[Comprehensive British and American] Entering the industry needs to be cautious

There were two Halberds of Destiny in the box that Gabriel opened, which were different in shape from the gun-headed Halberd of Destiny that Gabriel had obtained before. At first glance, they looked like rotten wood wrapped in iron.

But Gabriel really felt the power of the reincarnated Messiah's blood from the father God.

More mellow than a prophet.

Gabriel took out the Halberd of Destiny he got last time, put the three pieces together, and then raised his hand to brush it away.

A little golden light flashed in the white, and the three sections of the Halberd of Destiny, which were still rusty, fit together in an instant.

A five-foot-long Roman-style spear appeared under Gabriel's palm, which was exactly the original appearance of Longinus' spear, but with the antiquated feeling left by time.

Gabriel buckled the barrel of the gun with his fingers, and the long gun instantly took on a new look.

If it wasn't for Gabriel not forgetting to use an illusion to confuse the eyes of other people in the office area, I'm afraid this place will be fried right now.

Is this the gun of Longinus?

Looking at the long gun, Morgan felt that the world of science was getting farther and farther away from him.

But Morgan was still occupationally curious about why Lucifer sent someone to bring the Halberd of Destiny to Gabriel.

He has heard a lot of legends about the Halberd of Destiny. Just now Rhett also said that this thing has been contested by rulers of all ages.

Then, Morgan heard Rhett ask Gabriel if he really wanted to give this to the Messiah.

Who is the Messiah?

Messiah means the anointed one in Hebrew, that is, the person chosen by God, and its meaning is equivalent to the Greek word "Christ".

Jesus Christ!

Morgan was dumbfounded.

Converted to the bau case-handling mode, this is equivalent to giving the weapon that stabbed the victim to death as a gift...the victim who is not completely dead or reborn?

What a hatred!

Gabriel smiled silently.

At this moment, jj walked over holding the materials.Even Gabriel, who was not proficient in profiling, could tell that this was another case.

Gabriel waved the complete Lance of Longinus into Rhett's bracelet.

In the conference room, jj began to introduce this case.

"Five victims, all sophomores at Logan University, were found yesterday at 7:23 am in the Logan area of ​​New Mexico."

Looking at the materials in hand, the photos above show the victim's tragic death.

Four of them were almost completely skinned. The only parts that were kept were the skin of the throat and wrists, which avoided heavy bleeding and ensured that they were skinned alive.The remaining one was impaled on a six-foot-high wooden pole, inserted through the anus, passed through the intestines, and exited the mouth.Blood flowed from his eyes, ears, mouth and nose. After the local forensic examination, he did not die from torture but from mad cow disease.

"Mad cow disease, also known as human Creutzfeldt-Jakob disease, the lesions are mainly concentrated in the central nervous system, there are many bilateral symmetrical vacuolar degeneration with hypertrophic shape cells in the brain stem, and the neuropil in the gray matter area of ​​the midbrain presents characteristic spongy degeneration."

Reid frowned, and continued: "This is a disease with a very high mortality rate, almost reaching [-]%. But the onset period of this disease is between two weeks and twelve months, and the patient is At the time of the onset, symptoms such as systemic neurological symptoms, insanity, mania, etc. will appear. If the victim had the onset of illness and died yesterday, then his previous symptoms were already very serious, and I don’t think he can normally go out with his classmates in the suburbs Weekend at the villa."

"oops..." Morgan also turned to the page of the autopsy, "the brain was seriously damaged, and the forensic doctor estimated that the time of death was before the other four victims."

Holding his chin, Gabriel clicked some materials, and said, "There are many ways to completely destroy the brain, and it may not be that you really have mad cow disease."

Gideon muses: "The massacre in New Mexico, this place is Indian land."

Reid added: "These ways of dying are Indian rituals of war."

Hodge closed the folder and said in a deep voice, "Let's go!"

-

Logan area, New Mexico.

After getting off the plane, the local police car was already waiting outside the airport.After about an hour's drive, everyone in bau arrived at the suburban villa where the murder happened.

Gabriel, who got out of the car first, frowned, then he turned around, and raised his hand to stroke Rhett's forehead before Rhett got out of the car.

Morgan whistled.

Reid raised his hand to cover his forehead, and said, "Gabriel, why did you seal my power?"

Gabriel rubbed Rhett's hair and said, "I'm afraid you'll have a headache."

Reid was taken aback for a moment, and said, "Very serious?"

Gabriel shrugged and said, "I didn't see those five people, but..."

Gabriel glanced at this vast and empty land, the deserted land, and the towering mountains in the distance.For others, this is just an ordinary city in the southwestern United States, and the Indian tribe rebellion was just a piece of history dotted on this land.

But for Gabriel, when his feet stepped on this land, he felt the deep hostility and the constant wail and curse of the evil spirits who would not rest in peace.

Together with this land, they cursed the outsiders who invaded this land and slaughtered the people of this land wantonly.

Gabriel held out his hand, and the wind ran through his fingers.

He said indifferently: "Even the wind blowing across this land is cursing the invaders."

True hatred will never dissipate with the passage of time, it will only be turned into bitter wine by time.The so-called forgiveness is nothing but the generosity of others, because the dead will not rest in peace because of the understanding of the living.

At least, that's what Gabriel saw.

Everyone in bau, who understood what Gabriel meant, fell silent for a moment.

The bau team checked the inside and outside of the villa silently and quickly, and the conclusion they reached was not much different from what they had discussed in the conference room before.

The soul of the victim does not stop here.

Gabriel and Rhett stood in front of the wooden pole that impaled the victim outside the house. Twenty-four hours had passed, and the victim could not stay on it.The blood had seeped into the inside of the wooden pole, and the whole pole was almost dyed dark red.

"Huh?" Rhett seemed to have discovered something, he squatted down and looked under the wooden pole carefully, and then stretched out his hand.

And Gabriel held Rhett's outstretched hand very naturally, and then shook it, the sand under the wooden pole began to rush aside, as if an invisible hand was digging the soil.

Gabriel: That's not what his Spann's hands are for!

At a depth of about ten centimeters below the sand, a pile of about twenty or thirty black beetles appeared in the sand, densely packed together, motionless, obviously dead.

Gabriel's face turned slightly blue, it's so disgusting!

Rhett took a napkin from his bracelet and picked up a worm through the napkin.

"Dung beetle?"

It is not surprising that there are dung beetles, which are found on every continent except Antarctica.This kind of insect lives in animal feces and has the title of natural scavenger. It is considered a beneficial insect.

But such a mass of dung beetles died beneath the pole that had penetrated the victim to a depth of exactly the length of the pole in the ground... It was hard for Rhett not to connect the weirdness of the two.

Reid stood up, stopped a policeman directly, and said, "Take these bugs for testing."

"...Yes, Dr. Rhett."

On the other hand, Garcia also helped them focus on a more radical local Indian man, John Blackwolf.He used to be a member of a militant organization called IRM, and his father died in a shootout with the FBI.

His local identity is a policeman.

Bau quickly ruled out John Blackwolf as a suspect, and with his help determined that the rituals were not performed by Apaches, or even Indians.

Every ritual of torture has a specific meaning, but these rituals of killing do not belong to a tribal ritual.

It was a crude and confused imitation, not something a real Indian would do.

At the same time, in the desert of New Mexico, known as the land of death, two people were running.

To be precise, a man was running with a woman on his back.

The woman's right calf was bloody from a gunshot wound.Fortunately, the bullet did not lodge in the bone, but went straight through the flesh.The bleeding was not severe, but it also made her unable to walk freely.

Zoe Caden leaned on the man's back, bit her lip hard, trying to suppress the whimper in her throat.

Zoe Caden is a beautiful girl, even though God took away her ability to hear and speak when she was about to be born, she still went through college strong.Confident, optimistic and compassionate, she has a boyfriend of four years who recently got engaged.

She drove alone from California to New Mexico to find her boyfriend.

But when she was driving through the state highway, she saw an off-road vehicle first hit and killed an Indian, and then came towards another Indian covered in signs of abuse on the road.

Zoe Carden couldn't just watch what happened, she stopped the car and helped the Indian to the car.But she overestimated her mobility, and she failed to drive before the car came.

So the Indian was killed, and she was captured by the demons.

Just when she was struggling and being dragged towards the off-road vehicle, a black Bentley happened to drive by and stopped directly beside the off-road vehicle.

These people who took pleasure in killing Indians were desperadoes, and they didn't mind killing one more person at all.

A glimmer of hope surged in Zoe Caden's heart, but she was also worried that this person would also be murdered by these people.

However, to everyone's surprise, the door opened and a person got out of the car, but he was not the decent person they thought.

The man who got out of the car was wearing a t-shirt and jeans, with whiskers and a cowboy hat askew on his head. He looked like a libertine, and he seemed no different from these people .

One of the four who had just tortured and killed two Indians whistled and said loudly, "Brother, this car is not bad."

The man leaned against the car door. He turned a blind eye to the blood and death in front of him, but instead showed interest in Zoe Caden, whose calf was bleeding all the time.He raised his eyebrows, showed those people a look that everyone understood, and said very frivolously: "It's so-so, I think your luck is good, you are a good guy."

There was a burst of despair in Zoe Caden's heart. She thought this person was the same as these people.

The man introduced himself as Lucian, he had some business on hand, and he came here to avoid the limelight.He has always wanted to talk to the boss in this area, so he found this place.If they are willing to accept him to temporarily avoid the limelight, he can help them sell this woman for a good price, he has connections and so on.

Trey Stanfield hasn't made a statement yet, and his group of brothers who have been following him are a little moved.

Still, Trey Stanfield declined.

He likes fun more than money.

Rather than selling this woman, he wanted to have fun with her.

However, he found this Lucian quite pleasing to the eye, with a shrewd look, so he directly decided to let him join them temporarily and enjoy the fun.

Lucian tactfully contributed his sports car of unknown origin.

Just as Lucian was sitting in the driver's seat, those men pulled Zoe Carden by her hair and threw her into the car.A man named Quinn grinned and touched the car door, saying that he wanted to have an addiction to driving a luxury car, and when Lucian asked Lucian to give up the driver's seat, Lucian suddenly raised his head and sneered at them, and he backed away directly to let Quinn I stumbled.

Then Lucian stepped on the gas pedal and rushed out.

At this time, they didn't know that they were teased by that Lucian!

Trey Stanfield roared angrily, and a group of people drove after him.

Of their group, Jed was the local policeman, and he used to say that he was the law here.

They regard Indians as pigs and dogs, and take pleasure in slaughtering Indians. It is thanks to Jed that they have not been suspected by the police.

But if there is real evidence, none of them can escape!

Murder is murder, not the slightest bit differently because of their racism.

Therefore, they must not let those two people leave here alive.

This group of people raised the speed to the highest speed, but they also knew that the performance of their old car was far from the Bentley in front.Trey raised his gun directly and fired six bursts at the car.

Otherwise, fate is unpredictable. Seeing that Lucian and Zoe were about to escape from the clutches of those people, Trey's shot hit the rear tire of the car, causing a puncture.

Lucian's car was already at the highest speed, and when a tire blew out, the huge impact directly broke the balance.Lucian held the steering wheel tightly, trying to grasp the direction.Although the car rushed out of the road and rushed into the sand, but fortunately, the car did not roll over.

That’s why Lucian had to flee for his life with Zooey on his back.

Although he was completely able to abandon this woman and run for his own life, after he knew what those scumbags would do to her, he couldn't just watch her suffer.

He cleverly shuttled through the area where cacti were densely distributed, which forced the old black off-road vehicle that was chasing after him to stop outside, and those people got out of the car and chased after him aggressively.

Lucian was nimble, even with a person on his back, he still left the group of people far behind.Seeing that the town was right in front of him, and he was about to rush into the town for help with his people on his back, a voice sounded.

"hello."

Then the next sentence is-

"Bite him."

With a simple sentence, a sense of crisis emerged that made Lucian's hair stand on end.He turned sideways almost subconsciously, and a black strip rushed out, opening his mouth and biting his neck.

His eyes suddenly widened a little, and there was severe pain.

A cold liquid flowed down the fangs and into his veins.

Lucian fell headfirst to the ground, and Zoe behind him fell to the side.But he couldn't move, his body twitched, foam gushed from the corner of his mouth.His chest heaved violently, but he couldn't breathe as easily as usual.

"Ho... ho..." He opened his mouth and breathed hard, but couldn't say a word.

This appears to be a neurotoxin.

As if confirming that Lucian was no longer able to fight back, the cold thing that had been biting his neck finally pulled out its fangs.It straightened its upper body, and its appearance was imprinted in Lucian's eyes.

It was a tentatively considered black snake, with a body about three feet long, three fingers thick and thin, and a triangular head.But what makes this snake different from other snakes is that it has a fan-shaped periosteum next to its triangular head, which is very weird.

The black snake swished away, crawled onto a man's body in a meandering manner on the ground, and coiled up around his shoulders, with its raised head touching the side of the man's neck.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" Zoe Caden hurriedly crawled over. She looked at Lucian's bleeding neck in a daze. Toxins are definitely not simple.

Lucian, no, it should be Neil Caffery who is about to smile wryly.

This way of death was really something he had never thought of.

However, he didn't regret it - any bloody man would not turn a blind eye to such a thing.

If there was one thing he regretted the most before he died, it must be that he believed in mozzie and went to that auction to steal it.

It is one of the funerary objects of ancient tombs discovered by the US military in the former Mesopotamia and now Iraq.The treasures were sent back to the United States together with the mummy of the owner of the tomb, but the plane crashed midway, no one survived and the treasures disappeared.

In fact, they disappeared on the surface, but those treasures appeared from time to time in the black market.

The brass-colored ring engraved with a jackal's head that Neil Caffery couldn't take off on his left middle finger was auctioned on the black market in Las Vegas. It sold for tens of millions of dollars at the meeting.

In the five years of working with Mozzie, Neil Caffery has stuffed all kinds of famous paintings and artworks in their warehouse, and he has never missed it. Some guys who lost famous paintings and artworks don’t even know that their treasures have been taken away. Neil was dropped.

Little did they realize that the treasure they cherished in their treasure room was actually a Nick Caffery forgery.

In fact, with Neil Caffrey's ability, even if he does not take the path of counterfeiting and stealing, he can still occupy a place in the upper class as a connoisseur, scholar, painter, artist, etc. within a few years.

He's totally capable of that.

However, how can he get his favorite treasure in his pocket by following the rules.

Stealing was Mozzie's idea. He has always been obsessed with that thing, and the legends and history related to it have been studied in great detail.And when he heard that the thing would appear in the black market auction, Mozzie couldn't hold back his heart.

Neil Caffrey also won many battles at the time. Hearing what Mozzie said, he was also curious about what the legendary ring of curses looked like.

Of course, they won't move those goods before the auction, and they have to be prepared to make enemies with the underground black market in Las Vegas.In all fairness, they still appreciate a slightly more comfortable life, and do not yearn for the life of being hunted down.

Furthermore, this auction will recognize the post but not the person, plus the level of secrecy is quite high, they can completely wait for the ring to be auctioned before making a move.

In fact, such behavior can be said to be the norm in black market auctions.Some things, even if you have money to buy them, you have to be strong enough to take them away.

It's normal to be black and eat black.

The guest photographed was not tall, and his voice was clearly that of a teenager.Neil got close, won the other party's favor with a few words, and finally got him to touch the ring smoothly.

Then, the development of things is like a wild horse that has run free, out of control.

Yes, it's normal to eat gangsters in the underground black market, but the premise is that they don't get caught by the boss behind the black market.

Compared with provoking a big shot, Neil was even more devastated that the ring he was wearing couldn't be lifted off.

All in all, Neil Caffrey and Mozzie split up after having a pretty "wonderful" day.

He grew a beard, changed his identity, and came to a relatively backward place in New Mexico.

He was going to hide for a while, and when the momentum of the outside world looking for him was not so great, he would change his identity and go abroad.

What he didn't expect was that such a thing happened to him on the road, and he was fatally bitten by this obviously poisonous black snake.

Neil Caffrey sighed silently. He looked at Zoe Kaden and made several mouth shapes vigorously.

run!

Run as far as you can!

Zoe Caden understood, she stood up crying, and staggered towards the town.

However, within a few steps of dragging her injured leg, she was overtaken by those people.

At this time, the extraordinary speed of the snake venom caused Neil to completely lose his sense of body parts.

He closed his eyes and stopped breathing.

When the four people saw the man with the snake coiled around his shoulders, their eyes visibly flinched.

Jackson Cali stretched out his hand and rubbed Black Snake's head, glared at those people with displeasure, and said in a deep voice, "Calm down recently, don't ruin my plan!"

Trey Stanfield tries to explain: "We're just having fun..."

"Shut up!" Jackson Carley said coldly, "I don't listen to explanations! I just tell you, if anyone dares to ruin my plan..."

He didn't say any more, but the little black snake on his shoulder seemed to understand what he meant, it raised its body, and spit out the letter at those people.

The four should be, this Jackson Carley is a lunatic, or a lunatic with strange powers, they have to obey him, and they dare not resist.

The four of them glared at Neil Caffery's corpse bitterly. They had seen with their own eyes how poisonous that little snake was.Although they were warned for nothing because of his meddling, they really wanted to kick the corpse to vent.But thinking that exposing corpses in the wilderness in this area would become the dinner of wild wolves, and there were no bones left, so they grabbed Zoe Caden and threw them into the car without much effort.

On the edge of the town, only Neil Caffrey died of snake venom.

The wind howling across the desert seemed to grow colder.

-

In the small town police station in Logan District, everyone in the bau team was announcing the profile of the suspected gang, while Gabriel sat on the sidelines and watched his family Span talking intently.

Suddenly, there seemed to be a gust of wind blowing through the police station, bringing a biting chill.

Gabriel raised his head and looked straight in one direction.

In his eyes, strands of gilt gold emerged.

The breath of death, and the magic of darkness.

Is it a death knight?

Immediately, Gabriel withdrew his gaze without interest.

Gabriel had no interest in the death knight who was clearly ordered to beat but not kill.

Then, he glanced at John Blackwolf, the guy who had been staring at him like nothing since they met.

Gabriel looked at John Blackwolf like this, as if he was taken aback, he looked back suddenly.His lips moved, and he felt the unusually hot aura on this person, it was a blazing flame, it was the god of the sun hanging high in the sky.

Apache was born a child of nature, and John Blackwolf's ancestors were the witch doctors of the Apache family.Even though John Blackwolf didn't have all the abilities of the legendary ancestors, his senses were much sharper than other Apache people.

That man, made him want to worship.

John Blackwolf tried hard to control his feet. He was opposed to violence and bloody revenge against white people, but this did not mean that he could accept that he would kneel to a white man!

At this moment, a police officer knocked on the door and walked into the meeting room.

The test report of the pile of dung beetles came out.

Reid took the report and opened it, his face changed slightly.

Guessing is one thing, confirming the results is another.

After the other policemen left the meeting room with the profiling data given by Bau, Reid told everyone about the test report.

Morgan's eyebrows were all knit together, his throat moved, and he said slowly: "There are medullary residues on the mouthparts and body surface of dung beetles, and the source is... the brain of a human victim of Creutzfeldt-Jakob disease? It's not what I thought it meant..."

"In fact, dung beetles are omnivorous animals, and the scarabs used in the ancient Egyptian insect-eating punishment are dung beetles... Well, I won't talk about it." Rhett blinked his eyes, "This can explain why that The way the victim gets sick so quickly, it's not the brain damage caused by human Creutzfeldt-Jakob disease, it's the bugs that destroyed the victim's brain."

John Blackwolf's face changed. He grabbed the experiment report and read it carefully.

"What do you know?" Gideon asked directly.

"This is impossible..." John Blackwolf murmured, and then he quickly explained, "The black beetles are the messengers of nature and the servants of the gods. They only attack the sinners recognized by the gods!"

The corners of Morgan's eyes twitched. If it wasn't for the reshaping of the three views, he really wanted to complain: If the dung beetle is a servant of a god, is that god the god of excrement?

Hodge was thoughtful: "So, these dung beetles are the culprits that caused the victim to show symptoms of human Creutzfeldt-Jakob disease. Someone is manipulating these dung beetles to kill people?"

"No!"

Before the rest of the group could speak, John Blackwolf said firmly: "The black beetles are the servants of the gods, and only the gods can order them."

Gabriel glanced at the flushed John Blackwolf. He was originally angry at those people who pretended to slaughter the Indians. In his opinion, the slaughter was a symbol of stupidity and cowardice.But if this level of massacre was colored with divine punishment, his position would become confusing.

"In fact." Gabriel said, "Insects are the easiest things to manipulate among natural creatures, because they have no thoughts, only instinct."

John Blackwolf looked at Gabriel suspiciously.

"Just a hint." Gabriel shook his finger, and suddenly there was a buzzing sound from the window of the meeting room, and a large number of flies flew in, and then smashed to death on the glass without hesitation.

The sound of a fly crashing to death was very small, but a group of flies hit a glass in a suicide attack, and the scene left everyone present stunned.

Gabriel said nonchalantly: "I will not be responsible for the glass."

Everyone in bau is okay, they have actually seen the form of Gabriel Seraph, and the magnificent scene of the sword annihilating a large forest.This scene of ordering a fly to kill itself is nothing short of trivial, but the impact on John Blackwolf was unprecedented.

Especially since he had been faintly aware of his extraordinaryness from just now!

"Izana!" John Blackwolf looked at Gabriel in shock, and blurted out, "I knew it, yes, I knew it, I could feel it!"

He saluted Gabriel, put his forehead on the toe of Gabriel's shoes, and said reverently: "You are the messenger of light."

Otherwise, he would not have such pure light.

Gabriel waved his hand casually, and John Blackwolf stood up involuntarily.

After that, John Blackwolf never mentioned the issue of the black beetle messenger again. He rolled up his sleeves and focused on helping the bau team narrow down the scope and find the murderer.

He has identified someone who not only pretended to be an Indian to commit murder, but also forged a messenger of the gods to confuse them Apaches.

"The Indians are not considered heretics." Gabriel explained proactively, "The sun god these people believe in is the incarnation of the Supreme God of Light, and what they believe in is another form of God the Father."

Everyone in bau nodded silently, and then unanimously put aside the non-scientific side of this case for the time being.