[Comprehensive] fog

The scene once again confirmed the judgment of everyone in BAU.The murderer was bloody and cruel, with traces of blood splatter everywhere, one can almost imagine the tragedy at that time.

The survey of the site also verified the preliminary profile of BAU. JJ held a media conference.

"What we need to look for is a local resident, male, white, about 25-35 years old. He lives within three blocks of this neighborhood. This person has a mental breakdown and recently has obvious abnormal behavior..."

Fortunately, the unidentified person who had a mental breakdown did not rationally cover up his actions due to his extreme anger and poor mental condition, which made profiling not difficult.But unfortunately, there are about 3000 people living in the area where he committed the crime, and most of the houses are single apartments that are frequently rented, which has caused trouble for the search.

The day after the profile was released to the public, another murder emerged.This time it was at the private residence of a well-known local gang leader. Six people died, and the scene was still obviously overkill.To make matters worse, the police did not find the body of the gang leader Haier at the scene, and there were bloodstains left by the drag at the back door of the house.

Hodge intended to let Lin Qing get used to the various situations BAU faced as soon as possible, so he took Lin Qing to watch this scene.It has to be said that even after being baptized in many worlds and seeing disgusting zombies and the like, Lin Qing can only guarantee that he will not feel sick in this situation.Still visually shocked, she tried her best not to take her eyes off, focusing on the horrific corpses, and trying to find some relevant clues.

Different from the pure disgust and fear of zombies, the murder scene brings more human impact.Why would anyone do such a thing to their own kind?Why does life have completely different values ​​in the eyes of different people?This is a naked torture of the three views and human nature.

Lin Qing's efforts made Hodge nod slightly, and he looked at Officer Grady inquiringly.

"I didn't expect that I would have a day when I was sad for the gangsters. There are six people in total, four in the house and two in the yard." Police officer Grady said with a sigh. He seemed unable to bear to stay at the scene and did not follow Lin Qing and the others walked into the room.

"Looks like they tried to resist." Rossi picked up a gun from the ground and put it in the evidence bag.

"One-on-six, it still looks like a complete victory? Can a person with a mental breakdown do this?" Lin Qing couldn't help but wonder.

"It's actually quite possible, just look at the shootings at schools and at work," Riedkop said.This time he didn't talk much, which made Lin Qing slightly relieved, but she still had doubts.

"But it seems that our unknown person didn't use a gun, did he? For a cold weapon to achieve such a level, he should be very skilled, right? Or do he exercise regularly?"

"People who have a breakdown can often do things beyond what people imagine. What they can do depends entirely on who they imagine themselves to be," Rossi said slowly.

In the sight of the local police officer who was not aware of the severity, Hodge calmly concluded: "Agent Jennifer has let the media announce the content of the press conference, and she has released the profile of the criminal to the public. There must be someone in this person's life circle Someone knew something was wrong with him and hopefully these descriptions will bring awareness to them."

As early as many years ago, Chinese leaders told the masses a truth: the power of the masses is great.

The hotline of the police station, which was almost blown up, confirmed this truth.

Since the profiling was released the night before, the hotline of the police station has been busy, not to mention the enthusiastic people who come to the police station to "provide help" from time to time.

After receiving N reports of suspicious neighbors or colleagues calling the police, a number of "this is God's punishment" and "this is Mary's will" and so on, fragmentary remarks such as "my dog ​​swallowed the blade It is likely to be the murder weapon of the murderer" and other inexplicable information, and finally obtained the real information of this unknown person.

The information provided by this Asian man named Bobby was about his employer, the well-known cartoonist Johnny McHale.Bobby said that Johnny has been in a trance recently, and there seems to be a problem mentally, and his style of painting has changed drastically.He repeatedly called his deceased girlfriend, as if they were just having a falling out.After several examples, the most convincing evidence is Johnny’s latest drawing brought by Bobby—the black, white and red interlaced picture with a strange gothic style, but what surprised Lin Qing was not this, she quickly Pull out the crime scene photos from the previous cases for comparison - they are almost identical.

"Send a team of special police, let's arrest this Michael Hale." Morgan made a decisive decision.

"I'm going to call and call everyone who is familiar with McHale to the police station to see if there are any new clues." JJ also said immediately.

"Very well, split up." Hodge made a final decision.

McHale's arrest went without a hitch.His spirit has completely collapsed and his memory is confused.When the special police broke in, he was sitting on the ground with his head in his arms, surrounded by torn or crumpled drawings.

His manager Bobby watched him being escorted into the police station by the police and wanted to stand up and say something, but was stopped by JJ.Bobby's expression was a bit complicated: "He's not a murderer, he...is just sick." He said.

JJ nodded silently: "We know."

I brought a few boxes of things from McHale's studio, most of which are drawings.The life of this brilliant painter was apparently regular and monotonous.His latest works are all in black, white and red. The name is "Night". Most of the scenes in it are similar to the crime scenes. The only difference is that those people who die in a miserable state are hideous werewolves in his works.As for the latest drawing, it can be recognized almost at a glance that it is the residence of the gang leader Haier who had an accident today.Because of the artist's exquisite drawing skills, the picture looks like a black and white photo of the house.

"Mr. McHale is very ill," said Rossi.

In addition to describing the misfortune that happened to the great painter, Garcia's call from BAU's universal logistics also added her lament.Johnny McHale is an extremely good painter. It is undeniable that he is a genius in comics, so Garcia, who likes Two-dimensional, is undoubtedly his fan.Garcia expressed his embarrassment at the fact that his favorite cartoonist degenerated into a murderer.

"It's not surprising," Rhett said in a rare consolation, but maybe he didn't think he was consoling: "Sometimes for an artist, the difference between madness and genius is success. What is it?"

Reid dug out the artist's mobile phone in the box, which made hundreds of calls to the same number in a few days.After dialing the number, a female voice was heard saying: "Hi, this is Vicky, I can't answer the phone now..."

"Vitch?" Rhett was a little dazed.

"His girlfriend." Lin Qing happened to make an additional explanation: "His manager said it."

Following the ringtone, Morgan got a pink phone of the same model in another box—it belonged to McHale's girlfriend, Vicky, who died six months ago.

"Sometimes what the unknown suspect does is really reasonable." JJ sighed, turned and walked away.

After peeling off the cocoons and clearing the fog, the true face of the incident was revealed to everyone.

McHale had a great relationship with his girlfriend, Vicky, when a local gang attacked them late one night six months ago, right in the alley where he killed.His newly pregnant girlfriend died on the spot, and McHale himself was almost cut open with a knife, but he was rescued back.Yet when he was discharged from the hospital, he could not recognize the faces of any of their attackers.

Without a doubt, PTSD.

He himself could not face the pain of the death of his beloved, thinking that Vicky was still alive, thinking that they would still be happy.However, in his subconscious mind, he clearly knew all this.The great pain broke his spirit, and when he couldn't bear it, he would go out and attack those who destroyed his happiness.But now, all the gangsters who might be involved in this matter have died under his knife, and the real story of the matter has no way of knowing.

McHale's psychological trauma was too painful, which made him avoid everything subconsciously. He didn't even remember that he had been in the hospital and suffered such a serious injury.

Through the glass of the interrogation room, Lin Qing saw the famous painter.He was not tall, with delicate features, and it was hard to imagine that this not tall body burst out with such power and caused such a tragedy.

Facing the interrogation, McHale looked innocent and bewildered.He is not pretending, because of mental problems, he really doesn't remember those.

Under the double interrogation of Rossi and Hodge, they finally induced McHale's memory.The great pain knocked down the little man, causing him to explode with unimaginable strength. He broke the edge of the table and broke free from the shackles of his hand that was bound to the edge of the table.

"No! No!" He turned his head and tried to deny it all.Rossi, Hodge, and the sheriff worked together to push him down on the table.

McHale struggled and shook his head frantically: "No! No! This is not true! You don't understand!"

"It's over! Child! You're safe!" Rosie whispered reassuringly.

The man slowly stopped struggling, tears flowed from the corners of his closed eyes, his voice was hoarse like crying: "I can't save her..."

"Listen kid, if you tell me where the man you took, Haile, is, we'll intercede for you." Rossi coaxed.

McHale's chest heaved violently, as if he had returned to the bloody night again.He closed his eyes tightly and shouted, "They made me look... they made me look at Vicky... Vicky... they made me look!"

"We know, we know. They're beasts." Hodge said softly, "You're sick and you don't know what you're doing."

Under Hodge's comfort, the young painter gradually calmed down. Rossi stared at his face and asked softly but firmly, "Tell me, where is Haier?"

The author has something to say:

Some unchangeable tragedies are true... ╮(╯_╰)╭

Some people really deserve to die, but even if they deserve to die, it should not be given to them personally.