[Comprehensive] IQ knocks on the door

Mother 8

Augustine couldn't help it, he really wanted to know who was the one who dared to refute Jones' face.

The door opened and a handsome young man walked in. Augustine knew this man.

"Lee." Augustine whispered the name with thin lips.The eyes are not the joy of being supported, but dignified.A sense of oppression tightly surrounded his heart.Lee, who appears all the time, makes Augustine feel suffocated. He is like an insect entangled in a web, thinking that he is far away, but finds that he is entangled with spider silk. He was in a panic, and then took advantage of his exhaustion, and it was too late to draw up the line and weave a net, trapping him in the game and not being able to go out.

Augustine's leisurely heart disappeared the moment he saw Lee. Looking at Lee's smiling face, what appeared in his mind was the powerlessness of being forced to make a promise, the innocent entanglement of the dead who lost their lives, and the puzzles that forced them to leave the house. There is a heaviness pressing on my heart everywhere.

Augustine lowered his eyes to hide the firmness in his eyes, that man had saved his life, and he would do things for him, as long as it didn't touch the bottom line.Otherwise, his back would rather be bent than bent!

Augustine faintly sensed that Jones couldn't help being delighted by Lee's arrival.He couldn't help being a little more afraid of the boss.What kind of character would a powerful candidate for governor look forward to?Looking forward to making Jones happy, if not himself.

How could such a person end up in prison?

Lee came alone, but none of the dignitaries who had made friends with Jones dared to show any dissatisfaction with him. They seemed to have reached a consensus, and only Augustine was kept in the dark.

Jones stepped forward and spoke, affectionately but not obsequiously: "Lee, why are you here so late?"

Lee glanced at him with a half-smile, his attitude was so casual that he seemed to have the capital.

Jones froze, the next words stuck in his throat.

After all, Lee was polite: "Mr. Jones's birthday party, no matter what, I want to come to enjoy it." His words were humble, his tone was arrogant, and he seemed very insincere.

Jones didn't have a seizure.

Lee looked at Augustine and said again: "Not to mention anything else, just because you are the father of my best friend, I will give you face at your birthday party no matter what."

What a compliment, it's a slap in the face to say it from a junior who doesn't appear in front of the public.

Jones didn't look annoyed, instead there was joy in his eyes. He turned his eyes to his three children, thinking that Lee was a good friend of one of them. Jones' eyes wandered over and over again to Beryl, the most beloved daughter of his children.

Lee noticed his gaze, and didn't poke it, just pursed his lips and smiled.

He walked towards where Augustine and the others were.Passing by the bewildered children of the Jones family, he stopped in front of Augustine and said with a loud smile, "Austin, why didn't you notify me of your father's birthday? If I hadn't seen a picture of you driving into the gate of Jones' house on the Internet , I didn't know Jones was your father."

Augustine glanced at Jones who was frowning slightly in embarrassment, and said flatly, "Both his and I's last name is Jones, I thought you knew."

"There are so many people with the surname Jones in the world, how do I know that he gave birth to such a genius as you." Lee joked.

Jones' face was going to be swollen from his beating, and the lie he had made up so hard to tell Lee would be exposed.He quickly stepped forward to interrupt Lee's run: "Lee, is your father okay?"

Lee turned his head to look at him, and smiled innocently: "The old man is very nice, and my brothers and sisters are all very young and promising, no one will trouble him, so naturally he is very happy every day."

Jones was confused by Lee's pointed words several times, and he couldn't offend him, so he just laughed twice and dismissed it.

Jones didn't pick on Lee. He was very disappointed. He smiled in his heart and said that the old fox still has smooth fur, which can't be caught, and is very ugly. False and submissive.

The run failed to achieve the desired effect, and Lee inevitably felt bored. He ignored Jones and turned to Augustine, who had been silent all this time: "Let's go, let's go talk?"

Augustine nodded dispensably.

At this moment, Jones couldn't bear the provocations of the ninja juniors one after another, and just wanted them to leave, so he didn't stop them.

Lee and Augustine walked to the corner of the banquet.There were people around who wanted to come up to talk to Lee, but Lee put away the childish air he had just shown and looked around sharply, and there were a lot fewer people who were eager to try.

Lee changed from being lively just now, and sat lazily on a chair in the corner, holding the champagne that was handed over to him. He didn't drink it, but just swung the wine glass, looking at Augustine with a half-smile: "I gave you the champagne before." Is the information about the Jones family available?" Lee was sitting, half a body shorter than the standing Augustine, but he did not appear weak at all, but his haughty look made him look like a king, casual but powerful.

Augustine wasn't overwhelmed by Jones, he just stood there casually and gracefully.

Augustine raised his eyelids and glanced at Lee, with no expression on his face: "What are you here for?"

Lee smiled: "I asked you out before, but you didn't reply me, so I had to come over in person." He didn't lower his volume, as if what he was talking about was not confidential.

Augustine said: "I promised, I won't go back on it, just tell me the time." Then Augustine changed the subject: "But you don't think I can't see that your intention to see me is not just to get a Definitely answer."

Lee didn't answer but said, "I thought you were going to ask me who the old man is."

Augustine said lazily, "I'm too lazy to ask, I don't even want to ask your last name, let alone your background."

"Aren't you afraid that I'll sell you?" Lee asked quite interestingly.

Augustine was annoyed by his indifferent way of asking questions: "I'm going to go first if I have nothing to do."

Lee raised his eyebrows: "Can you leave first for your father's birthday?"

Augustine didn't care much: "After the show is over, he won't stop me when I go out through the back door."

Lee said: "The back door is also full of reporters, they are all waiting to grab the headlines."

Augustine replied: "I have my way. Tell me, what do you want me to do?"

Lee pouted, not buying his account, he had only met Augustine among so many people, it was a waste of him running all the way to support him. Lee just thought about it, but he didn't take it seriously.He took out a note: "It's more reassuring to hand this kind of thing to you personally."

Augustine took it but didn't open it: "What is this?"

"Address." Lee waved his hand: "Boss changed location."

Augustine nodded, stuffed the note into his pocket casually, and said, "I'll go first, you have fun." Turning around and leaving without mercy.

Lee was dumbfounded.He looked at the figure of Augustine who really didn't look back, and was angry and funny in his heart.Without Augustine standing aside, people's eyes fell on Lee, and Lee shuddered. He had the illusion that he was a delicacy in the eyes of others.

Lee quickly got up and chased in the direction Augustine left, wanting him to take him away.However, Lee opened the door through which Augustine left, only to find that it was just a toilet, and there were a few men zipping inside, looking back at him in astonishment.

Lee was taken aback for a moment, he looked around, but did not find Augustine. Lee was extremely depressed, he seemed to be put on by Augustine again.Obviously, he hardly looked away, how did Augustine evaporate in this toilet.

Lee struggled and thought, he smiled shyly, apologized, and found a hole to solve his non-urgent physical problems.

The man in the toilet only thought he was holding back, smiled kindly, and continued with his own business.At this time, a bald man about 40 years old came out of the room. He stood beside Lee and straightened his messy clothes in the mirror, then turned and went out.

Lee glanced casually, just in time to see the man who was closing the door looking at him with a smile. Lee paused, and immediately understood that the person was Augustine who had put on make-up. He zipped up the zipper but didn't take care to properly place his baby, and a whine sounded in the toilet.Facing the realization that everyone gathered on him again in astonishment, Lee looked at the closed door with teary eyes in pain: "shit, Augustine, you better not let me see you!"

Augustine then sneaked out of Jones' house with the equipment that had been hidden for a long time.The reporters gathered at the back door saw that Augustine deliberately painted an ugly face of a 40-year-old wretched uncle, and they didn't add much when they thought that he was a little guy who came to cling to Jones and was rejected and had to slip through the back door in desperation. Notice.

Augustine kept a somewhat ugly and frustrated expression on his face, passed through the crowd smoothly and disappeared into the night.

Augustine walked in the alley, he didn't take off his disguise, and the prostitutes standing around the street didn't dislike his wretched face. Their eyes wandered on Augustine's expensive suit, and there were a few smart people around him. strike up a conversation and show him their beautiful bodies.

Augustine didn't look sideways. He walked through the circle of attractive women and was about to walk out of this dark alley.

There was a man rampaging around the corner, and he was about to run into Augustine.

Augustine evaded reflexively, his eyes swept over the panicked expression of the man, and his heart skipped a beat.Stretching out his foot and tripping his running foot calmly, the man lost his balance and fell to the ground.

At this time, there was an exclamation from the direction where the man ran: "Someone is injured, call an ambulance!"

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Mother 9

Augustine turned around and kicked the man who was about to get up.He bent down quickly and put his elbows on his back.The weight of his whole body was on the man, and the man groaned in pain.

Simultaneously with his muffled groan was the woman's scream: "He's dead!!!"

Augustine's expression darkened, and she reached out to grab the hemp rope that happened to be scattered at the side, and tied the man's hands tightly.He picked up the man who kept yelling and walked towards the scene of the incident.

Listening to the man's increasingly unbearable abuse, Augustine said coldly: "If you keep making noise, I will put a cloth on your mouth."

"Why do you tie me up!" the man asked, panting heavily.

Augustine glanced up and down at the man's attire: "It's up to you to transport the corpse. Be honest, you will be regarded as an accomplice if you run away now, but if you stay obediently, the police will come and ask you a few words and let you go." Now that you're gone, it's time to decide what is more important for such a big person. You can tell the difference yourself."

The man struggled and raised his head in disbelief: "Do you believe me?"

Augustine snorted coldly: "Your cuffs are frayed, your hands are calloused, your trousers are washed white and you don't want to throw them away, and the shoes on your feet are clearly worn this year's spring style, so you know that your family is not in a good place. What you do is to help The work of others carrying things.

In addition, the road is not remote, even if it is throwing the corpse, it will not choose the path of people coming and going.And you didn't drive, so it's impossible to carry the body over and throw it away.It seems that your courage is too great.

When I passed by today, I saw a family just moved in on that road. I think you are here to help them move their furniture.It's just that I don't know why this corpse is mixed with the furniture you want to move.

You saw it by chance, and you ran away in a hurry because you were afraid that it would have something to do with you, am I right? "As Augustine watched him completely calm down, she stretched out her hand and untied the rope that bound her hand: "I can see it, and the police can see it. It's nothing to you if you explain it to them in a while.If you happen to provide some important clues, you can also get a bounty.Not much, but better than nothing. "

The man moved his slightly sore wrist with a grateful expression.He followed Augustine to the scene of the dumping of the body.

The corpse was packed in a suitcase, no wonder the man didn't find anything unusual inside after moving it for a long time.

The suitcase looked very cheap and not strong. The man didn't know where it hung up when he was carrying it. There was a hole in the surface of the suitcase, and there was a little hair inside with one hand folded outside.Those hands are slender, it seems that the person in the box should be a woman.The deceased's fingers were pale, and there were some corpse spots on his wrists. It seemed that the deceased should have been dead for more than a day.

There was an opening in the zipper of the box, and because it was not fully opened, only those standing near it could see the face of the dead through the opening.

A few sensible people at the scene used the hemp rope used for carrying to pull out a small area to isolate the spectators from a certain distance. Augustine didn't even think about going in, those people must have called the police, he just stood outside and looked at the witness beside him.

It didn't take long for the sirens to sound, and the onlookers gave way in an orderly manner to allow the police to enter the scene. Augustine and the man beside him moved out of the way with the crowd, and he inadvertently saw a few familiar figures among the coming people.

Augustine couldn't help frowning slightly when he saw the black member of the BAU team and a blonde beauty who had met in the conference room yesterday. Augustine's gaze fell on the suitcase again. Is this corpse related to the previous serial murders?Why does he feel something is wrong?

The policemen removed the hemp ropes that the well-meaning people had pulled up to protect the scene, and put on formal cordon belts. The members of the BAU accompanied the members of the forensics department to file in. The latter surveyed the scene, while the former walked towards the location of the two witnesses. .

Suddenly he was tapped lightly on the shoulder, and Augustine froze and wanted to attack reflexively, but heard a familiar childish voice, and the owner of that voice hesitated: "Augustine?"

Augustine froze for a moment, then turned to meet Reid's puzzled eyes.

"Spencer." Augustine greeted in a low voice: "Why are you here? Aren't you with the team members?"

A trace of surprise flashed in Reid's eyes, and he pursed his lips and smiled when he saw Augustine's funny dress.Suddenly thinking about Augustine's mother again, her smile faded a little.

In order to change the topic, Reid coughed and quickly explained: "Morgan asked me to take some pictures. You know, serial killers usually return to the scene. They like the feeling of playing the police with applause."

Augustine nodded.

Reid asked again: "But why are you dressed like this?"

Augustine said helplessly: "It's a long story, I'll talk about it later, let's get down to business first. I may have found a witness for you." As he spoke, Augustine pulled the men around him to him, and explained the cause of the incident .

Reid frowned after hearing this, and looked at the person in front of him suspiciously.Because Augustine didn't share his speculation, Reid is still skeptical of the so-called witness.

But only for a moment, Reid turned his head and said: "If this is the case, then this case does not make sense."

"Indeed, the modus operandi of this case is completely different from that of your suspects. Can you be sure that this case is committed by the same person as the previous ones?" The blond woman said to the man who said something: "Who is that guy?"

Reid took a look, and confessed everything without thinking too much: "The police station received a call from a witness, and it seems that he was the first person to find out. He is the husband of the deceased."

Augustine seemed to remember something, he asked, "Is he the first person to discover?"

Reid nodded: "Yes, but I will ask JJ about the specific situation later."

Augustine tilted his head and looked at JJ seriously, he could hear the affection expressed in Reid's tone.He blinked playfully and nudged Reid lightly with his elbow.But all he got in exchange was Reid's innocent looking eyes.

Augustine sighed feebly and wanted to say something else. Morgan noticed the two whispering at the side all the time, he walked over with a frown, and looked closely at the disguised Augustine: "Reid, what's wrong?"

Reid knew from Morgan's guarded look that he didn't recognize Augustine, and Reid quickly waved his hand and explained: "It's nothing, you misunderstood Morgan, he is Augustine."

Morgan's eyes widened in surprise, and he looked at Augustine in disbelief.

Augustine smiled slightly, with some color on his face: "Morgan, it's me, but thank you."

"Thank me for what?" Morgan recovered from hearing the familiar voice, he found it funny.

Augustine blinked: "Spencer recognized me right away. I thought my cross-dressing skills had deteriorated. I'm relieved to see your reaction."

Augustine looked handsome when he blinked when he was not in disguise, but it hurt his eyes if he blinked after changing. Morgan looked at Augustine with an embarrassing face, and even Reid couldn't bear to look directly at him.

At this time, JJ finished the notes, she whispered a few words of comfort, and then walked towards the direction of several people.He looked at Augustine in confusion and asked, "Who is this?"

Augustine pursed her lips in satisfaction, and took off the wig without waiting for Reid's introduction.He magically took out a handkerchief from his suit pocket and wiped it on his face.His handsome face was restored in an instant: "I was in a hurry when we met last time, and I didn't have time to introduce myself. I'm sorry, I'm Augustine Jones." He stretched out his hand while speaking.

JJ turned his head to look at Reid in surprise, saw him nodding, and said in amazement: "Jennifer Jareau, you can call me JJ, nice to meet you, I have to say that you have a very good hand."

Listening to JJ's unabashed praise, Augustine smiled with sincerity and admiration. Sure enough, the women in the FBI are very forthright and unpretentious.

Augustine smiled and said, "Thank you for the compliment."

After the two shook hands, JJ said again: "Although you and Spencer are friends, we can't sneak away at work." She smiled and waved her head to signal the reporters who came around after hearing the news: "We can't give them Leave a handle."

Although it is a refusal, JJ will not make people feel disgusted when she says it. She seems to have a unique charm innately, which makes people feel close.

Augustine raised his hands and said, "I see, I don't bother. But I have a witness here, I think you should use it."

Facing JJ's puzzled eyes, Reid quickly explained the matter.

JJ's eyes softened a little, she thanked Augustine sincerely, and then said to the man who was still staring at Augustine's true face in a daze, "Sir, please come with me."

Seeing the witnesses being taken away, Augustine thought there was nothing wrong with him. He was tired from a busy day today, so he turned around and wanted to go back to rest.

But Reid grabbed his arm: "Augustine, do you... want to go back to the police station with us. It's very abrupt to ask, I mean." Reid paused for a while and said, "I mean you want to know The details of the case, right?"

Augustine froze for a moment, met Reid's anxious and concerned gaze, and suddenly reached out and rubbed Reid's head.He brushed away Reid's hesitation, and then smiled brightly. Augustine said gently: "Doesn't that break your rules?"

Reid said: "No, you are also a relevant witness, and letting you go back is breaking the rules."

Augustine smiled lowly, taking Reid's kindness to heart, and said softly, "Okay. Thank you, Spencer."

Reid showed a happy smile to Augustine and pulled the yellow line to lead Augustine to several people.

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Mother 10

JJ watched Reid bring Augustine over, showing a helpless smile, she had already had a premonition so she didn't raise any objections. Augustine was indeed a witness, and there was nothing wrong with the procedures in participating in the case.

After the forensic department took the photos, they put the suitcase carefully. They unzipped the zipper lightly, forcibly twisted it up in a strange posture and stuffed it into the suitcase. Looking at them, there is a feeling of death.

The victim's husband gasped unbearably, and there was resentment in his eyes again, so he avoided his sight.The other witness beside him exclaimed and turned his head, and said with compassion: "How much pain did she suffer before she died."

"In fact, it is purely nonsense to say that the death without peace is because the deceased suffered too much pain and accumulated resentment. In fact, the death without peace can be classified into the following two reasons. One is instant death, that is, complete ignorance within a short period of time Killed under certain circumstances, such as being shot in the head suddenly, resulting in instant brain death, no time for muscle reflex conditions, instant loss of consciousness, stiff eye nerves, unable to close eyes, and death by suffocation." Reid explained while squatting down, Look carefully at the body of the deceased.With his hands in rubber gloves, he brushed away the dead woman's tangled hair, raised her head and carefully looked at the strangle marks on the dead woman's neck: "This dead man obviously belongs to the second case, death by suffocation. Due to the brain Severe hypoxia, nerve reflexes require oxygen as soon as possible, causing people to stare glaringly, muscle spasms, make facial muscles abnormal, and finally die with unsettled eyes."

Speaking of Reid and Morgan, JJ exchanged looks. Morgan nodded slightly, and he said to the husband of the deceased: "We have something to ask you about your wife in detail, please go back to the police station with us to assist in the investigation, thank you."

The expression on the face of the husband of the deceased froze, but what Morgan proposed was reasonable. If he refused, it would make people feel guilty.

The deceased's husband hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded and agreed: "Okay, I will go with you now."

As for Augustine, because of Reid's efforts, he finally got into the car bound for the police station.

Augustine and Reid share a car.On the way, Augustine looked at Reid's tense expression and asked, "Do you think the husband killed his wife?"

Reid asked back: "Don't you think so?"

Augustine nodded without hesitation: "I think he did it."

Reid turned his head to look at him when he heard the words: "How do you say?"

Augustine said: "When the body was found, I happened to catch the panic-looking gentleman standing at the entrance of the alley not far from the incident. The husband who shouted first should be the deceased's husband. He said, 'someone is injured, call an ambulance.' '." Augustine said with a sarcastic smile on the corner of his mouth: "I think he has watched too many TV shows, and he thought that saying death would reveal his murderer's identity when he saw the corpse at the first sight, and instead covered it up by saying he was injured, but If you don’t know this, it’s self-defeating. How can a person be alive without screaming for help after being stuffed into such a small box? Even the lady passing by just took a look and realized that she was dead.”

Reid tilted his head: "I didn't notice this aspect, but I just think the scars on the deceased's face are very wrong. The suspect's modus operandi has not been repeated. Among the deceased, there have been cases of disfigurement with a knife. He can't go back and do it again. This is not suitable for the suspect. The trend of the evolution of the modus operandi. Moreover, the wound on the face of the deceased was not smooth, and there were many small scratches around it. Obviously, the perpetrator was hesitant and frightened, which made the hand that made the knife tremble continuously to leave such knife marks. In this situation It only appears when killing someone for the first time or in a state of extreme mental instability. That doesn't fit our profile. Also..."

"Strangling marks." Augustine took Reid's words: "From shooting to strangling is a symbol of the evolution of a sadistic method, because the latter is a hundred times more painful than the former. But the suspect will never choose this method, because... "

Augustine's words suddenly stopped, and Reid's eyes lit up. They finally found the place they had neglected.

"Augustine..." Reid stared at him with wide eyes knowingly: "It's because."

"Redemption." The two said in unison.

"A bullet shot into the heart quickly ends the victim's life. In the case of long-term torture of the victim, what this bullet brings is not destruction but redemption!" Reid said quickly: "If disfigurement is regarded as punishment, Then shooting is the relief that the dead deserve after atonement."

Speaking of which, Reid dialed Garcia's phone: "Garcia, have you checked all the victim's information."

"Handsome young man, you underestimate the energetic hands of this queen." Garcia's energetic voice came from the other end of the phone: "Yes, I have found out all the information about the victim. Although I know it's wrong to say that Okay, but I have to say that these women have done all kinds of bad things."

"How?" Reid asked.

"Let me tell you. The fire victim was called pettysomething. Don't correct me, Reid, I can't be bothered to remember the names of these bastards. She was visited by colleagues from the Child Protection Division several times for abusing her own children. If If her husband hadn't protected her, this guy would have been in prison for the rest of his life. Oh, I don't want to tell you about the way she abuses, it's so cruel! And it's given to someone who was splashed with acid! She let her boyfriend rape her Her daughter who is not yet ten years old! There is also the one who was cut by the knife, and the one who smeared sodium hydroxide on his face..."

Reid comforted: "Okay, Garcia. Don't get too excited."

"How can I not be excited!" A high-decibel voice came from the microphone, not to mention Reid holding the phone, even Augustine felt dizzy.

"Take a deep breath." Reid comforted in vain. Garcia suddenly softened, and she said sadly: "Why do such people exist. Those are their flesh and blood, why can't they treat their children well."

Reid was at a loss, annoyed why Morgan wasn't in the car at the moment.If he was there, Garcia would be able to settle down quickly.

Augustine reached out and took the phone out of Reid's hand and put it to her ear: "Miss Garcia, right?"

Hearing an unfamiliar voice, Garcia held back her sadness, but her tone was still sad: "It's me, may I ask who you are?"

"My mother was among the victims this time, but as far as I know, she didn't abuse me. Do you know why serial killers would come after her?" Augustine looked extremely cold.

Garcia said apologetically: "I'm just a technician. You should ask my colleagues about these things. The little doctor next to you is very proficient in this area."

Augustine said: "But this is only you who can help me. My mother left me when I was young. I want to know how she lived all these years and let a serial killer find her."

Garcia paused, hesitated, and asked, "May I ask your mother's name?"

"Jennifer Barker," Augustine said.

Garcia was taken aback for a moment, and understood that the person who was talking to her now was the poor person who had attracted the attention of the world during this time.Her heart suddenly softened: "Okay, let me see."

After a burst of keystrokes, Garcia's voice sounded slightly puzzled: "Ms. Barker has been living in Washington State for some time, and only recently returned to Las Vegas. She has not remarried, and her life is very simple, except for the records of purchasing necessities I can't find any other consumption records. I don't see any record of her having a regular partner or traveling. This lady's daily life is as boring as a nun. I can't find anything that can compare her with several other A place where victims are compared."

Augustine's expression gradually softened, and he said, "Thank you, Garcia. You have helped me a lot."

"You're welcome." Garcia was quite embarrassed. After hesitating for a moment, she still comforted her clumsily: "Jones, although I don't know why your mother chose to leave you back then. But judging from these records, Dangdang still regretted it. of."

Augustine pursed her lips and lowered her eyes: "I know."

Reid took the phone in Augustine's hand, he couldn't hear what Garcia said, but he knew that Augustine is not having a good time now. Reid whispered to the other end of the phone: "Thank you, Garcia, I'll tell you later, I'll hang up first."

Reid hung up the phone hastily, looking up into Augustine's eyes. There was sadness and relief in Augustine's eyes, he said: "Let's continue, no matter what, I have to give my mother an explanation."

Reid nodded and said: "We now know the type of victims, they