Mr. Landlord [Comprehensive Yingmei]

Although the matter between Wu Cong and Hotch has not been resolved, the case in JJ's hands is more important than that. Compared with the matter of human life, it doesn't hurt to put the love affair on hold for a few days.

Their destination this time is Hawaii—yes, you read that right, it is the holy land of Hawaii, where sunshine, sandy beaches, and the climate that is still as warm as spring in winter coexist with tourists coming and going, and there is nowhere The absent serial killer.

Although serial killers who target families are rare, they are by no means rare in the history of BAU's case handling, but there are very few who use flames as a means like what they faced this time.

The murderer's target was a family of tourists who came to travel together for the winter and chose to rent a seaside house.

The fire was lit in the middle of the night, all the entrances and exits were completely blocked, and they could only wait to die in the house.

In the middle of the night, everyone was asleep, and no one noticed the flames. From the first floor to the second floor, from the hall to the bedroom, smoke and fire shrouded the house. When they woke up, they realized that there was nowhere to escape. The only one who survived was the three-and-a-half-year-old son of the second family. The dog who noticed something wrong dragged him from the bedroom to the garden desperately. When he was found, he hugged the unconscious dog and cried loudly. All dumb.

Everything that was once beautiful disappeared overnight, and more than a dozen lives just passed away.

"This is no ordinary arsonist," Rossi commented. "The flames are just his weapon."

Ordinary arsonists enjoy the thrill of igniting flames, and they do not aim at killing. Most of the crimes are committed in abandoned buildings or in the suburbs, and they rarely kill others unless they are accidental.

"But he definitely has a history of arson," Emily said. "To make the flames big enough to kill a family and burn down the house is not something a beginner can do."

"There are two universal stimuli for the typical arsonist." Morgan held up two fingers. "Loss of love, or career."

"According to the data, 82% of serial arsonists are white males. They get sick pleasure, sex and power from fire. He will not let the flame go away easily. He needs experience." Hotch continued, "Their attack object is buildings or public facilities, not humans."

"Contrary to the extreme aggressiveness of flames, arsonists are all socially incompetent personalities." Reid pursed his lips and said, "Comparatively speaking, their motives for arson are very simple, destructive, crime concealment, political motives, and interests and interests. revenge."

"Our victims are all ordinary family tourists with no connection, middle-class whites, and the law and order in the rented place is very good." JJ ruled out destructiveness, political motives and hidden evidence, "So it's profit and revenge?"

"The victim's property was not lost." Hotch glanced at the file. "Jewelry, cash and all cards were found at the scene."

"So, it's revenge?" Morgan raised his eyebrows and turned the pen in his hand, "Revenge on a certain white family who hurt him?"

Wu Cong also received a copy of the information. Although he has frankly stated that he does not have much research on crime-related matters, JJ still handed him a copy. After all, he is also a member of the FBI who will go to Hawaii with him. The higher-ups named him and put him in the on-duty team, lest this dangerous element cause trouble again.

"We're very aware of the similarities between arsonists and serial killers anyway," Hotch said. "Once they start,"

"Just can't stop," Reid said.

"The plane departs in half an hour, the journey will be very long, everyone be prepared."

After finishing talking, Hotch got up and hurried back to the office to pick up the luggage. Wu Cong followed him and walked out, leaving the gossip team in the conference room to look at each other, and then turned their attention to JJ who was smiling meaningfully.

"JJ?" Emily and Garcia took her arms from left to right, their eyes full of curiosity, "Tell us."

JJ raised his eyebrows and shook his head with a smile, "It's a secret."

Seeing the colorful expressions of the gossip team, she smiled happily and stepped on her high heels and walked out.

At that time, Hotch's subtle and awkward expression contracted her laughter for at least a month in the future.

Wu Cong blocked Hotch in the office, he didn't have anything to pack, the only thing he needed was to tell Dian to take care of the hibernating Dansha.

"Is something wrong?" Hotch asked, looking calm as if nothing had happened.

Wu Cong sighed lightly, "About what happened just now—"

"Do it again?" Hotch's tone was filled with a bit of smile and teasing, he stretched out his arms to embrace Wu Cong and kissed him.

The touch on the lips was soft and soft, Wu Cong blinked, and without even thinking, he threw away that little entanglement to the sky, turned from a disadvantage to an advantage, and before he knew it, the two of them leaned against the wall and kissed inseparably , fully complementing the part that was just interrupted.

If it weren't for the two of them still having a bit of reason in their minds, they might have gone off the rails here. Even so, after the kiss was over, they would inevitably have some physiological reactions. They looked at each other silently, in a tacit understanding. Turning his face away, he suppressed the smile that was about to spurt out, and stood a little further away to calm down the agitated mood.

"Hey?" Rossi knocked on the door, "Have you packed it yet?"

The old driver, Detective Rossi, stroked his chin with a smile that I knew all over his face, and said "young man" meaningfully, apparently he had been peeping beside him for more than a while just now.

"Let's go." Hotch calmly nodded to Rossi and walked out the door, and Wu Cong followed quickly, touching his nose.

Hotch looked calm, but his blushing ears and fast pace had already revealed his true thoughts.

Gossip is gossip, but BAU is very serious when it comes to work. When they sit on the plane and pick up the case file, even the turbulence of the airflow doesn't disturb their train of thought in the slightest.

Garcia checked all the information of several victims in an attempt to find the connection between them, and all kinds of information were continuously passed to the hands of BAU-middle class, decent job, have children, happy life, seemingly flawless The family is just like the template in those family comedies, but in fact they all have conflicts, big or small, or debt problems, or affairs. It can be said that the trip to Hawaii is their last attempt to save the family .

When getting off the plane, BAU has used the information at hand to piece together a general image of the murderer——

A white male, between the ages of 30 and 45, with a large number of arsonist and violent tendencies, recently lost his love or career because of a disharmonious white family, and lost his family because of it, his life is not Not necessarily embarrassing, he usually looks very strong on the surface, but once he faces any setbacks or failures, he will immediately show his cowardly side.

He is engaged in a job that does not require nine-to-five and does not have social status or has lost his job, which caused a huge psychological gap in his heart, and he was aggrieved for his underappreciated talent.

In terms of sex, he has no self-confidence. He will go out with women when he is married. However, he will shrink back when he is close to the door. He is very likely to suffer from symptoms such as premature ejaculation or impotence. These symptoms may be physiological. More likely psychological, the symptoms would resolve without medication while setting the fire and watching it, allowing him to get an erection and orgasm—the kind that was especially satisfying mentally.

Although he has various physical and psychological defects, this does not prevent him from having a high self-esteem, and he is especially sensitive because of his own defects. He was brooding and angry.

He will blame others for his failures and refuse to admit his mistakes. It is difficult for him to maintain a long-term relationship, and even the relationship with his parents is not very good. After a relationship ends, he will still be entangled.

It can be said that he is the image of a loser with a heart higher than the sky in the popular sense.

Hotch took Wu Cong and Reid to the hospital to visit the only survivor, Jeff Child. The young boy was greatly stimulated and almost completely closed himself off. He hugged the unconscious dog every day and refused to communicate with anyone, if possible. , Hotch hopes that Wu Cong can dig out some details of the case from Jeff's mouth.

Jeff was sitting on the grass outside the hospital, next to Cookie, an unconscious golden retriever dog. I don't know how it did it in the fire scene. It dragged Jeff and broke through the locked window and fled to the courtyard. When he was found It is already dying, and it has not woken up until now. The veterinarian also said that it has almost no hope of waking up. Euthanasia may be the best choice, but facing Jeff who is lifeless and stubborn by his side, no one can bear it. Take it away from the child.

Reid knew Wu Cong's ability, so Wu Cong didn't deliberately hide anything in front of him. He tapped the child's eyebrows with a pen dipped in clean water, and brought back his frightened and wandering mind.

When Jeff's empty eyes recovered, they heard a sigh that seemed to be regretful, and turned their heads to see that a certain siren was looking at Jeff who was sobbing and crying with regret, like a cinnabar that had missed a big meal. It's a grievance.

"Triton?" Reid was a little surprised, "Aren't you going to—"

"Meeting in England." Triton hugged his own humans sadly and rubbed against each other. "They changed the place temporarily. A group of long-haired old immortals in the old castle insist on going to the beach to see beautiful women, and they are not afraid of being burned to death by the sun."

And it's rare to smell something delicious, but it was dispelled before I could even move my mouth.

Thinking of this, he buried himself in Reid's shoulder and rubbed it more mournfully.

At this time, Wu Cong found a more suitable person for questioning than Jeff.

A ray of soul floated out of the golden retriever when Jeff regained consciousness, but it was not a dog but a human.

"Thank you." He leaned over to Wu Cong, raised his eyebrows and smiled lightly.

Now, he can finally reincarnate.