[Variety Drama] Serious Nonsense

5 minutes after the post was sent.

2L-[XDD: Has Apple Pie Queen's account been hacked? ? ? ]

3L-[HeheDa: Shit!Whoever dares to steal our queen's account, let us join forces to hack him! ]

4L-[＿(:з」∠)＿: @黑皇后, Apple Pie’s account has been hacked, hurry up and watch! ]

5L-[APFollower:...]

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Who was hacked =. =?

Instead of getting valuable information, Flora choked on a mouthful of blood in her throat.

"Oh my God, you're here, I still want to find you!" Flora turned her head and saw Garcia rushing out of her computer room on low heels. Flora at the desk stopped immediately.

Flora thought that Garcia was worried because her brooch was found at the crime scene, so she twitched her lips: "Don't worry, no murderer will come to your door if you stay here."

"That's not what I'm talking about... Well, if it's okay..." Garcia looked at the busy FBI around him, and then at his own computer room, "Can you come in and accompany me?"

"of course."

As soon as Garcia walked into her computer room, she went straight back to the chair next to the computer, her hands were like motors running, and she tapped the keyboard quickly, and there was a long list of screens on the screen. "I'm sorry I have to work at the same time... My little apple pie angel, you shouldn't be hacked, right?"

Flora: "..."

Garcia pressed the call button on the landline at hand, and simply said: "Morgan, the list has been delivered quickly", then hung up directly, turned the computer chair, and faced Flora.Garcia could see the authenticity of the post from Flora's silence, the blonde girl looked a little nervous, pushed her eyes and asked, "My little apple pie angel, there must be a reason for you to post that post... …can you talk to your black queen?"

"Aren't you working...why did you see that post?" Flora answered irrelevantly.

"I've set a reminder to follow you, as long as you post, I will pop up the pop-up window." Garcia waved one hand and changed his tone, "It's not important, I just want to know if something happened to you, Flora."

— not calling her "apple pie," but calling her Flora.

Seeing that Flora continued to remain silent, Garcia was a little anxious: "Although I am not as good as those profilers, I can still see that you have something on your mind... Is it the "AP" that appeared at the crime scene? I saw it too, I know Sorry to say that, but I think you should tell Rhett about this, he..."

"Garcia..." Flora finally interrupted him, and then bit her lower lip.In the past, I didn't tell Rhett because I was afraid that he would be worried, but now it's not just that, if her suspicions come true, then she did all of this, how should she face it?What would Rhett think?

At this time, the landline rang again, but Garcia didn't pick it up right away. She looked at Flora seriously through the red-framed glasses, which made Flora have a new feeling for this blonde girl who was always a little bit unruly. the opinion of.

She said these words with seriousness and eagerness: "Remember the party? We have recognized you as one of us since then. You are important to Rhett, and Rhett is important to us, so not only because You are the "apple pie" of the "Black Queen", and you are my Flora. Although I don't know what happened in more detail, but even if you don't want to tell me, tell Rhett, okay?"

The door of the computer room was closed tightly. After Garcia finished speaking, there was only the slight sound of the computer fan and the constant alarm of the landline in the room.

Flora didn't expect that one of her posts would cause the girl to worry about her so much.

"Let's talk, the operator Garcia is at your service" Garcia finally answered the phone, ending the series of ringing, and the room returned to silence.

"Garcia, who is in charge of everything, is always away from the phone, just tell me what I'm looking for." Garcia turned the swivel chair upright and started typing on the keyboard again.

Flora stayed quietly by the side, thinking about Garcia's words.When Rhett suspected that she might have inherited her mother's paranoid psychosis, she stubbornly told him not to hide it from her, and now she did the same thing.

How should I put it, history is always surprisingly similar?

"Found it!" Garcia's voice woke her up from her thoughts, "I'll send you the address, hurry up and catch this heinous suspect."

"Found it?" Flora asked when Garcia hung up the phone.

"Yes, I was smart and quick-witted and I found the suspect's address, and the team members are rushing over there." There was no hint of excitement in Garcia's words, and she continued, "Now only your problem is left, my dear little angel Flora."

What kind of person can investigate single or living alone women without disturbing them, be put indoors without suspicion, and possibly learn about their routines so as to steal their belongings while they are not paying attention?

Reid suddenly woke up when he noticed the pile of express boxes at the door of the last crime scene that had not been disposed of.

"Morgan, ask Garcia to check whether these victims have ordered anything online recently or received a courier. I am afraid that the murderer approached the victim through this method."

Garcia's results showed that several of the victims, including Flora, had received couriers recently, and the courier for some of their items was the same person, a white man named Henry Baker, whose wife had met with her half a year ago. Divorced, but more than three months after the divorce, the poor woman suffered an accidental car accident.

"So he transferred his hatred of his wife to other women." Rhett analyzed.

"Garcia, is Baker's wife blonde and blue-eyed?" Morgan continued to ask.

"Bingo, unfortunately no extra points." Garcia said on the phone.

"Give us his address."

After the BAU locked the target, it rushed to Baker's apartment immediately, which was an old-fashioned apartment inserted in a pile of houses.

When the door was knocked open, the courier was kicking on the window and preparing to escape.

"Give up and run away, Henry Baker!" Several BAUs, including Morgan Reid, aimed their guns at him.

"You guys actually found me." He didn't panic at all, he could even be said to be very calm.

"Baker, your wife is dead, even if you have already been punished for betraying her, why do you want to kill other irrelevant people?" Morgan and Rhett approached step by step when he said this.

"Do you think this is enough? It's not enough." Baker shook his head and looked down at a photo in his hand.

Rhett knew this was a good opportunity, and he moved closer and tried to divert his attention: "I don't understand, Baker. What happened to the AP on the scene at the end? Didn't you just leave items before?"

"AP?" Baker frowned and raised his head, "I never left anything like that."

Rhett and Morgan looked at each other.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Baker suddenly jumped out of the window and nimbly shuttled across the roofs of the old apartment houses.Morgan climbed over the window ledge and tried to catch up, but was thrown off after jumping down an alley.

This is simply a great shame for this chocolate-colored handsome BAU guy who scored almost perfect in the physical fitness test.Are all couriers that good?

After the team members met, they began to analyze where the suspect would flee.

"He said 'it's not enough', so it's very likely..." Rhett stopped suddenly, with a worried expression on his face.

"Go to the next target." Rossi said.

This time Hodge dialed Garcia directly: "Garcia, is Lopez still with you?"

"What's the matter? Just after I told her that you were about to catch the murderer, she left."

The members of the BAU all tensed up and looked at Rhett in unison.

On the way to Flora's house, Reid received another call from Garcia.

"Red, although I promised Flora." Garcia sounded a little hesitant, "But I have to tell you something after thinking about it."

"Red, don't rush me, this car will fall apart if you step on the accelerator!" Morgan's voice came from the other end.

"Ah, I'm listening..." Rhett's voice sounded very bad, "What do you want to tell me about Garcia?"

"Actually, Flora's screen name is called AP for short. One reason is that she has been investigating a certain series of cases."

"The case?" Rhett frowned. He had never heard Flora talk about it.

"Those cases where the word "AP" is written on the crime scene... I don't know the details, but especially in the front, she is really wrong, Rhett, you have to talk to her." Garcia still omitted Regarding Flora's post, at this juncture, it's better not to tell Rhett.

Rhett was silent for a while, and pursed his lips: "Thank you, Garcia, I understand."

A series of cases with the letters "AP" on the scene?

At a sharp turn, Reid was almost thrown out, and the "AP" that appeared at the scene of the second Stanford University case suddenly appeared in his mind. At first, he thought it was a derivation of some kind of ritual fantasy of the original murderer, but now Doesn't seem to be the case?

Seeing Rhett's sudden silence, Morgan became a little scared. He stepped on the accelerator and the SUV accelerated again.

Fearing that Garcia would continue to question her, Flora left the FBI building when she learned that the murderer was about to be captured.

If the killer did the same thing again, and the target wasn't her, then she would be able to confirm her guess as to whether she was really listed as the next target, or if another herself "accidentally" left the brooch on the scene.However, he was caught.

Falling into self-doubt again.

When she returned to the door of the house and looked for the keys, she found that there were several missed calls from Reid on the cell phone that had been accidentally muted. Just as she was about to call back, she looked up and found that the door of the house was open.Pai walked out elegantly through the door that could fit half the width of a person's body, rubbed her trouser leg with his tail and let out a little dissatisfied cry.

Flora took out the anti-wolf spray from her bag, put her thumb against the nozzle, and pushed the door hard with the other hand, ready to turn around and run if she found anything amiss.What happened next was beyond Flora's expectation. On the floor that could be seen in the center of the living room, there was a bloody man lying on his back on the floor, with her fruit knife stuck in his chest, with blood beside him. It merged into one piece, and the edges flowed thinly and densely to form a series of solidified red lines, the thickest one was like an arrowhead, pointing to a two letters written in blood - AP.

She didn't know this man, and she had seen too many scenes like this from the photos. At this moment, she forgot her fear and approached him step by step.Applying what Reid told her, the blood of the corpse had been coagulated, and the death time was at least 7 minutes.

She squatted down, her long golden brown hair slid over her shoulders and spilled on her arms, she stared at the blood stain, as if trying to recall the words "AP" on the floor in her mind.Where was she 7 minutes ago?

The door behind her was knocked open again, Flora turned her head while maintaining a squatting posture, and saw Reid rushing to the front at a glance.

The author has something to say: In the next chapter, I will spread out a large part of the foreshadowing buried in the previous article.

If the code comes out, there may be another update today.

Seeing that some readers don’t understand, Flora doesn’t suspect that she is a murderer, but that she splits into a personality and starts to imitate the person who always likes to go around the crime scene after the killer commits a crime and leave AP behind.

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