time, the former guy was in his 40s.

People say forty without confusion, but Sanderson is very confused.When he was imprisoned, the only son left behind was only 4 years old, and now more than 20 years have passed...

The person standing at the door of the house tugged at his outdated old suit and gave a wry smile, not surprised by the heavy dust accumulated on the door frame.

—I'm afraid that child has forgotten his murderer father.

Sanderson gently pushed the door open, staring at the location of the sofa in his memory with dazed eyes, as if he could still see the scene of a young child lying on it and greeting him.

"Joshua..." He smiled subconsciously, his body moved uncontrollably, and walked around the coffee table as usual, but the moment he reached out to hug him, everything disappeared.

"Joshua, Joshua, Joshua!" Sanderson still kept reaching out, but his knees softened involuntarily, and he hit the ground heavily.Tears flowed down from between the fingers like a fountain, and hit the dusty floor, leaving mottled mud spots, like the last straw that overwhelmed the camel.

There were unknown voices buzzing in his mind, there were men and women, and the wailing made him dizzy, and there was a sound in his heart that seemed to be bewitching, making him stand up subconsciously, and followed The voice goes.

Everything that followed seemed to be fast-forwarded by someone.

Sanderson took out his gun in a daze, walked to a nearby house, talked with the owner, and then there were fights and bloodshed... When he regained consciousness, the person on the opposite side had been lying in a pool of blood for an unknown amount of time .

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"Is that what you want to say? The cause of Tom Whitman's death?" In the interrogation room, Morgan slammed the report of the Metropolitan Police Department on the table, crossing his arms and mockingly.

He didn't know Sanderson's mental activities before the murder, but according to the records, Sanderson himself called the police.At that time, he was lying on the sofa decadently, the blood belonging to the dead on his body soaked the cloth under the seat wantonly, and his eyes were full of scarlet.

The messy scene, the bright red blood, and the dead who fell beside him without any breath... No matter who looked at it, the fact couldn't be more obvious—he was the murderer.

"All of this is really easy to misunderstand." Sanderson lowered his head, his dull voice made it difficult to distinguish emotions, and he could only speculate from his body language.

His right elbow was leaning on the armrest of the chair, as if he couldn't bear the huge pressure, his whole body turned sideways, with a textbook-like rejection attitude, "But... I didn't do it."

"No, you did." Morgan leaned closer to him, his eyes fixed on each other's every little move, "I listened to your hypocritical lies, and I gave a vicious and perverted killer free, and the result was less than 51 hours. You have returned to your original nature!"

"Now it's my fault!"

"Morgan." Seeing that the little friend was in a bad mood, Daniel, who had been on the sidelines, shook his head, stepped forward and patted Morgan on the shoulder.

It is an indisputable fact that Sanderson, who was judged as repentant, killed someone as soon as he got out of prison. If Morgan was burned by anger and asked some inappropriate questions... This kind of mistake would make Daniel laugh forever.

Consciously letting Morgan go, Daniel, who could be rated as the best friend, turned around with a good feeling, and immediately burst out with traces of murderous intent: "You need to have a better explanation."

"It was he who wanted to kill me." Sanderson's posture remained the same, his eyes slightly opened upwards, the pain of death made him pay no attention to the stranger in front of him, and even ignored the cold breath clean and dry.

"You just stabbed the person who wanted to kill you just now," Daniel reminded lightly.

"He saw me, panicked, and almost killed me." I didn't know what was the key, Sanderson suddenly raised his head, his emotions suddenly became agitated, he leaned forward, stared at Daniel, and said seriously : "I said, I have no choice!"

"He didn't kill my family, but he knows who did it." Sanderson's brows almost twisted into plain words, and there was even a bit of a sickness in the narrative.

"You're right! Ha, I'm a murderer, and every moment I'm in jail I've fantasized about the death of the murderer of my family. You see, I've got to find him, catch him... I'm going to make He pays with his life!"

His chest heaved violently, and his fisted fingers were clenched vigorously, the fingertips had already lost their color.Especially the left hand, which was rubbed with red marks by the handcuffs during the struggle.

"So you found Tom Whitman?" Daniel squinted his eyes, scanning the end of the other's eyes, fingers, and everything that could tell his mental state over and over again, and asked tentatively.

Sanderson's reaction was too real. If these were all acting, then he had to consider the possibility that the other party was deliberately caught.

God knows!In the absence of hard evidence from the police, can this kind of acting be sent to prison?

With all due respect, even now, the police stations in various places are not so powerful.

"Tom was only seventeen or eighteen years old at that time," Sanderson pursed his lips, his deep nasolabial folds drew two arcs, and he felt inexplicably crying, "He and his friends tried their best to get close to him." My wife, and Carrie told him later, and they never came again."

"So Tom thought he was abandoned by your wife, and then pointed the finger at you?" Morgan tilted his head and analyzed slowly.

Carrie was stabbed more than a dozen times, which is in line with the situation of excessive homicide, but Sanderson, as her husband, was unscathed... If the motive of the crime is to punish the ignorant wife and revenge her husband because of jealousy, there is indeed a certain reason.

"Yes!" Sanderson stared at Morgan for help, "Tom... that night, I saw Tom's shadow. It was so dark that I could only see his shadow... and then I heard his voice !"

"Good morning, Mr. Sanderson", he murmured and repeated the sentence he heard most often in his memory, his eyes widened suddenly, "I will never forget that voice!"

How could you forget?Whenever he dreamed back at midnight, he would always repeat the nightmare of that night over and over again in his mind.

Two men—among them the bastard Tom Whitman—one killed his wife, the other knocked him out and killed his daughter.A woman's voice also appeared in the memory. She seemed to be hugging her son and wanted to take him away...Take him away...

"Let's go," Daniel sighed. The man in front of him had a hideous face, but his eyes were not even in focus. .”

Morgan also felt the same way, but the news of BAU's release of the perverted killer had already been overwhelmed by the media who feared the world would not be chaotic. The dual pressure from the outside world and his heart made his footsteps heavy and heavy. After all, he was unwilling to go out like this.

He opened his mouth and was about to say something, but the interrogation room suddenly lit up, and the light shone right on him, interrupting the unspoken words.

It was JJ, she opened the door of the interrogation room with a swipe, and the tone of her exit was full of excitement: "Garcia has found a person!"

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"Remember to thank your magic queen," Garcia clattered on the computer, with a slightly smug expression, "I checked Tom's juvenile records when he was young, and shoplifting was a big deal in those days..."

The ball pen in her hand flicked on the keyboard a few times, and she pulled out a woman's prison file photo, and then said: "So I checked the records, and guess what I found?"

"Mary Luca, a native of the capital, a woman arrested at the same time as Tom on the same charge."

However, the process of finding a woman is not smooth.

Just like what is repeated over and over again in TV dramas, the police are always one step late. When JJ and Rhett rushed to the address Garcia found, Mary, who had reached middle age, had fallen to the floor of her house covered in blood.

It seemed that she had been dead for a while, and the dark red thick blood was spread out in large swaths. The extremely efficient way of killing made her go without much pain, but her wide-eyed eyes still firmly reflected the shape of the ceiling, and she could not rest in peace .

Now Morgan finally doesn't have to worry about it anymore. Mary's death was too coincidental. Except for the murderer's explanation, no one wants a better explanation. Rao firmly believes that BAU has nothing to say in the unreasonable capital police department. .

For a while, even the noisy media stopped, watching the reversal of the situation in unison, like the calm before the storm.

Well, except BAU.

In fact, Morgan, relieved of the enormous pressure, is almost alive and well.In Daniel's words, the state of this big black man is so abnormal that he can compare with Magneto.

The imposing Morgan has indeed lived up to expectations.Chicken blood... oh no, hot blood soared, Hotchina had to avoid the edge for a while, obediently took the materials and walked to the meeting room, and the efficiency of the entire BAU was running rapidly.

Daniel, who witnessed the whole process with a dazed face: Meow meow? !