Mr. Landlord [Comprehensive Yingmei]

Bai Ling touched the skin very cold, but the blood-stained part was scorching hot. The heat seemed to burn the trachea through the skin, making it difficult for Hotch to breathe uncontrollably. Soft, if Reid hadn't supported him in time, he might have fallen to the ground on the spot.

In the darkness, he seemed to see a pair of yellow eyes shining like light bulbs.

Reid tore off the white silk and put it on the table, anxiously calling Hotch's name a few times.

"I'm fine." Hotch waved his hand, feeling that his throat was still aching like burning, and his voice was hoarse. He touched the position of his throat, suspecting that his larynx might be injured.

Reid confirmed again that Hotch was fine, then put away the white silk and put them back into the evidence bag, and walked back worriedly.

Hotch glanced back at the few white silks on the cabinet, thinking that he might have to come again sometime alone.

"Hotch?" Reid called out to him. "Are you okay?"

"It's just that I've been a little tired recently." Hotch rubbed the center of his brows perfunctorily, "I need to take a good rest this time when I go back."

Reid nodded in agreement, Hotch's face was indeed not very good-looking.

The working hours are long and busy. The first day is usually the victim analysis. They invite all the family members they can to the police station and ask the victims about things carefully. This is not an easy job. Most of them The family members of the family all have a disgusted attitude towards talking about the deceased, and will subconsciously conceal or embellish many facts.

After all, the dead are gone, and family members are always reluctant to talk about things that make them regret or feel ashamed when they recall them.

If only he hadn't laughed at him then.

It would be nice if you could pay more attention to him.

It would be nice to give him more credit.

Regrets like this will echo in the hearts of the living over and over again, making it difficult for them to accept and extricate themselves, and even decades later they still remember those self-blame and guilt.

Hotch originally planned to ask JJ to talk to the third deceased. The young man not only left a video recording the death, but also brought unshakable grief to his family. The place where he died was so hidden that It was only found three days after his death. At that time, his body was devoured by wild beasts and birds, and his body was almost inhuman. his bones.

Under such circumstances, JJ, who is a woman, will not stimulate their fragile nerves, and can get more news, but for some reason, it seems that something is talking to him in his brain before he speaks, and he arranges JJ to talk to the media first. To deal with it, go talk to the family of the young man yourself.

I always feel that something is not right.

He turned his head to look left and right, and there was nothing unusual.

This time, only the father and brother of the young man came. His mother is still sick, unable to accept the fact that his beloved young son passed away in such a tragic way.

"Mr. Fanny." Hotch put down the document, and as expected, the two men on the opposite side showed a gesture of resistance, their lips were tightly pressed together and they stood with arms folded, "I invite you here this time to learn something about LutherFanny, he A month ago—”

Before he could finish, he was interrupted by his older father, "Lu is a good boy. He goes to volunteer every week and gets an A in school. He won't break any laws, absolutely not!"

"I don't mean to accuse Luther of any crime, sir." Hotch looked into Mr. Fanny's eyes, which were the eyes of a father who was deeply grieved. "It's just that we now have reason to suspect that there is something deeper about Luther's suicide."

"Didn't Lu commit suicide?" The younger brother subconsciously asked, "We've all seen the video, he...he..." He couldn't continue, turned his head and stopped talking.

"The video does show that he voluntarily ended his life, but that doesn't mean he wasn't guided and tempted." Hotch said solemnly, "So we need to know something about Luther."

"Lu has already left." Mr. Fanny said, "What's the use of talking?"

Hotch took out the photos in the file one by one: "This is Howar Babbitt, this is Lindsay Alerande, and this, Willie Bloor, they all committed suicide after Luther, in the same way." The photos record several people when they were alive The appearance of Luther is vivid and passionate, making it hard to imagine a life that would wither so early, "so we think that the person who led Luther to commit suicide is still hurting more people and making them lose hope for life, so... …please."

The room fell silent, and after a few seconds, Mr. Fanny sighed and sat down with his back on the sofa: "I have something to ask."

In the narration of Fanny and his son, Hotch learned that Luther, who is more vivid than the information provided by Garcia, liked music and dancing since he was a child. A software that empowers everyone to make music freely.

He seems to have everything he wants, except for one thing, yes, how could such a girl be missing in the youthful and ignorant years of young people, who fulfilled all fantasies and extravagant wishes, but when the sweet lover turned coldly and looked The seemingly perfect relationship broke down, and the innocent world of young people seemed to be turned upside down overnight.

He failed many times to recover, and everything in his life turned into a sharp arrow pointing at his heart. He became sensitive and irritable, refused to communicate, and buried himself in his own world day by day.

Then logically, he began to self-harm. From the initial superficial scars to being sent to the emergency room, he became more and more difficult to extricate himself, torturing himself and all the people who loved him. Sometimes even the family members felt that instead of letting him Living in such pain, wouldn't it be happier to let him die?

Finally one day, he quietly ended his life on the tree.

"Has he seen a therapist?" Hotch asked.

Mr. Fanny smiled wryly and shook his head: "We contacted him, but he refused to go out with me."

"We'll need his computer and his phone, if that's convenient…" Hotch said.

"It's all kept at home." Mr. Fanny wiped the wet corners of his eyes, "Lu's things haven't moved at all, we always feel that one day he might come back, as if that day was just a prank..."

Hotch sent a police officer and Fanny and his son back to get the computer and mobile phone, and asked them to change the police uniform, and try not to disturb Mrs. Fanny who is resting. name.

Hotch felt as if there was a cool wind blowing past his ears, but when he turned around, there was nothing.

Probably an illusion.While thinking about this, he drew a sign of the cross with his hand in his pocket. According to the experience of countless members of the special treatment team, although drawing the sign of the sign of the sign of the cross is far less useful than those complicated oriental gestures that test the flexibility of the fingers, it is still somewhat natural. guaranteed effect.

For the next whole day, he felt a strange feeling around him from time to time, but if he really wanted to talk about whether he had the unique cold feeling of being surrounded by ghosts, he could only secretly draw a few more crosses for peace of mind.

Besides, when he was really busy, he didn't have the mood to care about this kind of thing. There were a lot of materials that needed to be analyzed one by one. The six victims needed to build suicide-related timelines one by one to find the connection between each other. I even forgot where to eat dinner and thought about whether I was stuck on something unclean or something like that.

By the time I barely finished the day's work and walked out of the police station with a briefcase full of documents, it was already dark. Today is about to be full moon, and the clear moon is hanging high, and a few stars are scattered in the dark A clear, cool-colored radiance sprinkled on the sky.

Hotch really felt a little chilly at this moment, but it had nothing to do with the ghost, it was purely because he didn't put on his coat.

On the way back, I found a convenience store that was still open. A few people from BAU got out of the car and bought a few sandwiches for dinner, and returned to the hotel exhausted.

Today, the timeline has basically been established, and the necessary products such as computers and mobile phones have also been moved back, including diaries, etc. All the documents that can reflect the psychological changes and whereabouts of the victims were all brought to the police station by them, one by one. The corresponding person is responsible to see if they can find any clues left by the murderer.

Tired is really tired. After a whole day of high-intensity work, I am completely exhausted both mentally and physically. I just want to go back to the soft bed and have a good sleep so that I can have the energy to cope with the tough battle tomorrow.

Hotch swiped his card to enter the door, the light was on in the room, he could smell the very warm aroma of food, Wu Cong was leaning against the bed and reading a book lazily, his translucent fingertips were teasing a piece of paper in a pile, refusing to show his face There was a lunch box on the table, and the fried rice inside was still steaming, obviously it was prepared for those who came back late.

No one could refuse such kindness, Hotch resolutely gave up the cold and tasteless sandwich in his hand, and sat at the table to enjoy the delicious fried rice with tempting oil.

Good food can bring people a sense of satiety and happiness. Rice and eggs, plus simple minced ham and diced cucumber, do not require any extravagant materials, simple and warm.

After eating a bowl of rice, it seemed that even the lingering exhaustion disappeared, Hotch exhaled lightly, leaned back on the chair and squinted his eyes comfortably.

"Busy?" Wu Cong asked.

"Very busy." Hotch stood up and began to get his clothes to take a shower, "and I always feel that something is weird." He put the clothes on his arms, and talked about the strange feeling that Bai Ling gave him.

"Indeed, it's not right, but it's normal if you can't see it." Wu Cong propped his chin and laughed, "He's been staying behind you all this time."