I used to believe in science

Antoinette suddenly opened his eyes, sat up a little straighter, put his elbows on the edge of the car window and combed his hair to hide his gaffe.She fell asleep again unknowingly, and in her dream, she was still trying to find the continuation of the dream last night.

She woke up from last night's dream card table flying over her head.After going to sleep, there is only a little vague impression, hazy.

She looked in the rearview mirror on the passenger side, and met the pair of blue eyes inherited from her grandfather, her father, and her brother.

"Didn't sleep well last night?" Aaron Hotchner, who was driving in the driver's seat, glanced at the girl beside him and asked with concern.

"I watched a movie last night, Schindler's List." The girl took a tissue from the co-pilot and wiped her face, answered vaguely, and shrugged her shoulders to express her indifference, then looked out the window and asked, "It's almost there ?"

"Here we are." Hodge nodded and answered briefly.

Antoinette raised his head following his line of sight, and saw the iron railing gate standing at the end of the road.So she put away the file that was spread out on her lap, it was an old file with a case closed stamp on the cover, Hodge had read it through when it was given to her yesterday, she wanted to check it again in the car Avoid missing a single detail.

When they stepped into the prison, Antoinette had a creepy feeling.When they came, it was not the time for the wind, so there were not many people in Neti Square, and most of the people were staying in their cells.Like others in Ai said, this prison in Virginia houses psychopathic criminals, mostly serial killers, and most of these people are not normal enough to make it look like a cross between a mental hospital and a prison .

Even if Antoinette hasn't communicated with any of them, he can feel the depressive and twisted crazy atmosphere here.

And after the whistle and sneer riots in the first district, they walked up to the third floor, where it became very quiet because of the change of the iron gate design. Crisis behind the door.She took two quick steps and almost bumped into Hodge, but her officer just turned her head and gave her a look, and didn't comment on her following so closely.

They came to the interrogation room at the end of the corridor, sat at a section of the table, and watched the prison guards bring the criminal over, handcuffs locked to the fixtures on the table for safety.

"Looks like today is my lucky day." Hodge's criminal who came to visit today sat there lazily, spread his hands and leaned forward, looking at her with slightly squinted eyes.It was a man in his 40s, who had begun to bald early, and the few remaining three millimeters of hair were gray, and his eyes were greedy when he looked up and down undisguisedly.

Antoinette had to look at him, restraining his urge to jump up and run away, not even daring to blink.She knew that looking away first would give control to the other party, which would greatly satisfy the other party's perverted psychology and would be detrimental to their negotiation.

"Rice." Hodge saved her, and his well-timed voice made the other party look at him.

"Agent Hotchner." Rice gave him just one look, and let out a lazy, false exclamation as if he had just noticed the presence of another person. "Long time no see. Looks like you got promoted. Is it because of me?"

"I was promoted to better help those who have been hurt by people like you." Hodge replied straightforwardly without any meaning of joy or sadness.

"Oh, justice is awe-inspiring." The other party replied with a lack of interest and yawned, "Is there anything I can do for you?"

"You asked me to come here, Rice." Hodge straightened the corners of his mouth, and tolerated the other party's rude behavior. He is an experienced psychologist and will not be angry because of this offense.

"Oh, yes." Rice suddenly became interested in the crevices of his own nails at this moment, and nodded while digging his nails with his head down. Meet the most important people in my life, like you." He said, then looked up, and turned to the girl on the side again.

Antoinette spread out the materials he had brought in front of the other party, which listed photos of all the suspected victims of the Rice case, some of which were found, and some were still missing.

"Oh, you guys remember this and haven't given up yet?" Rice looked down at the photo folders pushed in front of him, rubbing his hand twice on one of them "I appreciate your work...but the riddle is that comparison fun."

Antoinette lowered her head and set up the recording pen and prepared the pen and paper. She heard Fang's sticky laughter, "This way, a baby like you is willing to come and see me."

Before she could react, there was the sound of the opposite chair being dragged, and a gust of wind swept past her. The criminal who was sitting across the table had already stood up and leaned over the table to come to her.When she looked up and saw the face that was almost pressed against her, she didn't dare to move for a moment.The latter sniffed her hair with her eyes closed.

"Beautiful blue eyes, I can even smell the ocean, perfect." Rice sniffed the air with an intoxicated expression.

Everyone was quiet for a while, and the air was heavy as if time had stopped.Les's face was tilted to one side, his eyes widened in disbelief.Hodge stood up and pushed Rice back into his position.

But before Hodge had time, Antoinette moved first. She grabbed the opponent's hair, and simply and roughly slammed Rice's head on the table.

At four o'clock in the afternoon the day before, the BAU team Hotchner's office in the Quantico FBI building.

"Edward Rice, a road killer in Virginia, started committing crimes seven years ago, was arrested five years ago, and was locked up in the local prison..." Antoinette recalled while flipping through the files handed to her by the team leader. It's a classic perverted murder case. She had seen it when she joined the job, and she remembers correctly that you were the person in charge of this case back then. "

"...He was sentenced to death a few days ago." Hodge nodded slightly and told her some new information that was not in the file. "But we still don't know where his body was dumped." Looking into the other person's eyes, he continued, "Now he asks to see me."

"This is his last chance before he dies." Antoinette finished the sentence for him, but she didn't quite understand why Hodge told her. She lowered her head and looked at the files in her hand again. Those victims were all 23 -27 year old girl, suddenly she understood "You think I might be Rice's type?"

"You are the type that Rice likes." Hodge gave her an affirmative answer.

"So what can I do?"

"You don't have to do anything." Hodge's answer baffled her, but he went on to explain that "Rice is very controlling, and you just sit there and make him feel challenged, and that's going to make a difference." We bring opportunity."

When Rhett hurried in, Emily and Morgan were talking together, Emily frowned, and Morgan also looked dignified.Reid put the bag on his desk, first looked at the desk opposite him, the desk was empty and neatly arranged, which meant that the owner of the seat was not at work, so he turned his head to look at the other two people in the office, "Does anyone know Where has Nitti gone, she's not at home."

Reid and Antoinette Stark live in the same complex, and they usually commute together. Today, his colleague left without saying goodbye, which made him almost late.

"..."

"You don't know?" Emily raised an eyebrow and asked back.

"What's wrong?" Reid met two pairs of surprised eyes, blinked and still didn't understand why.

"The little girl is going to see Rice with Hodge." Morgan answered him.

"Which Rice...Wait, that Rice?" Rhett paused, his confused eyes turned into surprise, he looked at Emily and Morgan, and the former gave him a positive nod.

Edward Rice, a well-known highway killer in Virginia seven years ago, specifically attacked young women aged 23-28, raped them and then dismembered them, and even left some of the victims’ hair as a memorial. An unsolved case, many bodies have not been found.

"And she actually agreed?" Reid's expression was between 'is she stupid' and 'is Hodge crazy', and he didn't know which one he wanted to express more.

"And the prison in Virginia is full of neuropathy like Rice, and the mental pollution there is no worse than Arkham." Emily didn't help at all and poured cold water on the side.

Rhett opened his mouth, but found he didn't know what to say, so he ended up guessing hopefully, "It's not that bad, is it? She's officially entitled to any interrogation prison visits." of."

For a moment, the other two showed him the expression of "Is she stupid" or "Is Hodge crazy" and didn't know which expression they wanted to express more.

"Her talent for empathy will also make her more susceptible to mental pollution in that environment." Emily rolled her eyes.

"...Then we can't help her now." Reid thought for a while and found that he was not only unable to refute, but also a little worried, and then his mobile phone rang, and he ended the conversation with the two and turned his head from the bag. He rummaged through the phone, and he was surprised by a familiar voice from inside, "Niti, how do you have a signal in prison?"

Rhett saw the eyes of the other two widen and Emily mouthed him, but he didn't understand what the other person was trying to say. He only heard the person on the other end of the phone say to him, "I need your help."