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Reid bent down to examine the wounds on the corpse carefully.Pointing to the gunshot wound, he said, "There seems to be something in it."

The forensic doctor looked at it and said: "Yes." He took out the tweezers and slowly took out a small white glowing fragment from the wound: "It's a fragment."

"Tracking the evidence does not belong to the path of the wound." Augustine said suddenly.

The old forensic doctor glanced at Augustine: "Yes, follow up the evidence."

Reid looked at it and asked, "Did it come from a window or something?"

"No." The old forensic doctor and Augustine said at the same time.

The old forensic doctor smiled and motioned for Augustine to speak first. Augustine paused for a while and said, "Prisoners hate their faces. After disfigurement, they definitely want to see their desperate faces before they die."

Reid secretly breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that Augustine was still rational, and it was not in vain for him to make a wrong inference.

The old forensic doctor said: "There is no shooting residue. And it looks like a piece of plastic." He said that he put the fragments into the evidence bag: "I will let my colleagues in the forensic department examine it later."

"Thank you," Reid said.

Seeing Reid staring at the woman's face, the old forensic doctor said, "It's scary, isn't it. But the knife wounds have been counted. The other victims were treated with sulfuric acid, fire, and strong alkali, and there was one whose face was smeared. Glue and the like, and then use your hands to inch by inch..."

"Tear it off, I know." Reid quickly interrupted the old forensic doctor's detailed and vivid description. He saw Augustine's body trembling slightly, a little anxious, and turned sideways to block Augustine's sight.

Augustine put her hand on Reid's arm, stopping Reid's movements gently but forcefully.

He said in a deep voice, "Can I have a look at the other corpses?"

The old forensic doctor waved his hand: "Please go ahead, remember to be careful not to damage the evidence."

"I know," Augustine said.One by one, he opened the shrouds, taking a cursory look at the scars on the faces of the dead before focusing on their hands.

Finally, he stood on the last autopsy table. Augustine's hands shaking the shroud, this was the last body.If not, then his mother was still alive and well, it was just a nightmarish misunderstanding.

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"Augustine..." Reid called softly.

Augustine closed her eyes, opened them again, and gently lifted the shroud.This man was the victim whose face was torn off piece by piece with glue.

Augustine tried to ignore the look on her face.The shroud was gradually pulled down, and the dead woman's hands were placed firmly by her side.

Augustine stared at her right hand suddenly, his eyes were wide open, and the whites of his eyes slowly turned bloodshot.

Reid looked at him sadly, he knew Augustine had found the target.He turned his head and asked the medical examiner, "This is Jennifer Baker?"

The old forensic doctor took the cover-up report beside him and said: "Yes, yes. That's written on the ID card beside her. What's the matter?" The old forensic doctor noticed something was wrong.

Augustine gently closed the shroud for her, and walked quickly to the old forensic doctor: "This is the postcard that Jennifer Baker sent me. There should be her fingerprints on it. Please tell if the two are the same person." Following Augustine, she left the autopsy room quickly.

The old forensic doctor held the postcard and said, "He is Augustine Jones."

Reid nodded indiscriminately, and asked casually, "How do you know?"

"The news reports in the past two days have been crazy." The old forensic doctor put the postcard into the evidence bag: "Speaking of which, what is his relationship with the deceased?"

Reid was a little worried about Augustine. He didn't hear the forensic doctor's questioning and said: "I'll go out first, excuse me." After saying that, Reid went out.

The old forensic doctor sighed softly: "Young people nowadays..."

Augustine didn't go far, he was in the corridor outside the autopsy room.

Reid took a few quick steps, then slowed down.He saw Augustine leaning against the wall with her eyes closed, expressionless.

Reid didn't make a sound, but Augustine asked, "Is it Spencer?"

Reid walked to Augustine's side and whispered, "Yes."

Augustine didn't speak again for a long time.

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Reid hesitated for a while, but still couldn't think of any words of comfort. For the first time, he hated himself for being so poor. Augustine leaned against the wall with her eyes closed as if she didn't feel Reid's embarrassment, not knowing what she was thinking.

"Kid?" Morgan's voice suddenly came from behind Reid: "What are you doing here?"

Reid staggered a step so he could see Augustine behind him.

Augustine opened her eyes at this moment, looking at Morgan calmly.

Morgan looked at the autopsy room next to him with some understanding, he tapped the palm of his right hand lightly with the copywriter, looked at Reid's bewildered expression, and guessed the general situation: "kid, Hotch is looking for you, you go first Meet him in the reception room."

Reid subconsciously looked back at Augustine, who seemed to have packed up his emotions.He nodded slightly to him, and whispered, "I'm fine." Augustine's voice was a little hoarse, but there was no big emotional fluctuation.

Reid knew that Augustine's heart could not be peaceful, but he didn't know how to comfort him. Reid opened his mouth hesitantly, then reached out and patted Augustine's shoulder: "I'm in front, come to me if you need anything."

"Okay." Augustine replied.

Reid hesitated and left. Morgan watched Reid walk away, looked at Augustine who was leaning against the wall and looking sideways at him, and suddenly remembered Hotch's worry.He walked in and said calmly: "These two days have been very difficult."

Augustine looked at Morgan's hands bent on his stomach, holding the documents, and stood up straight with a cold expression: "Agent, I know what you're thinking. You can put your guard down. I have always had time to witness this murder. It has nothing to do with me."

"Well." Morgan paced forward a few steps: "I didn't say you were connected with this case, did I?"

Augustine said calmly: "But the strength with which you hold the document tells me that you are guarding against me. I don't know where I made you suspicious, but it's best to dispel this emotion at the beginning. I don't like the FBI." agents, but I don’t want to conflict with you either.”

Morgan looked into Augustine's eyes, and there was some scrutiny in his eyes: "You don't like FBI agents getting so close to Reid, why?"

Augustine paused, and suddenly understood why Morgan was so wary of him.I'm afraid the entire BAU has doubts about his purpose of approaching Reid.The cause, unsurprisingly, was his concealment from them in the 'Bonedigger' case.

Augustine and Morgan confronted each other for a while, and finally chose to take a step back: "Spencer is a nice person, although he doesn't realize it himself, but he does make people around him feel at ease."

Augustine spoke slowly, but seriously. Morgan paused, and he withdrew his momentum: "I know. Reid is the youngest in the BAU, kid. We all like him."

Augustine said: "I can tell. Your team leader is a good parent." Facing Morgan's puzzled eyes, Augustine explained: "Confident, strong, caring about you. And fatherly love." Augustine smiled slightly: " If I'm not mistaken, he just became a father, right?"

"Paternal love?" Morgan found it funny, which made his expression soften a lot: "He just had a child, but I didn't see his 'fatherly love' from anywhere. But how do you know that he just had a child ?”

"The first time we met, he chose to protect me. A suspect," Augustine said.

"Protection?" Morgan said. "I didn't hear him mention it."

Augustine said: "When he and my teacher came to see me in prison, there was an episode. One of Mr.Smith's lawyers came to the prison to try to prevent me from being released. At that time, I noticed that when the lawyer asked me At that time, your team leader supported the table with one hand and leaned slightly, which was a defensive reaction. He subconsciously wanted to protect me, which is very special. So when we met again, I paid a little attention to him. His mobile phone Put it in the breast pocket, a place where it is easier to feel the vibration of the mobile phone. And the screen saver of his mobile phone is a picture of a mother and child, when he saw the mother and child, his brows frowned," Augustine pointed slightly Pointing to the center of his eyebrows: "It's loose."

"To put it bluntly, you just saw the screen saver on his phone and found out that Hotch just had a baby, right?" Morgan raised an eyebrow.

Augustine replied without guilt: "Almost. Your boss is strict in his work, and there are almost no traces of children's saliva on his body."

Morgan nodded: "okay...and now you can tell me why after your mother left you for so many years, you are still sure that the corpse inside is your mother." Morgan looked at Augustine's slightly stunned expression, and smiled: " I'm a BAU agent, and behavioral analysis is what I do."

Augustine paused slightly, and said, "It's not completely clear yet. It's just that the right hand of the female corpse has the same callus as my mother's."

"Cocoon?" Morgan asked puzzled.

Augustine said: "My maternal grandfather is Chinese. He had no choice but to leave the motherland. This can be traced back to the political issues of the year. I don't want to say more. In short, even though he left the motherland, he still missed his hometown. So he wanted his children and grandchildren. can write beautiful calligraphy.” As he spoke, Augustine stretched out her left finger and pointed to the place near the first joint of her ring finger: “Anyone who often practices calligraphy has a cocoon here. But my mother, because Writing calligraphy with the wrong posture so she has calluses on the second knuckle of her index finger and the first knuckle of her ring finger."

Morgan said, "Just for that?"

Augustine said: "So I'm not sure. I got a postcard today and I'm pretty sure it's from my mother. I've given it to the forensics department for fingerprinting now."

Morgan nodded: "This will really help us identify our identities." As he spoke, he turned sideways: "I want to go back first, do you want to come with me?"

Augustine's expression moved slightly: "Let an outsider join you?"

Morgan showed a smile: "Of course not, we just told you some information about the victim. After all, we have some contact with you, don't we? In addition, the kid also needs to be taken care of by you. We didn't book it when we came to Las Vegas this time." His room."

Augustine twitched the corners of his mouth, and he took two steps forward and walked beside Morgan: "Then can I ask Hotch to reimburse Spencer's board and lodging expenses?"

Morgan encouraged: "You can try."

Augustine understood that Morgan didn't trust him, but even though he was worried that he still didn't try to control the range of Reid's friends, this made Augustine couldn't help but feel good about BAU.He felt that Reid was really lucky to have such a respectful friend.

Augustine followed Morgan to the conference room. The other BAU members were taken aback when they saw Augustine, and the voices of the discussion stopped unconsciously.

Reid was sitting with his back to the door, he saw the scene suddenly calmed down, turned around suspiciously, and saw Augustine smiling peacefully at him.

Reid hurriedly stood up with the back of the chair: "Augustine, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, Spencer." Augustine nodded slightly: "I think I may have guessed what that piece of debris is, I hope this can help you a little bit."

"What is it?" Hotch asked. Augustine looked at his folded hands on the table, a common listening gesture.

Augustine took two steps forward to grab the mineral water bottle on the table next to Reid.He flipped the water bottle upside down and signaled them. Looking at the patterns on the bottom, he tilted his head and asked Reid, "Spencer, is this shape similar to the fragments you saw before?"

Reid took a closer look: "It's somewhat similar, but it doesn't mean it's the same. The composition of the fragments hasn't been analyzed yet."

"That's it." Augustine stretched out his hand in a pistol pose and pressed it against the mouth of the bottle slightly: "Soda bottle silencer is only effective for two bullets. If it's true, every dead person's wound has this small fragments."

Speaking Augustine put the water bottle back in place: "This shows that the suspect's family is in a difficult situation. Wearing a silencer means that his residence should be an ordinary apartment type. The sound insulation effect is not good. In addition, he clearly controlled the victim. Still using a gun to kill the victim, which can cause a lot of noise. It shows that he is bold and unorganized. Even so, he still remembers to put a silencer on the pistol, so when committing the crime, the suspect is sane , he knows what he is doing. Besides, the body has not been washed, I smell a musty smell from the victim, this time the suspect should be suffering from autism." Augustine paused and continued: "I can This is the only thing that can be judged. In addition, please inform me when the fingerprint report is out. Thank you."

Said Augustine turned and left the meeting room.He is not a member of the BAU and has no authority to know the details of the case.

The police force in Las Vegas is obviously concentrated in this case. Augustine saw the text message from Reid before she got home.At the beginning of the text message, it said that Augustine's judgment was correct, and the fragment did match the material of a mineral water bottle.Augustine didn't read any further.

Augustine closed the text message, he already guessed the result.

Reid opted to text him the news instead of speaking to him in person, which would have shown that the fingerprints on the postcard did indeed match those of the victim. Augustine turned his head to look at the flashing scenery outside the bus, his cell phone was buzzing again at this moment, Augustine took out the cell phone and turned it on, it was from Jones.

It said: "Come back quickly when you've had enough fun, and don't forget about tomorrow's banquet."

There was a sneer at the corner of Augustine's mouth, he stretched out his hand to press the alarm bell, and got out of the car.

I will definitely go to LeoJones' banquet tomorrow.

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Reid did not return to Augustine's house that night, as Augustine had already guessed. Morgan said it was a joke that he didn't book a room for Reid.

The next day, Augustine got into the car that had been waiting downstairs at his house early in the morning, and he watched Jones' secretary hand him a gift. Augustine raised her eyes: "A gift for Jones?"

"Yes." The secretary remained expressionless: "Mr. Jones ordered. He hopes you won't embarrass him."

Augustine didn't care what happened, he tipped the weight of the gift in his hand, and asked curiously, "What's in it?"

"It's just a watch," said the secretary.

Augustine answered and opened the package immediately. Facing the secretary's astonished gaze, Augustine smiled softly: "My outfit is too ugly, so it's going to make him lose face. So of course the most urgent thing is to find something to dress up Take care of yourself." His tone rose slightly, with a smile all over his face.

Augustine put the new watch on his hand very bluntly. Facing the ugly face of the secretary, he whistled quite frivolously: "Cool, Blancpain series watches are really expensive." He proceeded to let the secretary look at the watch on his hand: "How can I afford such an expensive watch, and afford it as a gift? So you should find me some other gifts that I can afford."

The secretary ninja asked angrily: "Then little Mr. Jones, what gift can you afford, please tell me, I will buy it now."

Augustine glanced at the shops outside the window and said, "You can figure it out, remember to buy cheaper things, I can't afford the rest."

The secretary pursed his lips and asked the driver to stop. He said to Augustine, "Mr. Jones, please wait a moment. I'll be back as soon as I go."

Augustine watched the secretary get out of the car with a smile on her face, and said coldly, "Drive."

The driver was slightly taken aback, and he murmured, "But Mr. Green hasn't come back yet."

Augustine said blankly: "It's natural to choose a gift for Jones carefully. But Jones is still waiting for me at the main house, and I don't want him to wait any longer, drive."

The driver hesitated, and finally, not wanting to keep Jones waiting, got the better of him, and restarted the car.

Augustine looked at the watch in his hand, with a smile on his lips.He couldn't wait to see how Jones felt when he saw him wearing the watch.

The car drove into the main house, before it was time for the banquet, a large number of reporters gathered outside the house, Augustine's heart moved, he opened the window and smiled at the reporters.

Augustine's appearance undoubtedly gave reporters a topic.The flashes went on without a break, and Augustine frowned uncomfortably.Fortunately, the car quickly drove into the gate.

Augustine closed the window, looked at her clothes and smiled: "Has Jones prepared any clothes for me?"

The driver saw the smile on Augustine's face through the rearview mirror and unconsciously felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what he felt when he really asked.The driver replied cautiously: "I don't know about the boss's arrangement. When Mr. Jones enters the house, someone will take care of it for you."

Augustine nodded slightly as the car came to a complete stop. Augustine calmly got out of the car and entered the house through the back door.Sure enough, there was a butler waiting for him at the back door, and when he saw Augustine enter the room, he bowed slightly: "Mr. Jones, please come with me."

Without saying a word, Augustine followed the butler into the room.The butler said respectfully: "Mr. Jones, please change into the clothes that Mr. Jones prepared for you."

Augustine raised her eyebrows as she looked at the expensive dress.He looked at the butler and stood aside waiting for him to glance at him: "You go out, it makes me very uncomfortable to stand here and watch me change my clothes."

The butler paused for a moment, then said, "Okay, Mr. Jones, I'm right outside. Call me if you need anything." Then he left the room.

After the butler closed the door, Augustine quickly took out a piece of iron and a few wires from her pocket.

He dragged down the watch on his hand, carefully pried off the back cover with an iron piece and took care not to leave scratches on it, then twisted the wire into a tiny frame, and Augustine took out the miniature recorder sponsored by Lee from the corner of his pocket in the frame.

Thanks to Blancpain's unique hollow design, which left some gaps in the watch, Augustine carefully put the wire frame holding the recorder into the watch and closed the back cover.

Augustine had to rehearse this action countless times before he could finish it in the shortest time. Originally, he wanted to take the opportunity to install the recorder in Jones's study, but the appearance of this watch undoubtedly gave him a better choice.After all, Jones was worried about Augustine, and he might not find time to go into his study.

Of course, the gift he sent out would definitely be guarded by Jones.But he ordered his secretary to buy this watch, which should make him put down a lot of vigilance.The rest of the vigilance, Augustine also has the confidence to dispel it.He wanted Jones to put the watch on himself.defenseless.

Augustine put her watch back on and quickly changed into her suit.Finally, he took out the check that Jones had written to him earlier in his pocket, put it safely in his suit pocket, and then Augustine walked out as if nothing happened.

Seeing that Augustine had changed and left the room, the butler glanced at the watch on his hand, and said, "The banquet is about to begin, Mr. Jones, please come with me."

Augustine saw that the housekeeper wanted to take him up to the second floor, and he turned around and reached the door of the main hall.

Augustine smiled at the surprised butler and said, "Jones has a lot to say to his family. I won't bother him today. I'll just wait for him here." As he spoke, Augustine pushed away before the butler could stop him Next to the door into the main hall.

Because it was a birthday party, the main hall was more luxurious than before.Some guests who have a good relationship with Jones have already gathered in the main hall, and they raised their glasses in twos and threes to invite them to talk. Augustine's entry only got the attention of some people, and those eyes quickly moved away.They all knew what was going on.

No one was smart enough to talk to Augustine, which was very satisfying to him.He picked up a glass of wine and walked to the corner for a drink, enjoying the tranquility of the moment.

About 10 minutes later, the door of the main hall was opened, and groups of businessmen and politicians entered in pairs with their female companions.Some journalists who had permission also entered the venue with their cameras, while other reporters who were not invited could only take a few long-distance photos outside the main house in vain while the gate was open.

Augustine saw the reporters coming in, took a few steps and hid herself in the corner of the main hall.He didn't want these people to break his purity.

After these reporters entered the arena, they did not unscrupulously take pictures with their cameras, but looked around reservedly, as if they wanted to find out the protagonist of the banquet.

But now, Augustine is standing in the shadows without showing his face, and the Jones family has not yet appeared in the main hall. The reporters watched a few times and dared not be too presumptuous, so they did not do much, but each found some targets. Let's talk.

Jones didn't take Joe, and soon after the door opened, he walked down the second floor with his elegant and charming wife on his arm.Behind him are his son and his wife's son and daughter.

They all packed themselves up to be extravagant.Even Abel Jones, who is usually dandy, restrained his decadence today.Although there was a little impatience on his face, his demeanor was a little more aristocratic, and he didn't embarrass Jones.

Jones looked at the guests below with a smile on his face, said polite words of thanks, and quietly searched for Augustine in the crowd from the corner of his eyes.

Augustine nodded to Jones when he looked over, and he raised his glass of wine in greeting.

Jones frowned slightly when he saw this, and he couldn't help wondering whether it was a good move to let Augustine come to the banquet today. There was too much uncertainty in Augustine.Even though he promised him a lot of benefits, he didn't have the confidence that Augustine wouldn't mess around today.

Especially after his secretary called him just now and reported what Augustine did in the car, the uncertainty in Jones' heart became more and more serious.He couldn't guess what his illegitimate son was thinking.

Down the stairs, Jones took his wife's arm and walked towards Augustine without stopping.Although he didn't know what Augustine was thinking, since he was here, today's exchange was inevitable.

Not all the reporters who entered the venue were his.If he had deliberately snubbed Augustine, it was a no-brainer how his opponent would use it to lash out at him.

Jones looked at Augustine standing there leisurely, his eyes turned cold, he only hoped that Augustine would be sensible enough so that he could coexist peacefully with him.

Seeing the Jones family approaching slowly, Augustine put down the empty wine glass in his hand, picked up a glass of untouched red wine, and greeted him.

Augustine's steps were not fast or slow, with a smile on his face, and there was nothing inappropriate in his demeanor.

Augustine's calm and noble spirit and the self-confidence and elegance spreading from the inside out clearly surpassed his half-brother and sister.This made Mrs. Jones frown.She still didn't understand how the star raised such an excellent child.

Mrs. Jones also has a heart to cherish talents. If Augustine's existence is not a reminder of her husband's betrayal, she is also happy to give this young man a chance.

It's just a pity. A cold light flashed in Mrs. Jones' eyes, and she followed her husband towards Augustine with a reserved smirk on her face.

Finally Augustine stood in front of the Jones family.

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Augustine stood in front of Jones, smiling at the man.He nodded slightly to Jones' scrutinizing eyes, his manner polite but not friendly.He paused before opening his mouth: "Father, I wish you a happy birthday."

Jones heard this, his brows were slightly loose, and his expression was half satisfied. He said, "Austin, thank you."

Mrs. Jones nodded and smiled kindly at Augustine. In this regard, the Jones family did a good job. They behaved well, showing closeness but not intimacy.

Neither of them mentioned the incident they broke off a year ago. Jones asked Augustine what his plans were for the future, and if there was anything he could do to help, acting like a loving father. Augustine also said a few words very cooperatively.The scene was not as tense as the reporters thought. Instead, it was harmonious, and it looked as if there had never been any rift between the two.

Abel Jones' concentration was a little weaker, and he felt extremely depressed when he saw the scene where Augustine and Jones had a good conversation. As soon as Abel looked at Augustine's empty hands, he thought of a plan: "Austin, it's my father's birthday today, why didn't I see your birthday present?"

When the reporters on the side heard the words, their eyes flashed brightly. They were worried about how to stir up the conflict between the two to make a fuss.After all, Leo Jones is one of the candidates for governor, and he holds a lot of power in his hands. Even if the reporters have the heart, they don't have the guts. Seeing the two of them talking happily, they can only scratch their hearts and worry.But now Abel Jones raised this question as soon as he opened his mouth, which is a god assist!Reporters silently praised Abel Jones.

When Jones heard Abel's question, a stern look flashed across his eyes.If it wasn't for the wrong timing, he must teach this son who speaks regardless of the occasion.

Augustine turned his head to look at Abel, and nodded slightly. He didn't feel embarrassed by the question he asked: "Abel, please wait a moment. I was in a hurry to celebrate my father's birthday and forgot to bring a present. Please Mr. Green to run Come on, the gift will be delivered later."

Seeing Augustine's calm expression, Abel's anger deepened, and he wanted to say something more.Just then Jones' secretary came from outside the crowd.He politely asked everyone to get out of the way, and walked up to Augustine in a hurry: "Little Mr. Jones, this is the gift you asked me to bring for Mr. Jones." He said on the "gift for Mr. Jones" Slightly added the emphasis, obviously dissatisfied with Augustine's previous behavior of taking the watch as his own.

Augustine took the gift, and he glanced at the secretary's expression, feeling a little cold in his heart.There was sweat on the secretary's forehead, and he obviously looked rushed, but he didn't look flustered. It seemed that this gift was not inferior to the watch on his wrist. Augustine had left him on the high street, where he couldn't buy expensive Jones-worthy gifts.The Blancpain watch in his hand is a customized version, and it must be too late to place an order now.

It seems that Jones may have expected that he would not cooperate well with him, so he prepared plan B early in the morning.That's not good news for Augustine.If the gift in hand is precious enough, then his watch cannot be given away.

Augustine bumped the gift in her hand.He could feel the center of gravity of the gift box.Didn't take apart the Augu