[Comprehensive Yingmei] I am not I do not have

Will looked a little depressed, Hannibal patted Will on the shoulder, and handed him an unopened bottle of mineral water. The surface of the frozen mineral water bottle was covered with a layer of white mist, and the water droplets dripped from the place where it was held. It slid down, and part of it remained on Will's palm, and there was a feeling of sweat along the texture of the palm.He lifted the lid and took a sip, the ice water cleared his mind, "Is it so hot now?"

"That's the only bottle left," Hannibal said.

Will screwed back the cap, holding the part of the bottle cap with his fingers to keep the water from soaking his palms, "Is there any news about the hangman's case?"

"I suggest that they still treat this as an individual case. Although there is the possibility of a cult group, personal traces are more obvious on the hanged man."

"I think the influence of the cult group thought by BAU on the hangman, like the Winchester brothers, started from childhood. Leaving aside the review method of cult cases, we are more likely to shift our thinking to family environment and personal experience. Found traces of the hangman."

Will tapped the body of the mineral water bottle with his fingers, and his brain was running fast to sort out the information he had obtained so far.

"He was not an only child, and the hangman's older brother or older sister didn't have much influence on him, and there could have been a big age gap between them, so the older brother left during his formative years. But the way older brothers educated their parents They did not have strict requirements for the second child, which is part of the reason for his willfulness, no... not parents, he has no mother, and he has no marriage, maybe the old things of the previous generation have affected him But the current living condition of the hangman gives him more freedom to carry out murders." Uncle Will frowned, "This is not the atmosphere that a family that creates cult ideas should have, it is too loose, that atmosphere It should have required intense paternal or maternal coercion."

"Or the control of incoming information in a particular setting," Hannibal said. "Ordinary public schools are not fit for hangers."

"He hasn't been to school."

"Detective Gideon believes that the hangman's childhood family was wealthy enough to be a governess, and in the United States, there are still old-fashioned traditional wealthy families doing this."

"You think it's a traditional family?" Will licked his lips, "It's not like that, it's a very receptive family...Maybe there's no mother at all, no There is a father and a son, there is only the teacher and the taught.

"The governess is not enough to satisfy the hangman's father, he taught him almost everything himself." Will glanced at his watch, "Hannibal, let BAU know about this, and look up about 20 years ago in Virginia, A super rich man with two children in Maryland, New York, or DC who has no wife or has not had many social activities may have some companies, but the companies will not be listed, or they may not be listed, but just pure property inheritance .And then try to look up the school records of the second kid, who didn't go to elementary school or high school."

"Ok. What about you?"

"I need to go to Jack and make a list of the psychology scholars who have been in contact with Abel Gideon. Hanging everyone will not do it so quickly. Abel Gideon is the real start Timing."

When Beverly came out of the alley and wanted to find Will, Will had already closed his car door. Beverly called him twice from behind, but Will didn't hear him.

Hannibal asked politely "What happened?"

Beverly's face turned black, "The police officer just now said that he saw a red-haired woman secretly taking pictures, I think it's Freddie Lautz. It is estimated that she will be able to see her about the Chesapeake tonight. Reports of Ripper victims."

"Then Abel Gideon might see it too."

Beverly nodded deeply, "According to Will, Abel may respond to the next victim in a few days. Let Jack take protective measures, Dr. Lecter, one of your colleagues has offended Abel Gideon There are quite a few people."

"Will has gone."

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After Will greets Jack, he returns to the Baltimore Chesapeake Ripper crime scene.

It was 11:30 p.m., and Will parked outside the alley, covered the gun strapped to his waist with his coat, and walked through the cordon alone.

Will saw the latest article on Freddie Lautz's Crime Revealed website, accompanied by this picture of the alley, with the title - The Ripper Showdown.

Abel Gideon's escape was not logically connected to this case, but when Freddie added such a title and blurred the timing of the two cases, the story was sensational enough.

But it gave Will a hunch that Abe Gideon would be here, just like him.What an amazing telepathy.He heard his own voice in his head mocking himself. The point of the ridicule was not this kind of telepathy, but that he knew that Abel Gideon might appear in this deserted alley. The man came running with a gun.

Will hadn't spoken to the Baltimore Police Department yet, and neighbors would always stay away from murder scenes at night.No one passes by here at all.

The bodies had been removed, but the blood hadn't been removed so quickly.There was a light on one side of the alley, but Will turned on the flashlight anyway.

The wind at night was no longer cold, but compared with the temperature on Will's cheeks, it still felt cool.Will might have a fever, or something, and he feels the heat on his forehead making his eyes a little dry, and the burning sensation in his head comes on so quickly that Will can't figure out why.

Will rested against the wall, shining his flashlight on the dried blood on the ground.The bloody smell still didn't dissipate, and rushed into Will's lungs together with the wind as if screaming, and he began to cough violently. With the movement of coughing, the circular aperture of the flashlight on the ground kept shaking.

He felt his throat sore, and the shaking of the white light circle gave him a headache.Will put the off flashlight back in his pocket, rushed out of the crime scene, and vomited while leaning on a trash can by the side of the road.

But it didn't make him feel better. The churning in his stomach stopped a little bit, but his head was still swollen. He went back to the car, opened the rear door and took a bottle of water. Splash cold water on your face.

The cold water droplets slowly became warm on his face, and Will felt a strange touch of water droplets evaporating.He closed the door, put his feet in the space of the back seat, and closed his eyes to rest for a while.

Until the sound of the driver's door being opened woke him up.But after closing his eyes and resting for a while, Will felt that his consciousness was even more blurred.

After the door was opened, a person sat in the driver's seat.Will leaned against the car window, but his forehead and back began to sweat crazily again. The man in front turned to look at him, a little surprised at his current state, but excited, "Agent Graham?"

A slightly unfamiliar name doesn't match the face of Mu Ke that Will saw.Will is no longer used to Muke calling him that.

Will closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the figure in front of him was suddenly in a trance, like a snowflake flying over the TV. The face of that person was similar to Jacob Hobbs and Abel Giddy En switched between two or three times, and changed back to Mu Ke's face.

Abel Gideon sat in the driver's seat and watched Crawford's most capable hound in a state of confusion that seemed to be having a seizure, and said with a bit of malice in his tone, "You look terrible. "

Sometimes, Mu Ke said so, but not in this tone.Will pressed his forehead against the cold glass, trying to cool his brain.

"drive."

Abel Gideon looked at the gun pointed at him in Will's hand, and at the steering wheel he was only holding in his hands, pouted, and started the engine.

He didn't know Baltimore well enough to know where Agent Graham wanted him to drive his car, but it wasn't the direction of the police station or the FBI building.If it was, Abel wouldn't hesitate to grab the gun and shoot that agent in the head, no matter how amusing he thought the agent's state was.

Abel Gideon finally found himself driving into a residential area, and when Will put a gun to the back of his neck and let him out of the car, he put up his hands in the air and yelled a few times.

It's a pity that he didn't get any response from Will, who was so angry that he was looking forward to it.

The owner of the house didn't lock the front door, and Abel pushed the door open, feeling the hard, cold feel of the muzzle of the gun on his neck.He wasn't worried, he didn't think the little detective was going to shoot.

Abel walked in and looked at the decoration in the room. This was definitely not the home of the little detective behind him.Abel was a respected doctor and had a nice house before he went to jail, until he smashed his wife's head off.

It was one o'clock at night, and the lights in the living room were still on, and Abel began to wonder who the owner of the house was.

But before that, he had one more thing to do.Abel Gideon turned slowly, aiming his gun as Will's hand shook, but Will's index finger didn't press down the entire time Abel Gideon turned to him trigger.

Abel Gideon grasped the barrel of the gun with his lowered hands, and pulled the gun towards him with a little force. To his surprise, Agent Graham was trembling, but not Let go.

"Give me the gun," Abe said in the same tone he used to speak to his annoying young son.

Will gripped the handle of the gun instead, his vision starting to blur.

"Son, give me the gun." Abel tried to be persuasive, pulled Will's hand off the handle of the gun, took the gun into his own hand, patted Will on the shoulder again, and pushed him back. Push, "Sit down on this couch."

Will took a few steps back in a daze, and fell down on the sofa.

Abel Gideon fiddled with the gun, tapping his fingers on the scratches on the target.

"Will?"

Will heard Mu Ke calling him from behind, yes, this is Mu Ke's voice, the voice of the man who took his gun was different from Mu Ke's.