The villain family business [Comprehensive British and American]

The atmosphere in the interrogation room was very depressing. Wilson glanced at the half page of information in the folder calmly, guessing that the source of the trouble was probably the injured woman he picked up, and the one who contributed to the flames was the self-defeating Jack... Crazy Napier.

"I've seen it. Alan Hodge." Hodge briefly introduced: "This is Dr. Reid."

The big brown-haired boy nodded cautiously, licked his lips habitually, and sat down next to Hodge.He put the box containing the case materials on the table, and faced Wilson with the photo of the victim's horrific death.This is a technique commonly used by the BAUs. They use visual impact and mental pressure to stimulate suspects, making them unable to keep calm and expose them prematurely. They have used this technique many times, and sometimes the effect is not good. Unfortunately, it happened to Wilson. nail.

Wilson looked at the horrific death of those people, without excitement, regret, tension, or pride. He didn't have any emotional fluctuations. He just stated calmly, "It's not me."

No, if it is an ordinary person, seeing such a photo will also produce some emotions of surprise or even fear, instead of no mood swings at all!So this person in front of him must be a calm and ruthless person, Rhett secretly thought, this means that the other party has a firm mind and is extremely difficult to break through, and has a strong anti-detection ability.It couldn't be worse for them!

If Wilson knew what Rhett was thinking, he would definitely feel extremely wronged.He has followed the old man through the wind and rain all these years. He has killed the enemy with his own hands and stitched up the wounds of his comrades covered in blood. He has seen all kinds of big scenes, and his heart has long been forged to be extremely strong. How could you be surprised and afraid of such a photo?

Hodge also felt troubled, but he still stared into Wilson's eyes and said, "Beautiful housewives. They all have long blond hair and brown eyes, just like your adoptive mother."

"..." Wilson looked at the photos of the missing women, and gradually another face appeared in his mind. It was gentle, soft, not young but very attractive. It was his adoptive mother.

Unlike the adoptive father who was alcoholic and violent in the later stage, the impression left by his adoptive mother on Wilson was always tolerant and gentle. That's why he quickly accepted this woman who was not a few years older than his heart, and sincerely regarded him as his mother.

It had to be said that Wilson, who had been an orphan in his previous life, was the last person to deal with such people.

It's a pity that Mrs. August died in a car accident. It didn't take long for Mr. August to change from a polite painter to a drunkard who went crazy with alcohol. In the end, he drank himself to death, which made him end his late happiness prematurely. , but... "What does this have to do with my mother?"

Hodge said: "You think that the change of the adoptive father and the tragedy of childhood stem from your adoptive mother. You hunt women who are similar to your adoptive mother and then kill them yourself, as if this can prevent the tragedy of the past."

"I have to say...wonderful imagination." Wilson twitched the corner of his mouth. "And your logic is flawed. Why can killing a woman who is similar to my mother stop the tragedy that has happened?"

Hodge: "..."

Rhett coughed in embarrassment, and said in a low voice quickly: "Uh, in fact, there are quite a few overlaps between your profile and ours, 20-30 years old, white male, returned to Manhattan not long ago, owns a transportable The car of the victim and the corpse, and the remote residence with poor transportation. We also found that you have been exposed to the violence of your adoptive father for a long time when you were young and have a history of arson..."

"Then?" Wilson asked with an innocent expression.

The two people who were talking to each other looked like college students, but compared to the shy and introverted Reid, Wilson was more like a disguised skin. Aggressive madness inside.

Hodge secretly observed all of Wilson's micro-expressions, frowning and writing in profile.

Of course, this situation can’t be blamed on Wilson. He looks well-behaved and young, but inside he has more than 40 years of life experience. In addition, the two lives are very extraordinary: the last life has been famous for a long time, and he is one of the top scientists in the world. He was lured into the deserted island world by accident and struggled for many years. It can be said that he has a wealth of experience. In this life, he has encountered an old man and met too many extraordinary people and things. How can Dr. Reid, who just left school, have a lot of experience? To the nerd of the year can match?

Reid's mouth half-opened when he was asked, shrank like a small animal, and looked away uncomfortably, "Uh, I want to say... many serial killers have these behaviors in their childhood, and most of them Come from a broken home, have been abused or been neglected."

Wilson said: "I can explain that. Regarding the arson, in fact, I was just burning some innocuous manuscripts, and then unfortunately started a small fire."

Rhett raised his ears, "What manuscript?"

Wilson looked at the little doctor, with two pairs of dark circles facing each other, and the visual effect was not ordinary.

He didn't know what he thought of, raised his eyebrows, and said, half-truthfully, "Some ridiculous childhood fantasies, such as creating a door that can travel through space." After dozens of repeated battles and failures, his heart Disappointed, he burned all the manuscripts and gave up the idea of ​​going home.

Rhett licked his lips, and was about to have a long talk with Wilson about the space-time universe, when Hodge coughed and stopped them all, "Continue."

Wilson looked innocent, "As for the alibi for the disappearance case, I really don't have one, but this alone can't convict me. The FBI also needs to talk about evidence when handling the case."

"Mae Webster," said Hodge suddenly.

"what?"

"It was reported that you imprisoned and injured Mrs. Webster, and she was one of the victims of this serial murder. She disappeared three days ago."

There was no surprise on Wilson's face. Although his hands were handcuffed behind his back, he didn't look down at all.

He leaned forward slightly, and said frankly: "I came to Manhattan a month ago and stayed in a hotel all the time. I didn't know until two days ago that my adoptive father's old house was still there, and it wasn't taken away by those messy relatives. I just moved here this morning. That Mrs. Webster you mentioned, I ran into by accident while out shopping, and she jumped on the front of my car and begged me to save her, so I let her in and took She went home, but she passed out as soon as she got in the car, where did you get the testimony that I imprisoned her?"

There were so many loopholes that he couldn't complain, Hodge resisted the desire to roll his eyes, and pointed out sharply, "Since it's kind, why didn't you send her to the hospital?"

"Why should I send her to the hospital? She has no fatal injuries. Although she looks scary, as long as the bleeding is stopped in time, there will be no danger, and I can do this myself." And when it comes to murder, although his resume seems It's no problem, it can't stand up to scrutiny, if a police officer suddenly has an occupational disease and investigates, just the pile of encrypted files with blank records will be a lot of doubts, and the old man will be involved at that time, wouldn't it be troublesome to smooth it out.

At this time, Wilson didn't know that his strange resume had attracted the attention of the mysterious girl Garcia, and he was gearing up to solve the mystery!

Outside the interrogation room, Morgan looked at the monitor with his arms crossed and frowned, "Who's lying?"

"He wasn't lying," Gideon said.

Morgan couldn't hide his surprise at all, "Napier is still lying in the intensive care unit. He has broken two ribs, and his hands and feet have dislocated fractures to varying degrees. Could it be that he is lying?"

Gideon said: "Napier's performance was too hyperactive at the time. We thought that his emotional loss was due to a terrible experience, but there is another possibility." He was originally mentally abnormal.

Morgan naturally understood Gideon's unfinished words, "So we need to treat the 'victim' as an unknown suspect or some accomplice for interrogation?"

"The target of the unknown suspect has always been a married woman with blond hair and tea eyes. It makes no sense to make changes on Napier." Gideon said: "And the cut on Napier's mouth is not a new injury. The injury was at least half a month ago. It's a lead, at least but whatever the truth, he has something to do with it."

Morgan frowned again.

Gideon looked away from the monitor, looked at Wilson who was contradicting Hodge behind the one-way mirror, and fell into deep thought.

The atmosphere in the interrogation room was stagnant, and the interrogation reached a stalemate.

Misfortunes never come singly, and the BAUs immediately received another very bad news.

The dead reappeared.

Daisy Dalby, who disappeared only last night, was killed and her body was still dumped by the highway.The place where the body was dumped this time was less than ten kilometers away from where Luke worked, but unfortunately it was still beyond the monitoring range of the camera, leaving no useful information behind.

This is a mockery of BAU!Contempt for the police!

It is also very likely that the unknown suspect was provoked and interrupted his own pace.

So what was the reason that angered him? The disappearance of the No.4 victim probably stemmed from Mrs. Webster's escape, so what caused her premature death?

Hodge frowned so much that he could kill a mosquito, he clenched his fists angrily and pounded on the interrogation table, then suddenly remembered Wilson's testimony full of loopholes, his eyes darkened, and he quickly grasped a key point, "Webbers Mrs. Te jumped on the front of your car and asked you for help?"

"That's right." Wilson nodded calmly.

"What place!"

Wilson thought for a while and said, "There are no signs on that section of the expressway, but after driving for another four or five minutes, you can see a convenience store. I went there to buy things."

Rhett raised his head abruptly, his eyes widened, "Smilingface?"