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Rhett puffed his mouth, looking like an angry puffer fish.

Carol glanced back at the junior, suddenly feeling a little guilty of bullying a child.

"That... can I have your phone?" The girl's voice was low, although she was shy, she still had the courage to look directly into Carol's eyes, "My name is Liana."

"Of course, beautiful lady, just call me Chris." Carol tore off a page from the notebook, wrote his phone number on it, and gave it to Liana.

"I have a task today, so I didn't bring my business card." Carol blinked, "Let's go?"

Liana was a little dazed, staring blankly at the face that seemed to be glowing: "Okay...Okay!"

Rhett: "..."

I shouldn't be in the car, I should be under the car.

He grabbed the straps of his backpack, feeling for the first time that something invisible was rushing towards his face and he couldn't refuse.

The three returned to the police station. Miss Liana described the man's appearance to the sketch expert. Although the characteristics were not obvious, they could find hundreds of such people, but at least there were clues, didn't they?

"Is that man in a wheelchair?" Morgan and JJ pushed open the door and joined them.

Reid looked at the transcript and was a little puzzled: "No... the witness said that the man was on crutches, but he didn't seem to have any disabilities in his legs, and he didn't even feel like he was lame."

"Coincidentally, someone from our side also saw that the victim got into the car with a man. It was a black SUV, made in the United States, and the license plate could not be seen clearly. The man was also on crutches, but he looked healthy." JJ said , "It seems that our profile has to start all over again."

Morgan nodded: "Our unknown suspect is not disabled, on the contrary he is healthy..." He pondered for a while, "It may be his family members who are disabled, most likely the source of his hatred of women. "

At night, the police station is still brightly lit, and the aperture of the incandescent lamp is lazily dizzy, and it feels a little cold and cold. It is late summer, and it is almost early autumn, and it is normal to be a little bit cold.

Carol asked a small police officer to send Miss Liana back. Hodge and the others came back from another bar, and they will have to deal with the information later.

Taking a deep breath, Carol turned around, opened the door and went in.

For a moment, six pairs of eyes stared at him in unison.

"Wow." Morgan whistled, "Not bad."

Carol: "..."

"Hey, what's the matter?" He didn't think there was anything wrong with his clothes. After all, it was his favorite style in the second period of middle school. After so many years, the second period of middle school passed early, but...at least he once loved it Well!

"Not bad, the little prince of the nightclub?" Emily smiled, "This is the young man..."

Stars are twinkling in the sky, like the halo of the Milky Way pouring down, and under this brilliant light, a black SUV parked on the side of the road and greeted the lady passing by: "Hey, how much is it for a mile?" Night?"

The lady who was shouted was wearing an open collar and short sleeves that exposed half of her chest, and her lower body was a small black leather skirt that was so short that it barely covered her hips. The silk stockings with printed patterns wrapped her round and straight legs, and her snow-white wrists were shining in the moonlight. Down, Bai dazzled.

She bent down and put her hand on the half-opened car window: "Two hundred, full service."

The man in the car thought for a while and nodded: "Yes, get in the car."

The woman glanced at the man and noticed the crutches in his hand, but the customer is God, and she opened the door and got in the car without asking any questions.

In the Black Rose Bar, Liyana, who was sent back by the police, was crazily complained by a group of little sisters: "Did Lia fall in love with that handsome guy? It's really cool... that looks, that temperament, those legs. Can play all year long!"

"Yeah, I like it, I like it, don't think about it." Liana rolled her eyes at the little sister, thought for a while, and began to search for the phone number written down in the FBI police notebook from her bag.

"Wooo, I'm going to call!" the little sister booed, "Come on! Get him."

"Strange..." Liana murmured to herself, "I put that piece of paper here... why is it missing?"

In the bag, lipstick, eye shadow and other things were placed in a mess, earrings and necklaces worth tens of thousands, and even a few green bills were mixed in, except for a note with a phone number missing.

"Ah, what to do! My little handsome boy!" Liana rubbed her head, "It's over! Why did you lose it?"

The lost note was held by a hand wearing a black glove. Under the dim yellow streetlight, the color of the beige paper became more and more dull. The man took a serious look at the contents on the paper and took out a small In his handbook, he carefully clipped the piece of paper into it.

"Carol..."

The soft sigh carried some strong emotion, slowly drifting in the night wind.

……

Early the next morning, Carol, who was notified to gather at the scene of the crime, changed into the clothes he usually wears, simple short-sleeved trousers, nothing special, the biggest advantage is that there are more pockets...

By the way, he bought the punk style clothes specially when he heard that he was going to the bar...

The scene is still a garbage dump, and this time the 'garbage' is still a street call girl.

"What's the situation? A new victim?" Morgan, who came along with him, asked the forensic doctor.

"Yes, the new victim died at about three o'clock last night. He was strangled by a thin rope and suffocated." The forensic doctor at the scene had examined the corpse, and they arrived earlier, "Others, they have to be dissected Just known."

Carol reached out, lifted the white cloth from the corpse, and took a look: "This time it's different..."

He knelt down and touched the neck that should have been slender and beautiful: "This time it's not the thin hemp rope, but the throat bone was crushed by a hard object."

The broken throat is the real cause of death, and the thin rope is just a means of covering up.

Now he feels that Henry is simply too right, he has died many times, and he really knows all kinds of ways to die...

"Wait, are you sure?" Morgan looked at Carol and began to wonder if he brought the wrong person today and brought Rhett out?

Carol met Morgan's dark eyes: "Although I'm sure, let's do an examination? Anyway, the forensic examination report is issued very quickly, and she has many scars on her body. She was abused..."

"Then please." Morgan took a deep look at the team members, then turned to the forensic doctor.

"It means that his behavior has begun to change. Either he is deteriorating, or his mental breakdown is getting worse." The two got into the police car and went to the police station. The team members were already waiting there, their profile , should also be published.

JJ contacted the media, and the flashlights were aimed at all members of BAU.

There was an illusion that he was about to debut, Carol thought, but the father Hodge next door had already started to express his thoughts, Carol calmed down his thoughts of running to the horizon, and made preparations.

"What we're looking for is a white male, between the ages of 30 and 50, introverted, good at disguising, who may have a disabled mother or wife, recently disabled, which may lead to his chronically depressed situation Now, there's some sort of confusion."

"For example, self-cognition is chaotic, and the unknown suspect may be ignored for a long time, causing him to feel that his masculine dignity has not been respected, so he achieves this feeling of being respected by killing women in high-risk groups. Killing these women will make him feel respected. He felt an unparalleled sense of control."

"Choosing the method of suffocation, for him, can slowly control the life and death of others. The sense of control and the desire to control are enough to make him addicted, and he is not taken seriously in life. This makes him addicted to it and cannot extricate himself."

"Moreover, our unknown suspect has a cowardly personality and lacks self-control, so he may not be taken seriously at work, and may even be fired or demoted for some recent reasons."

"The unknown suspect discarded the body in a wheelchair, which means that he is not very strong physically, but he can control those women, and he is not particularly thin."

"It also shows that the owner of the wheelchair may have been killed, or may have lost the ability to move."

"Within the central range of geographical profiling, check whether there are any women who have been in a car accident or other accidents and disabled women recently. It can be expanded appropriately."

"Look up someone who recently lost his job and had a major life change. The major life change may be one of the stressors for his transformation."

"We're going to be quick, he's probably already looking for his next victim ... given the speed at which he broke down, it's highly likely."

"Thank you, that's all. Come on everyone." Hodge's father finally concluded.

The police officers who received the profile began to dispatch, and the entire police station seemed extremely busy in the early morning, and the important role of justice was fully demonstrated at this moment.

Carol felt that the release of the profile seemed to be the highlight moment of every case, and he felt handsome from head to toe. Of course, this was just his feeling.

He has no conscience, and sometimes even thinks that death is a very normal thing.After all, the way to escape from every world is death. He has experienced various methods of death, and he has become numb from the initial fear to the present.

There is a long way to go, he walked alone for so long, he was tired of it, but let him die like this, he still felt ashamed, the wind and rain came over, accidentally capsized in the gutter, is it a little sorry for him Have you ever suffered?

He handles the case only to handle the case. Others in BAU don’t think so. What supported them to go down is the kind of cherishing of human life, the yearning for justice, and... BAU is deeply mired, the victim hope.

like a light.

A light that pierces all darkness and banishes all coldness.

If you have never seen despair, you will never know how precious hope is.

The author has something to say:

Still the same sentence, don’t be disgusted if there are bugs, after all, I really haven’t studied psychology orz