[Comprehensive Yingmei] I am not I do not have

It was about decades ago. There was a 'Siren' disguised as a high-class cockroach and sneaked into the upper social circle of Paris.

Mu Ke misses a glass of red wine mixed with venom.And then had a bad memory...

For example, rushing to the Pere Lachaise Cemetery, after a certain German wizard finished his cult propaganda rally, he left a magic flame dragon for the British Aurors who were chasing him.

Under the resistance of the End of All Curses Realm, the flame that was about to destroy the entire city of Paris was almost extinguished, but the spiritual power accidentally leaked by the delirious Mu Ke re-gathered the flame, and the deep blue flame instantly glowed. Red, turned into a giant dragon and rushed to the sky, blasting several huge fireworks.

At least it didn't blow up in Paris, and the Père Lachaise Cemetery was not burned down because of the early launch of the flames—at least Mu Ke thought so at the time, but Yan Qing's face was ashen for a whole month because of this.

But the last time he heard about the 'Siren' was from Lekosia.

what is she doing?

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BAU conference room.

The conference room door was open, and Will knocked.

"Come in, Graham," Hodge said. "Dr. Rhett is doing geographic profiling."

Will nodded and took the empty seat next to Hannibal.

Hannibal explained to him in a low voice: "Ms. Garcia did not find any possible suspects from the search content you gave me that day."

Rhett was using a red marker to connect the places where the bodies were left on the map, but the two bodies in Pennsylvania and the case of Police Officer Hall who died in Iowa were temporarily put aside. into the line.

A blue line drawn in advance separates the crime scene in Virginia and the crime scene in Maryland into two areas.

Reid pointed to a point on the map and said, "This was a shopping mall five years ago. There was a lot of traffic during the day, but after one o'clock in the evening, few people passed by. The body was found in front of a shop on the side of the road. We of murderers choose to operate at night."

Reid marked a few numbers on the connecting line between the points to indicate the distance, "No matter where he lives, he needs transportation to reach these five places. The hangman's crime tool may be a rope or wire, It doesn’t take up much space and the means of transportation could be a car or a motorcycle.”

He also connected the three crime scenes in Maryland. The three points can be connected to form a triangle anyway, and the numbers are marked on the line. "The five crime scenes in Virginia are relatively balanced in distance from each other. , this one," Rhett changed to another black pen and circled a dot, "was too far from the other two crime scenes than the normal distance a hangman would choose."

"So I think the hangman's address may be in this area." Reid connected the midpoints of the three sides of the triangle, found a center and drew a circle around the center, and then cross-connected the five points in Virginia Get up, find the center, and draw a circle around it, "It's the same in Virginia."

"It's really residential," said Will, who was familiar with maps of Virginia and Maryland.

"And it's a wealthy area. It coincides with your previous judgment that the hangman's family is rich. I prefer that he owns a property rather than a high-paying job."

Will looked at the lines connected by Rhett, stood up thoughtfully, took a pen of another color to extend the line in the opposite direction along each point, and drew branches at the intersections of each road.Then he threw the pen back on the round table, and took a few steps back to see the overall situation of the map.

The connection lines are distributed in the roads and buildings of the city like irregular cobwebs.

"He's inspecting the city, or visiting." Will retreated to the back of the meeting room, looked over the round table in the center, and stared at the map, "Lacking the planning and purpose required by cult crimes."

"And he is in the residential area of ​​Baltimore..."

"I also live in this community." Hannibal made up for Will's pause, "Most of the real estate in it was built ten years ago, and there are very few residents moving."

Morgan heard the news and called Garcia, and took a photo of the points and lines Reid left on the map and sent it to Garcia, "babygirl, help me check the number of people in this residential area in the last 15 months. movement of people within the

"Real estate for sale," Will interrupted. "The hangman stays in one place for a long time, and he would never choose to rent a house."

"Okay, my magic wand is waving, any other keywords?"

"30 to 40, male," Morgan said, "previously lived in Virginia, probably owned a house."

"Hmm... well, there are fourteen people's information in my magic book, do you want to listen to it now, or continue to cross compare and narrow down the scope?"

"He has no marriage record and no children," Hannibal added.

"There are still three people left, Bill Anderson, Rochette Franklin, and Blanche Mu. The information has been sent to the printer in the meeting room. Remember to take it, my knight."

"Blanche Mu?" Crawford frowned and looked at Will.

Will leans his back against the wall.I don't know why, but he was a little nervous at this moment, "Yes, he fits the profile we just described."

"Is there something wrong with him?" Morgan asked, keenly aware that Will was not in the right place.

Crawford hesitated to speak, spread his hands, and looked away from Will, "BSU once brought him into the interrogation room."

"Does he have a criminal record?"

"Not at all. It was indeed a misunderstanding that time. He also fit our profile at the time, but in fact, the murderer was not him. He was the murderer's chosen target."

"How did he react to that?" Al asked.

"... very calm, like he didn't care, there was a serial killer who wanted his life. We found him outside, and the killer was at his house waiting for him to go back, and he was subdued by his friends before trying to carry out the murder plan gone."

"calm?"

"It's probably just his character," Crawford said, "and ... he does have a nighttime habit, and the guy who targeted him was a vigilante killer. We don't know why he was chosen to be the target." .His profile is clean, without any abnormalities."

"What does he go out to do at night, is it work-related?"?Hodge continued.

"Just...just wandering around," Will said, joining Mooko's nighttime outings a few times when he couldn't sleep at night.Muke didn't ride a bike. The only thing the two of them did that night was walk, and buy alcoholic drinks along the way.

"You guys know him well." Gideon looked at Crawford.

Crawford took a breath, and shifted his gaze to Will who was silent again, "Blanche Mu, Dr. Lecter's neighbor, is also Will's boyfriend."

"Do I now need to abide by the avoidance principle of the relevant persons involved in the case?"

Hodge did not speak, and handed over the choice to Crawford, saying that he would not interfere with Crawford's personnel arrangements.

Crawford said with some headache: "If he is really suspected, then you will be... some type of important witness. You also remember the charter of the bureau. Your emotions may interfere with the judgment. Aya Bo Gideon's case is over too... You can rest for a while, Will. And... don't tell Muke about it."

Will took off his glasses and held them in his hands. The frame was stained with sweat from his palms, and he got up and walked out of the conference room.

Hodge continued to ask Crawford, "Where is the vigilante killer now?"

"Baltimore State Psychiatric Crime Hospital, do you want to see him?" Crawford shook his head regretfully. "He was knocked out that day, and he went crazy after being treated in the hospital. That's why we sent him to a mental hospital instead of a prison."

"Psychopaths can still provide some information," Gideon replied, "it just requires us to carefully analyze what is useful and what is not."

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A black mist was wrapped around the golden thread, and there was light all around, without a bottom or a top. Neither the black mist nor the golden thread made any sound, but the continuous violent struggle of the black mist caused the brain nerves to unconsciously simulate a sound signal.The black mist exploded and poured endlessly into the entire space, the light was annihilated, a cold smell full of smoke and dust permeated with the black mist, and the golden thread appeared and disappeared in the mist.

After the black mist covered the entire field of vision, there was a loud gunshot, and the muzzle flashed in the center of the black mist, but there was no real gun, nor was there a person holding the gun.An invisible object shattered together with the bullet, and the viscous liquid fell to the ground. The smell of rust and fishy smell mixed together, and the scalding liquid burned the skin.The black mist suddenly turned into blood red, and sulfur and burning flames overflowed from the blood red, making it difficult to breathe.

Will woke up suddenly, sat up from the bed, and pressed a warm object under his hands—it was Winston. Winston climbed onto the bed and wagged his tail on Will's quilt. Will touched it in shock. Touching Winston's back, he saw that the clock and water glasses on the bedside table were knocked to the ground by Winston. The electronic clock was lying in the pool of water, and there was no faint blue light to continue to display the time.

Will didn't know what time it was, but there was a sound of night outside the window, and the lights in the bedroom were on.When he lay on the bed, he didn't even take off his coat, and he didn't remember to turn off the lights. He just wanted to temporarily close his eyes to calm down the depression in his heart, but he fell asleep unknowingly.

Also had a dream.Dreams are always like this, there is no personal action, but the perspective is everywhere and is in constant change.I can't see my own body, and I can't feel my own function. I just passively jump around the scene with my consciousness, but I can smell blood, hear gunshots, and touch the cold wind.

Will pushed back the hair on his forehead that covered his eyes, and as expected, felt the sweat in his hands. He pushed Winston out of bed, took off his coat and went to the bathroom.Winston followed him to the door of the bathroom, turned around and ran back to Will's bedroom, and jumped onto Will's bed.