Mr. Landlord [Comprehensive Yingmei]

Sometimes human beings are really shocked by their dependence on technology, and the pervasive penetration and prying of technology into human life. You only need a computer, and you can hide everything, where you were born, where you went to school, and where you go Travel, where to die, everything is stored in the information world as rows of data.

After you die, you may also sigh that your long and short life has not even filled one ten-millionth of the computer's memory.

The topic got far away. According to Hotch's request, Garcia found out all the traffic records of several victims' families, as well as all the monitoring related to them, and cross-contrasted them bit by bit to try to find out the connection points.

No, not taxis, the taxis they took belonged to completely different companies and drivers, and one of them didn't even take a taxi, but chose the bus at the door.

What about the tour bus?No, it’s not right, travel buses are not their first choice, most of them choose to rent a car to travel, and the car rental business in Hawaii is very prosperous, and it doesn’t take much effort to rent a car that suits your needs and is not too expensive for driving .

Wait, rent a car.

A ray of inspiration flashed out of Garcia's clever head, she paused to organize her thoughts, and quickly typed on the keyboard.

Searching...and searching...

aha.With a triumphant smile on her face, the Queen of Computers tapped the phone with a pen dotted with beautiful fluff.

"Guess what righteous fighters I found?" Her tone was jumping and brisk, which always made people smile.

"Dear princess, your knight is looking forward to it, please tell us the answer quickly." Morgan replied with a smile, "I'm letting it go."

"Nothing can stop the fire of love between us, Darling." Garcia said, and heard Hotch cough twice before turning to the topic, "I checked the victim's itinerary after they arrived in Hawaii according to the clues Hotch gave, and they all I rented a car for the convenience of traveling, although they rented cars from different car rental companies, but I checked the locations of those companies—" She dragged the end of the sound and paused for a few seconds before unlocking the small suspense.

"The parking lots of those companies are very close. To be precise, they just divided a large parking lot into their own areas, and even the entrance and exit are the same. I found this when I checked the parking lot. "

Garcia played a surveillance video on the screen.

"It's the first family." Emily immediately recognized that the people in the video were the first family to be killed. They were not in harmony, and no one was willing to cover up this kind of disharmony. The husband dragged his luggage Boxer walked in the front, strutting and strutting completely regardless of whether the people behind him followed or not. His wife followed behind with her young son in her arms, seeming to be yelling, and even if there was no sound in the video, one could imagine her scolding. How intense.

At the end is their eldest daughter, holding her mobile phone and looking at it, with an indifferent look.

The youngest son was crying, the parents were arguing, and the eldest daughter was standing on the sidelines watching the fun, regardless of where she was. Soon a man in a security uniform came over and tried to stop them, but was punched by the father without saying a few words After being hit in the face, the mother also turned the gun and began to scold the security guard. The poor security guard could only bow and apologize over and over again, and finally left the scene in despair.

"And this." Garcia released the second video, which is the second victim's family. They didn't quarrel. The younger son led the dog. The couple walked back and forth as if they were talking about something. Suddenly, The mother started to cry, the kind of crying while sitting on the ground without any image. The youngest son was frightened and started to cry too. The dog in his hand rubbed over and licked his hand to comfort him.

This kind of noise obviously made my father feel embarrassed and ashamed. Through the monitoring screen, BAU could feel his suppressed emotions. After a few seconds, he broke out and dragged his mother to the direction of the car. So the mother started kicking and beating him, and the scene was very chaotic for a while.

The security guard, the right security guard, walked over to dissuade them, the father nodded embarrassingly, but the mother kept struggling, and gave the security guard a hand as soon as she raised her hand.

Then Garcia found the surveillance cameras of the third and fourth houses. Without exception, disputes occurred in the parking lot, and it was the same security guard who walked up every time.

"Our enthusiastic and good security guard is called Rory Jerome." Garcia has already checked the suspect's information. "He only started working as a security guard last year. Before that, he ran a restaurant, but unfortunately went bankrupt because of... Uh...a kid was seriously injured in his restaurant and he had to pay a lot of money for it, but he insisted that it wasn't his fault and that the kid got hurt because he didn't listen to advice and ran around , the parents not only failed to control the child well, but also thought it was caused by 'children's nature' letting him go."

"Unfortunately, the jury did not agree with his point of view, so in the end he had to close the restaurant and use all the money to pay off debts and compensation. It is even more unfortunate that his girlfriend left him at this time. They are here I've been engaged before."

"Double whammy," Hotch said. "It's an absolute disaster for him."

"It all came from a bad public rowdy family," Rossi said. "Similar scenes were enough to make him angry."

"And he has a criminal record." Emily flipped through the suspect's information, "Destroyed public facilities, set fires, and spent half the time in prison and outside."

"The address has been sent," Garcia said. "Good luck."

BAU set off to catch criminals, and Wu Cong was also assigned a gun, but looking at his gun-holding posture that even Reid couldn't match, Hotch finally threw Wu Cong's gun on the back seat of the car.

Seeing him holding it like this, Hotch was really worried that Wu Cong would shoot himself first before hitting the murderer.

Wu Cong also felt that the gun was not very easy to use, the speed was not fast enough and the lethality was not strong enough, and the time he had to shoot was enough for him to draw a whole set of thunder charms and blow up a building.

The suspect lived in a building, of course he didn't buy it but rented it. The cheap low-rent housing is of course in poor conditions, and those clean and tidy villas standing by the sea seem to be in two worlds. Seeing rats, insects and ants crawling over, and drunks staggering on the ground, even the police didn't respond when they came in, and some of them took it as some kind of drunken hallucination and rushed up to make a fuss.

The suspect lived on the third floor, and the police cautiously approached his house. Wu Cong stood outside the door and sniffed, then suddenly frowned, stepped forward, kicked him, and jumped sideways to avoid flying into the room. Flies that come out.

There was a smell that the police were all familiar with, the smell of rotting corpses.

BAU's face changed, and he rushed into the house lightly and swiftly. With the gun loaded in his hand, he raised his vigilance and was ready to attack at any time.

There was no movement in the empty house, and around the entrance porch, there was no sign of being broken into. A few flies were flying around, buzzing and making people upset.

The further you go in, the stronger the smell of rotting corpses, and take two more steps around the wall, the sight that greets you even those who are mentally prepared are startled.

——The corpse, which had rotted into disrepair in the temperature of more than 20 degrees in Hawaii, was hung in the center of the living room. The window was opened a small crack. When the wind blows in, the corpse would sway, and the meat that could not be hung on the bones would fall down precariously. Dropped, puddles of disgusting pus and blood pooled on the ground.

The corpse was wearing the suspect's clothes. It should be said that it was almost certain that it was the suspect they were going to arrest. He hung himself on the fan with a hemp rope, and there was a suicide note on the table, which contained many confessions. And memories, mentioned his ex-wife, ex-girlfriend, mentioned his new life that had just started and collapsed, and also mentioned a family that was burned to death. Desperate and regretful, in the end he could only pay for his sins with death.

Although Reid said that he would take it back to the police station to carefully analyze whether it was written by the suspect himself, but many people present seemed to have acquiesced in the fact of suicide.

The murderer died, left a suicide note and pleaded guilty, and the case seemed to be over. However, BAU felt a little strange in his heart. The case was too easy, as if something was pushing them to find the murderer. Makes people feel at a loss.

"What's the matter?" Wu Cong asked, Hotch's mood was not right, it didn't seem like he had solved a tricky case, but rather like he had encountered some more troublesome problem.

"This case isn't right." Hotch frowned. "It's too fast. I've never done a case so fast."

"It's as if someone left the clues there, waiting for us to find them." His brows were tightly frowned, not only him, but the entire BAU team was not in a high mood, and they all had a stern face. Looking thoughtful, he flipped through the case materials in his hands, as if he wanted to see the flowers in those thin pages.

Wu Cong looked around, leaned on the seat and rubbed against Hotch, whispered in his ear, "If you are worried, isn't the murderer already dead? Call the soul back and ask."

Hotch turned his head to look at Wu Cong with some surprise, "Is it okay?"

"I need his birth time, preferably down to the second." Wu Cong smiled, "I can still do this."

It takes a long time for a person to go to hell to be judged after death, and it will not delay the matter if he is summoned back to ask a question.