[Comprehensive British and American] Become the best feasible plan in the audience

The man who left and turned back followed the man who took the little boy in front, swallowing his saliva a little nervously, sweat slowly oozing from the fine, fluffy beard on his face.

This is him as a boy... To him, that delicate skin, trembling eyelashes, and green cries, and eyes full of tears are the only treasures in the world, so beautiful that people want to... Gouging it out, hiding it, hiding it in a crystal bottle, twinkling... everything is so wonderful...

He couldn't let this man hurt his boy... He stretched out a gleaming knife blade from his sleeve, and followed him stealthily. It's chilling.

The boy who was dragged away was terrified. He woke up from the bed and was lying in a dark box, tied up with a rope. He wanted to call his mother!Calling Dad, but I can only make a whining sound...

Now, this person scratched him so painfully, the black cloth covered in front of his eyes was wiped off at some point, and the surrounding environment was so unfamiliar that it was frightening.

He thought of the flying freedom of running on the court...

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"The unknown suspect was inconsistent and his behavior was completely inconsistent. Although he was very careful not to alarm his parents at the scene of the kidnapping, he was not very courageous. He acted recklessly and the scene was chaotic. He should have put medicine in the child's cup. Let the children become more controllable..." Reid leaned against the door, holding a coffee cup in his hand, and took the candy Carol handed him, "Thank you."

"You're welcome..." The candy was distributed to everyone. Although it seemed that everyone didn't like candy very much, they all accepted it in a face-saving way. Carol smiled a little and continued Rhett's words, "Yes, Then his physique should be relatively healthy, at least he can take away a child of thirteen or fourteen on the second floor, which requires a lot of strength."

Personal test, jumping from the second floor with a heavy object is quite difficult without disturbing others.

"That's true, but it's possible that he also drugged his parents..." Morgan flipped through the documents, "The biological samples taken from the scene have been sent for testing, but there is no result yet."

"He may have drugged his parents, why not kill them?" Carroll paused, "I always feel that there is more than one suspect in this case."

Killing is sometimes addictive, Carol has a deep understanding of this, you will lose respect for life, treat it as a bargaining chip, and put it on the balance...even sometimes, it is nothing compared to superior.

"The emotion here has changed a lot. Before...the unknown suspect cared a lot about these children. After that, this feeling of caring turned into a kind of...hatred." Pantis put down the coffee in his hand, " Oh, blueberry sandwich, your taste is good."

"Thank you, I want chocolate." JJ said, "Is it possible that the suspect is because he substituted himself into these children?"

"So when these children couldn't satisfy him, he became murderous?" Grandpa Rossi nodded, "Eating too much sugar is not good for your teeth..."

"I like sweet ones..." Carol laughed, "Could it be schizophrenia?"

"There is a difference between schizophrenia and split personality. Generally speaking, schizophrenia will not lead to this level of violence. I definitely may have a split personality, that is, DID... Maybe the suspect has a very violent sub-personality..."

"It's possible." Hodge nodded, "This kind of more personal criminal method is unlikely to cooperate with others, and there is no sign of cooperation, but—"

"Excuse me, Agent Hotchner, we found another corpse..." the policeman said to the BAU boss.

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The cut up fragments of the corpse made the police officers present look dignified. The scene was clean except for the unrecognizable victim.

The victims were randomly abandoned in the corner of the park, wrapped in yellow bags, like garbage to be disposed of.

"A child?" Hodge showed his ID.

"No, it's an adult." The police detective at the scene shook his head. Such a scene really shocked him a bit.

Carol took out her cell phone and called Queen Garcia.

"Little genius Chris, Queen Garcia is at your service..." In the computer room, Garcia swiped over from another computer and connected the phone.

Carol smiled: "Hey, I think you must have found out who the deceased is? I've turned on the speakerphone."

"Of course, you guessed it right... This guy is really a villain! I can't imagine how he could do such a thing to a child!"

"This guy's name is Isaac Moore, 34 years old, unemployed, 17 years old, was questioned for minor crimes such as voyeurism and stalking, and was later expelled from the youth academy for burglary... Get out of prison three months ago."

"Garcia, what's the reason for his imprisonment?" Morgan came over from not far away and asked.

"It's written here about stalking and molesting married women."

"I think that woman must have had a child with her at the time..." Carol looked at the black stretcher wrapped in the corpse of the police car on the stage not far away, and his tone was affirmative.

"Yes, you're right, the victim brought his ten-year-old son, OMG, who was he following?"

"I think so..." Morgan glanced at the intern, "Then we have another suspect, the violent sub-personality."

Police station.

Reid looked at the map and analyzed the psychological safety zone of the suspect. The prime suspect was killed, and all previous speculations had deviations. He had to correct those deviations.

Everyone is analyzing the various signs shown by the suspect to analyze the suspect's psychology.

Carol's cell phone in his pocket vibrated twice, and a text message was sent.He opened it and took a look, frowning tightly.

"Excuse me, let me go out for a while?" After greeting, Carol stood up with some emotion in his eyes.

The content of the text message is very simple, only one sentence: "I know who killed them."

Carol called back on the phone number, but no one answered the call.

He knew that there was a high probability that nothing could be found with this phone number, and it seemed that the other party's technology was good.

What exactly is this referring to?Who killed them?Who are they referring to?This child and that man, or... what he thought?

"The day we meet, you will like the gift I gave you." The text message came again, this time from the same number.

The screen of the mobile phone flickered, and the small cursor representing the information jumped on the screen. Carol frowned, pulled out the calling card, snapped it off, and threw it out.

What are you doing with these idiots? He doesn't have any secrets to tell. Why is he hanging like this? He's not a little donkey hanging by carrots. No loss, if you have the ability, just come to the front, if you don't have the ability, just hide in the stinky ditch as a mouse.

As for the truth that the man said, he will find out one by one.

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