[Variety Drama] Serious Nonsense

When Black Cat Pie was complaining about how her maid didn't come home on time to feed and shovel him, Flora's breath of relief was choked again.

The lady was successfully rescued, and the fbi stopped her car and took her away from the scene immediately. After the speed was lower than 80 mph, the vehicle did not explode as Flora said, and after a series of inspections, no bomb was found. This time it was a pretense.

Maybe it was true the first few times, but after planting the haze of fear on the citizens, the clever serial murderer didn't have to do anything more. They would be scared to death without bombs.

Even Flora couldn't help giving a thumbs up to this witty and cruel serial killer, and another slap.

An hour later, a car accident occurred on another section of the road. The owner of the car only dared to step on the accelerator after the intelligent navigation system gave a death reminder, and finally hit the isolation barrier and died on the spot.Bizarrely, the location of the crime this time was shifted to Virginia, very close to the fbi building.

I don't know if the fbi's successful rescue angered the serial killer. His target seems to have started to move to other states, intending to challenge the authority of the fbi.

The drowsy Flora was woken up by the new file sent in front of the computer. She poured out the cold lemon tea, and the moment she clicked on the picture, she seemed to be drowsy from a basin of cold water.

The scene was horrifying, with flesh and blood mixed with unrecognizable car residues, but if you look closely... She zoomed in on an inconspicuous vehicle exterior panel in the picture. Smudged two words - ap.

Even if it is seen by the police, it will probably be regarded as the handwriting of passers-by who were boring before the vehicle started.But obviously, this thing was wiped off after the car accident, otherwise it would not be such a coincidence that the words were preserved so completely.

—He's out again.

The bau team did not spare anyone to rush to the scene. They believed that the serial killer would choose the place he was most familiar with to commit crimes. He was somewhere in Washington.

"The perpetrator is a male between the ages of 25 and 35. He may be engaged in an ordinary job, but he must have a close relationship with computers. He wants to use this to gain attention from social media to obtain the highest desire for enjoyment, and it is also possible that It is to attract the attention of a specific individual. He will suddenly commit crimes so intensively not only because he is confident in his own crime methods, but also because he has an incentive, which is likely to be discovered recently that he has some serious disease. He does not Fear of the law or death, so we must catch him as soon as possible."

Flora was listening to the profile of the bau team on the other end of the phone, but her mind was subconsciously thinking about the "ap" in the car accident case the hour before.

"...Flora, did you hear that?" Rhett's voice pulled her out of her deep thoughts.

"Ah... sorry I was distracted, what did you say just now?" Flora glanced at Garcia, the blonde girl was still asleep.

"We need you to search for white males aged 25-25 living in the geographical profile range, engaged in computer-related occupations, and recently confirmed by the hospital to have some serious diseases."

After bau's technical support was temporarily changed from Garcia to Flora, Morgan handed over the position of liaison officer to Rhett with earnestness and earnestness.

Flora entered the fbi's huge personnel information system, and a large number of suitable people were screened out.

"It's not enough, give me something more." Flora looked at the dense name information on the screen.

"The raw material for the explosives produced by the perpetrator is the most common toluene trinitrate. This kind of substance can be easily found wholesale on the Internet. You can check the people who have bought this kind of substance in the past period of time, and then compare them. "

One night passed, and the sky outside was getting brighter.In the small room, several computer screens illuminated half of the room, and they were also reflected in Flora's tired eyes. Her hands wandered on the keyboard, and the time passed by every minute.

The bau team members on the other side waited anxiously. After ten minutes of long waiting, Flora's affirmative voice came from the other end of the phone: "I found it!"

The suspect is 35-year-old Ed Constance, an ordinary computer maintenance worker in a private company, who was diagnosed with gastric cancer not long ago, which is in the advanced stage.

On the way to bau, Garcia finally woke up.

Goldilocks woke up suddenly, then stood up frantically, muttering, "Oh my God! How long have I been asleep?"

"Fifteen hours, fifteen hours and five minutes to be exact." Flora clasped her cheeks with one hand, and looked at her with her head turned.

"ohmygod, I really..."

"Don't worry, the suspect has been found, and Bau is on his way to capture him." Flora interrupted her, smiling as she watched Garcia's expression of being at a loss one second turn into surprise the next second.

On the other side, Red and his team successfully surrounded the suspect's house and learned that the suspect had kidnapped the early neighbor a few minutes before the police car approached.

He said that bombs and surveillance cameras were installed on the four walls of his home. As long as he saw police or FBI personnel approaching him, he would detonate the bomb immediately.

So it became a stalemate.

But the suspect has only one condition, neither money nor freedom, he wants to see "apple pie".

"Apple pie? He does all these things just to eat a pie?" Morgan held the gun in his hand and leaned against the police car with the door open to prevent the exchange of fire.

Rossi, who was standing by the co-pilot's door, shook her head: "It's not food, it's a person. But he didn't say who it was. It's very likely that all he did was to get her attention."

Hodge stared tensely at the house with the curtains drawn: "Red, contact Lopez and ask her to find out who that person is."

Reid walked to a place where the police force was sparse, and called Flora: "Flora, did you say that your online name was "Apple Pie" when you met Garcia before?" His tone was very worried.

"Yes." Flora immediately had a bad feeling in her heart.

Reid glanced back at the team members, they all focused on the two-story red-tiled building whose walls might be stuck to the inside.He lowered his voice a bit: "Flora...the suspect asked to see "Apple Pie"."

no?Why does everyone want to see "apple pie" =. =

The "patient" wants to see her, and the "serial murderer" also wants to see her, *!

A post she saw while browsing the forum a few days ago suddenly flashed through her mind. The post had no content, only the subject: [Goddess of Apple Pie, please feel my fiery admiration and gifts for you. ]

She saw this kind of post a lot, and it was quickly overwhelmed by other popular posts, especially the discussion posts about the daring "gps bomb maniac" that quickly filled the first page of the forum's watering posts.

Flora took out her mobile phone and opened the forum, and quickly searched for this post that had been swiped to the sky. The person who opened the post was: edc——Ed Constance. (stan)

The uproar... gift?

"Spenser...it seems that the person he wants to meet is really me." Flora sighed before saying this, and Garcia who was on the side also came over.

One or two wanted to see her, what did she do?

"Garcia, I leave this place to you." Flora grabbed her phone and picked up her coat and ran outside.

"Wait a minute, Flora..." Before Garcia finished speaking, the door of the room was closed.

"Flora, do you want to come over? You are not on duty." Reid heard that Flora on the other end was about to come, "You just need to provide some information, and we will send a female agent to pretend to be the one he is looking for people."

Flora realized that she had acted too hastily when she hailed a taxi. That's right, that person didn't know her. The FBI only needed to find a random agent with relevant knowledge about rescuing hostages and pretend to be an "apple pie" to enter the house to have a chance to rescue the hostages. .but……

"I'm not sure. Based on your profile, do you think this suspect may be smart enough to recognize that you have found a "counterfeit"?" Flora reported the address to the taxi driver.Washington is close to Virginia, and it should take less than two and a half hours to get there by highway.

Reid on the opposite side was silent for a while, and then asked again: "Flora, is it possible that "Apple Pie" is a man?"

"I've never publicly stated my gender on the Internet, but Spencer, don't you all know that apple pie is..." She stopped suddenly, and she was stunned for a few seconds to reflect, "No, Spencer, you Can't go, he'll probably find out."

"Tell me about you... no, tell me about 'apple pie'." Reid did not respond directly to Flora's words, "The shorter the response time for hostage taking, the better. The longer it takes, the suspect The more impatient they become, the more dangerous the hostages will be."

"Spencer Reed, you can't do this!" This was the first time she gritted her teeth and said his full name. She knew what was in that room, a mental patient with terminal cancer who was fearless.

"Here, only I can remember everything you said verbatim in a short period of time, Flora." He said this very quickly, which seemed to be an indisputable fact.

The scenery outside was receding rapidly, this feeling of reluctance entangled Flora's nerves like a spark, she knew that even if she arrived, no one would allow a technician to enter the scene, even if she showed that she was "apple pie" It won't do much.

"Flora, I promise you will protect yourself." Reid knew that every second must be raced, and time was running out. He was both promising and urging.

Flora lowered her head, and the hand holding the phone was soaked with sweat and was a little wet.As if she had made up her mind, her low voice sounded from the back seat of the small taxi: "I understand, protect yourself, Spencer."

"Hey, what's wrong with your boyfriend?" Scott, a young taxi driver who had just been on the job for a week, was very worried when he heard the girl in the back seat calling.He always believed that a dedicated taxi driver should act as a cordial guide and talk to passengers about everything. Obviously he was wrong.

"Drive faster." She only replied a few words to him.

He glanced in the mirror and saw a beautiful girl with long golden brown hair and blue eyes.

"Oh, don't be like this, no matter how big things happen, you have to stop and look at the scenery outside the window and the people around you."

"..."

So this became the most memorable day of Scott's career. For the first time in his life, he drove the taxi so fast.The brown-blonde girl sitting in the back seat almost jumped to the front seat and strangled his neck to make him step on the gas pedal to the bottom, so he drove there in less than two hours after a two-and-a-half-hour journey.

Flora got out of the taxi but was stopped outside the cordon. She looked into the cordon but didn't see Rhett.

She waved at Morgan vigorously, and the handsome chocolate guy saw him.

"Spencer, how is Spencer?" Her voice trembled.

Morgan looked hesitant: "Lopez, don't worry... Rhett..."

"Tell me, how long has he been in there?"

"It's been almost an hour..."

*!If you promise her, you will protect yourself!

Spencer Read, don't let her see you walking in and carrying out!