The villain family business [Comprehensive British and American]

Quantico

In the BAU office, JJ pressed the remote control, paused the news broadcast on the monitor, and distributed the information to her team members, "The fourth case of this month."

"The current number of missing people has increased to four, and two people have been found dumped by the roadside, namely Rebecca O'Callen, who disappeared on September 9, and Kelly Could, who disappeared on September 3. Naked, no trace of sexual assault, all were beaten, their skin was cut, and..." She placed the photos on the round table, pointed at two of them, with a serious expression, "the mouth was cut."

The women in the photo were placed in a supine position, and their upper bodies were drawn with many chaotic lines by knives. Their flesh and skin were rolled up, which was horrifying. The most incomprehensible thing was that the corners of their mouths were cut. up to the root of the ear.

"The scratches look messy, but they have the same depth. The unknown suspect has a strong control." Morgan raised his eyebrows with his arms crossed.

"And with some medical knowledge, the results of the forensic examination, the victim died of excessive blood loss, these wounds are not fatal." Hodge said.

Reid flipped through the documents quickly, and his high-speed brain quickly recorded all the information one by one. He suddenly paused, put down the documents, and frowned suspiciously, "From the time of disappearance, the unknown suspect has been kept Given the frequency of committing crimes in a cycle of seven days, what made him kidnap the fourth person two days later?"

Morgan speculated: "Mind out of control, less control, so he picked up speed?"

"Maybe, but there is another possibility." Gideon stared at the photo with good eyes, with a thoughtful expression, "He was disrupted by something."

Rhett blinked, "By what?"

"Good question." Hodge collected the information and said to their liaison officer, "But I'm afraid we need to contact the special plane first, JJ."

Today's BAU team is very different from decades ago. At least having a special plane can make them stand out from the entire FBI, so they arrived in Manhattan that afternoon before it was dark.

Hastily put away the luggage in the hotel, and there was no time to tidy up, so the group rushed to the police station here without stopping.

After reading more detailed information, Hodge learned a not-so-good news before assigning tasks.

—The details of the case were leaked.

"It's that Brittner again!" Morgan said dissatisfiedly with anger in his eyes: "She is too pushy, if she hadn't insisted on following up the report last time and negligently leaked the witness's protected area, that girl would have I won’t die! So what? This time because of her again, our unknown suspect has sped up?”

Hodge said: "I don't know yet, let's go to the witnesses to find out the situation."

Reid had already firmly memorized all the information in his mind, so as soon as Hodge finished speaking, he quickly said: "The scavengers and the clerk, which one shall we go to first?"

"The doctor advised White to rest at least until the weekend. The boy was terrified and couldn't think of any valuable details, so he went to the convenience store. Luke should still be working at this time." Hodge put on his sunglasses and said their destination.

Morgan raised his eyebrows, shook out the sunglasses pinned in his jacket pocket, and followed.

Reid was at the end, looked at the two seniors who got into the car first, and blinked sadly, "Compared with the FBI, this outfit is more like a gangster... Can it really gain the trust of witnesses?"

But no matter how suspicious he was, after Morgan shouted "babyboy, get in the car", he trotted over.

The silver curve passed quickly, and a sharp bell rang suddenly. Wilson held the steering wheel with one hand, and fumbled around on the co-pilot with the other hand, until the bell rang for the fourth time, and finally found the phone.

The word "Joker" on the display was jumping happily. He put the phone away in disgust, and then reluctantly pressed the answer button and opened the public release.

"Aha! Surprise!" As soon as the phone was connected, there was an airy and pleasant male voice, followed by a series of weird low laughs, which sounded weird and penetrating.

"Jack Napier..." The corner of Wilson's mouth twitched subconsciously. Thinking of this friend's vigorous energy and demonic three views, his head hurt even more.He was silent for a moment, hesitated for a few seconds on how to hang up the phone, and finally decided to be a tactful person, "Thank you, I received your 'surprise', I'm driving now, it's not convenient to answer the phone, if it's okay, I will Hang up first..."

"Wait!" The "joyful" laughter stopped abruptly, and Jack interrupted Wilson eagerly, with strong dissatisfaction and accusation in his voice, he was so wronged, "Little Will, you are such a disappointment!"

Wilson's face was paralyzed: "So?"

"We haven't seen each other for nearly half a year!"

"That's because you went to the lunatic asylum for treatment." Wilson was unmoved, and interpreted his hard-hearted heart to the fullest, "How is the result of the treatment?"

"Well, Dean Klein probably isn't good at learning. His medicine has no effect except to make memory more confused and hallucinations more real." Jack said regretfully, "So I had no choice but to leave Arkham."

"Klein?" Wilson raised his eyebrows subconsciously when he heard the familiar name.

Speaking of which, the reason why he "run away from home" was thanks to this Klein.If he hadn't colluded with the enemy behind the old man's back, developed some neurotoxins and did in vivo experiments, he would not have traveled all the way to the United States to clean up the door.It's just that I don't know why the old man was passive and sabotage this betrayal, and even repeatedly blocked himself who wanted to do it, so he had no choice but to sneak away and was forced to sit on a black boat.

Thinking of this, Wilson couldn't help but feel worse for Brian. He thought for a while and asked, "How much do you know about Klein?"

"You're interested in him? Are you going to dump me?"

"Answer me, Napier." Wilson felt that his patience had run out.

"Okay. He is the dean of Arkham, a psychiatrist, and a professor of psychology at Gotham University." Jack smiled very flatly, "But unless you come to pick me up, where is he conducting illegal experiments, I’m afraid I can’t even remember where those “patients” who went berserk intermittently were taken care of.”

"...You won." Wilson let out a long breath, "Where can I find you?"

"The land of destiny we met for the first time! I'm wearing a dress and light makeup tonight, so it must be very eye-catching!"

"Okay, the alley outside the opera house, I understand." Wilson said, "So, you escaped from the madhouse overnight because you didn't want to be a certain "crazy" patient in the future? You were chosen by Klein gone?"

Jack paused for a long time before saying in a muffled voice, "That's why I hate smart people."

Wilson snorted dissatisfiedly, touched his wallet, and said heartily, "You must not have cash and credit cards with you."

"Those things will ruin our precious date!"

Nonsense!Wilson twitched the corners of his mouth, "No ID either?"

"That's right, it's all because of the traces of your and my existence that can disappear so completely."

Wilson sighed, "Well, I did ask WX-79 to erase your fingerprints, DNA, and dental records, so Jerome, wait for me there, and I'll be there soon."

There was a dead silence on the other end of the phone, and Jack's heavy breathing came after a few seconds.Different from the previous "joyful", this time it seemed depressed and sullen, "Don't call me that name, Aogu."

"Calm down, Jack." Wilson changed his address politely, he didn't want to provoke a lunatic.Annoyed at his slip of the tongue, and not daring to let Jack stay alone, he had no choice but to put the phone far away, and stepped on the gas pedal to the bottom.

He has to hurry up.

……

gallop all the way.

In less than 10 minutes, the silver car stopped firmly behind a tall and thin young man.

The car window was rolled down, revealing Wilson's pale profile, "Get in the car, Jack."

The young man was wearing a dark purple waist-cut suit and buttoned up a weird top hat. He was startled when he heard this, and then turned around in a huff.

"Little Will!" Jack saw the person coming, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he showed a big smile.

"Uh, you finally couldn't help disfiguring your face?" Wilson looked at the other's pale face that seemed to have been painted with white paint, the red lips that seemed to have drunk blood, the hideous scars on both sides of the mouth, and the black panda eyes with grass green. Curly semi-long hair, I only felt a spasm in my stomach, "This 'light makeup' is really good."

"Thank you." Jack bent down gracefully, and saw the canvas pocket of the co-pilot casually spread out from the rolled down car window, and realized that the seat tonight did not belong to him, so he opened the door of the back seat very consciously... …

In the next second, he quickly withdrew his half-entrenched body, raised his eyebrows that were invisible under the paint, and said with surprise, "Small Will, I knew you were a born criminal!" He Pointing to the half-naked woman in the back seat who was only covered with a thin blanket, her body was wounded, and she was obviously in a coma, she asked with a look on her face.

but.

What's with that comforting tone of my family's young son growing up? !

"That's your illusion." Wilson rolled his eyes, motioned Jack to get in the car quickly, and asked worriedly, "Before I came...you didn't do anything out of the ordinary, did you?"

"Of course." Jack shrugged and said innocently, "I just stood there without moving my feet!" The drunken bastard who rotted and stinked in which trash can... he didn't have eyes and bumped into his hand, didn't he?

"Let me just believe you." Wilson's tone was suspicious, but he still started the car.

Jack stroked his hair happily, and closed the car door casually.He glanced over the unconscious lady inadvertently, and opened the thin blanket with great interest, exposing the terrifying scars on the woman's chest, and squinted his eyes to admire it.

"The craftsmanship is really bad." He finally concluded with disgust.

Immediately afterwards, a strong smell of blood could no longer be suppressed, and filled the car.