Mr. Landlord [Comprehensive Yingmei]

It was already late at night when the BAU arrived at the Chicago Police Station, but the police station was still brightly lit. Detective Ward Maltz, who was in charge of the case, saw them as amnesty, "I have sent more than half of the police station out to patrol. , To be honest, I don't even dare to watch tomorrow's news." He said with a sad face.

Six people died in one day. This is not a small news that can be blocked if you want to block it.

What followed was bound to be public panic, doubts about the police station, reporters who could not be driven away like flies, and suffocating pressure.

Hotch also noticed the police detective's desperation, so he didn't exchange too many pleasantries, but said, "Where is the office? We need to start working immediately."

"This way." Ward led them to a conference room, "If you need anything, you can mention it."

The conference room was well-kept. Photos of the victims and some basic case information were pasted on the whiteboard. A Chicago block map was hung beside it, marking the places where all the cases occurred. Information was placed on the table by time and category.

"The forensic report and the information on the latest victim will not be delivered until later." Ward rubbed the center of his brows vigorously. He could see that he was already very tired. The mental pressure made him almost collapse, and his whole body looked a little bit irritable.

"Dave, you and Emily go to the medical examiner," Hotch said.

Reid just picked up the pen and stood in front of the map, starting the geographic analysis without Hotch saying anything.

"I'm going to contact the media." JJ said, "Try to make sure they don't make any remarks that incite the murderer."

Morgan sat on the seat and began to look through the victim's files. Hotch looked at the fidgeting Ward and gestured to the pile of files on the table. "Together?" he asked.

"It's better than waiting for one more corpse." Ward pulled back his chair. "I've got more corpses in my hands today than I've seen in the past ten years."

"This is Chicago," Morgan said. "And, ten years?" He didn't remember Chicago being such a peaceful city.

"I just transferred here this year." Ward curled his lips. His transfer was a compromise product of factional struggles, and he was barely promoted. "I used to work in a very beautiful town. The biggest trouble was the bears in the woods."

"That must have been a lot to get used to," Morgan laughed.

"Yeah." Ward sighed. When the first body was discovered, everyone regarded it as a routine case and handed it directly to him. The most brutal case ever encountered.

"We'll catch the murderer." Hotch's tone was calm and firm, which helped calm Ward, who was handling such a big case for the first time. The detective in charge of the case was an airborne soldier who was transferred just this year. As a result, they will lose their network advantages in many places, but the advantage is that they will also avoid a lot of unnecessary finger-pointing and obstacles, and can basically grasp the mastery.

Reid circled the murderer's crime area according to the location of the crime, "the second stage."

"What did you say?" Ward asked.

"A carnival killer like Murderer generally goes through two phases," Hotch explained. "The first phase, directional, is that he stays in a certain geographic area or comfort zone, where he usually has a final destination."

"The second stage is random." Morgan stretched out two fingers, "Once this stage is entered, the murderer will completely lose control, he will kill more frequently, and it seems that there is no plan. would kill more people and be less visible."

"Now she kills a person in an average of four hours, the victim has no similarity, I can't circle her safe zone, or she doesn't have this concept at all." Reid said, "It means now she is Like a hungry beast, and all of Chicago is the hunting ground."

"It's even more unfortunate that men never learn to say no to beautiful women." Morgan shrugged.

"Detective, what you want." Someone sent the forensic report and the last victim's information.

Hotch took a look at the forensic report and frowned, "They were all alive when their hearts were dug out."

"Having her chest opened and her heart ripped out while she was alive..." Ward gasped slightly, "How is that possible... I mean, she's just a woman, isn't she..."

"Contrary to popular belief, female killers are actually more effective than male killers," Hotch said. "They don't waste time signing or torturing their victims, and they rarely keep their trophies. They just kill for the sake of killing."

"It says their ribs were sawn off." Reid flipped through the forensic report, "The murderer first cut the surface skin with a sharp knife or something else, and then sawed open the ribs. The forensic doctor also found several A finger mark has been sent for comparison."

"According to a friend of the last victim, he approached a woman in a bar, the two left together, and then he was found dead in the alley." Morgan is looking at the record of the last victim , "Hotch, the victim in the surveillance also took the initiative to drag the murderer."

"That is, she doesn't take the initiative, but waits for the victim to fall into the trap," Hotch said.

"It's like a spider spinning a web to kill people." Ward clicked his tongue, "So how should I tell the media tomorrow to tell all men not to strike up a conversation with women?"

"That'll drive them nuts." Morgan laughed. "You should tell them not to go out and have sex."

"Morgan." Hotch glanced at Morgan, who was initially unsure, and said to Ward, "Tell everyone to be vigilant and not to accept invitations from strangers casually. The target type of carnival killers entering the second stage is not fixed and limited. Being male will only force her to expand her scope."

"Okay." Ward nodded to indicate that he had made a note, "I just hope there won't be a seventh victim tonight."

Rossi called at this time.

"Hotch, the medical examiner found saliva and heart fragments in the victim's chest cavity." Rossi's voice sounded heavy. "The victim's ribs were found with tooth marks."

"What does this mean?" Ward asked confusedly, "The murderer bit off a rib?"

"That means..." Hotch looked stern, "We're dealing with a cannibal."

"What?" Ward's eyes widened.

"It literally means so-called humaneating." Reid said as he drew a mark on the map.

"God..." Ward covered his face and let out a feeble moan.

It was bound to be a long night for him.

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In contrast, the atmosphere at Wu Cong's side was much more harmonious. He stood by the bathtub to adjust the water temperature and supervised whether the two little guys brushed their teeth well. Brushing clumsily made his face full of bubbles, and the toothpaste Wu Cong bought had a bit of a bitter taste, which could effectively prevent children from swallowing the toothpaste as candy while brushing.

It's just that after brushing the cinnabar, I have to stick out my tongue with a bitter face and snort like a puppy for a while, and then watch Jack imitate her sticking out his tongue and laugh.

"Little narrow ghost." Wu Cong picked up the cinnabar and put it in his arm and shook it, "Hurry up and take a bath."

Dansha escaped from his arms with a smile, "I'm going to take off my clothes!" she shouted, "Hurry up and get out!"

"Hold the towel." Wu Cong put the towel on the little girl's head and asked Jack, "What about you, do you want me to help?"

Jack bit his fingertips and nodded shyly. It is still quite difficult for a three-year-old child to put on and undress by himself. Besides, he is still wearing clothes with buttons behind the collar today, and his short hands can't reach them at all. .

"Then let's go outside." Wu Cong picked Jack up, "Otherwise Dansha will be shy."

"Ah Lang!" Dan Sha blushed and threw the towel over, bumping into the bathroom door that Wu Cong closed intimately.

Wu Cong put Jack on the bed and asked him to stand upright, unbuttoning and taking off his clothes in one go, Jack's soft hair was ravaged by the jacket that was quickly pulled off into a bird's nest after the storm hit, and Wu Cong wrapped him naked in a towel and carried him away bathroom.

"Can you come in?" Wu Cong knocked on the door and asked in a raised voice.

"Wait!" There were several panicked dinglings from inside, "Come in!"

In order to take care of Jack, most of the conversations between Wu Cong and Dansha tonight are in English.

After entering the door, Dansha was already soaking in the bathtub, and the water was full of bubbles, so you couldn't see what was below, and the air was full of sweet milk smell, Dansha picked up a lump of bubbles and squeezed, "Jack come quickly!"

Wu Cong picked up the shower head to test the temperature of the water, and after a brief flush for Jack, he put him into the bathtub. Then he took out a few ducklings and balls from the cabinet next to the bathtub and threw them in. He looked at the two little guys. Excited to splash the water.

The child was playing in the bathtub, and Wu Cong was watching from outside the bathtub to avoid any accidents. It would not be a big problem for Dansha to fall into it. It would only flood her tail with such a small amount of water in its original shape, but if Jack fell in, it would be a big problem. It's troublesome.

Calculating that the time was almost up, Wu Cong carried Jack out as usual to wash off the bubbles on his body, wrapped him in a bath towel, kneaded him to wipe off the water, and then carried him out so that Dansha could climb out to take a shower and change into pajamas by himself.

At night, the two children asked to sleep in Dansha's "secret base", so Wu Cong spread several layers of thick quilts in Dansha's tent, and drove the washed two children into the bed like chickens.

"Who wants to hear a bedtime story?" Wu Cong asked while sitting at the door of the tent.

"I want it!" Dansha raised her head from under the quilt, "I want to hear the story of the Little Mermaid!"

"The Little Mermaid," Jack repeated, "Daddy told me about it."

"Then the Little Mermaid?" Wu Cong found out the fairy tale book "The Daughter of the Sea" and opened it, slowly reading it.

"...when we smile at him happily, we can subtract one year from the 300 years; One tear will add one more day to our trials." The man's voice was gentle and gentle, and the child wrapped in the quilt had already fallen into a deep sleep, and the two chubby little faces smiled sweetly together, which made people unable to help My heart is soft.

"Good night." He gently kissed Dansha's forehead, and put down the curtain of the tent.

It will probably be a good night.