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value, then there is only one guess left, which was helped by his acquaintances.There are only two kinds of people in the world who will help men iron clothes for free, one is the mother and the other is the person who admires the man.

Only the assistant will be brought on a business trip, so the answer is ready to come.

The suspect also has a strand of blond hair on his shoulders.If you look closely, you will find a little brown trace at the root of the hair. Those who dye their hair blonde are generally young people.And she secretly left her own hair on men so boldly and demonstratively, which shows that she is by no means a quiet and peaceful woman.So I guess she is a college student who has just entered the society, aggressive and unyielding, and she must get what she likes.

The harshness of the boss is because a kind boss will not let his subordinates go on business trips when they move.

As for the fact that the man whose wife had an affair is not a good one, it can be seen from the behavior of the man who entered and exited the victim's family openly and left traces in it.It was a demonstration behavior, a symbol of the male collar.Although humans are intelligent, they are still animals.If he is so bold in other people's house, this person is not a guy to want to be with.When the victim finds this kind of man to have an affair, she will feel the excitement at first, but after a long time, the man's desire for monopoly will break out, and she will know what it means to ask for trouble.

The victim's debauchery and boldness, regardless of her husband's coming home date, and other men's ups and downs at home shows that her childhood tutor must have been extremely strict.Children who grew up under strict family rules have a kind of rebelliousness in their blood, which is engraved in their bones and cannot be washed away. The difference between this kind of people is only whether the rebellion is buried deep or shallow.If something like this happened, her parents would feel very ashamed. It would be nice to see her, and it would be impossible to get financial support. "

Augustine looked sideways at the suspect who was still immersed in remorse and sighed in a low voice without saying a word.

Gideon said: "There will always be some people in the world who can't restrain their anger and ruin their careers."

Augustine nodded dispensably, he stopped worrying about this question and turned to Morgan: "Where's Spencer?"

Morgan suddenly slapped his head: "The kid said he found some clues and wanted to visit the victim's family, and asked me to call you over. I happened to see you interrogating the prisoner, so I forgot about it."

Augustine's hair was black and he turned to look at JJ.

JJ said rather embarrassedly: "I also came here because of Spencer's commission to see why you and Morgan didn't go there, and it just happened to hit your last inference so..."

So you beat the dog with the meat buns one by one, have you gone forever? Augustine suppressed the complaints in her heart.

Morgan laughed: "Then what, you go to the parking lot now, maybe the kid is still there."

Augustine watched helplessly as the two unreliable BAU members ran towards the parking lot.

I wish Spencer was still around. Augustine thought helplessly.

After Augustine ran away, Morgan was still amazed at his interrogation: "It obviously doesn't look like any special interrogation techniques were used. How could the suspect confess so easily?"

Hotch looked into the interrogation room and said, "If I'm not mistaken, Augustine Jones is proficient in hypnosis."

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Gideon nodded: "If it's not talent, Jones should have received training in this area. Personally, I tend to think he has both." Saying this, Gideon walked back to the room. He played back the video of the interrogation just now, and quickly switched the screen to The scene where Augustine just entered the interrogation room. Gideon put his hand on the remote control to his lips, and looked inquiringly: "Here, after Jones estimated the suspect's heart rate based on the pulse rate, he interrupted the suspect's composure with the rhythm of knocking on the table, which made his irritability control drop. This trick is easy to say, but without several years of training, it is impossible for him to perform it so simply."

Hotch said: "And his voice and tone of voice are very easy to let people off guard. It depends on talent."

The admiration on Morgan's face slowly faded, he looked at the screen, paused before asking, "Who the hell is he?"

"Don't know," Gideon said. "There's nothing wrong with Jones' file. I can only hope now that he knows so much stuff because he's interested. Some people have certain skills and don't necessarily use them to harm others. Just Like Reid, he knows dozens of ways to make a bomb, but never sees him actually build one. So until Jones shows no malice, let's just think of him as a talented young man."

JJ was a little concerned, she reached into her pocket, and hesitated when her fingertips touched the phone.A few seconds later JJ withdrew his hand.

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On the other side, Augustine walked towards the parking lot.On the way, he kept recalling the details of the previous trial.Contrary to his expectations, he thought that the trial would awaken some lost memories for him, but in the end, except for the vague scene recalled when he touched the doorknob before, his memory was like a pool of stagnant water, and any stimulation Can't let it fluctuate a bit.

Augustine couldn't help being a little annoyed.He was sure that the young man in his memory was himself a few years ago.But who that woman was, and what she was teaching him, Augustine had no idea.

Forensic knowledge, layer-by-layer mysteries, and hypnosis techniques discovered today. Augustine doesn't blame the BAU people for being wary of him, after all even he himself is doubting who he really is.

It's like the memories of 23 years have all turned into flowers in the mirror, but they are not real objects that can be seen clearly.His life experience is like a thick layer of fog that makes people unpredictable.

"Damn!" Augustine cursed in a low voice, her expression extremely ugly.Where did the memory go wrong!Don't tell him that those are talents, he won't believe a word!

Augustine turned the corner and walked out the gate to see Reid standing in front of the car waiting for him. Augustine hurriedly stopped, put away his ashen complexion, adjusted for a long time before he managed to squeeze out a stiff smile that was half-smile.

Looking at Augustine's expression, Reid obviously misunderstood.He said rather apologetically, "Did Hotch say anything?"

Augustine nodded carelessly, he avoided the subject: "Where are we going?"

Reid pursed his lips in embarrassment. In fact, according to the regulations, Augustine cannot participate in the investigation of the case. Reid originally wanted to send Augustine home and visit the victim's family by himself.But Reid couldn't say no to Augustine's dazed look. Reid changed the subject: "How about the interrogation?"

"Very well, the suspect confessed." Augustine replied casually.

Reid's eyes lit up, and the corners of his mouth slightly curled up: "That's right, Gideon is very powerful. Unfortunately, if Hotch wasn't there, I would also like to listen in. After all, watching Gideon's interrogation can learn new things every time."

Augustine didn't say that it was his fault this time, he just raised his eyebrows with feeling: "So you took the initiative to ask Ying to investigate the suitcase before because you were afraid that Hotch would accuse you."

Reid turned a corner in the car and said in a natural tone: "Not exactly. Everyone in the BAU team performs their duties. For example, Gideon is responsible for the psychological profile and interrogation of the suspect, and JJ deals with the media. Morgan is good at substituting the thinking of the suspect, Hotch is helping us to give full play to our ambitions, Garcia is providing information for us to screen suspects, Elle is sympathetic and can communicate well with the victim's family. And I, I don't have Gideon I’m not as strong as Morgan and Gideon in terms of qualifications and profiling. I’m limited by my emotional intelligence and I’m not suitable for communicating with the media and the families of the victims. I can’t be as tough as Hotch. The only thing I’m stronger than others is my brain.” Reid paused as he said, and corrected with some entanglement: "Maybe not, after all, I have not been able to beat Gideon in chess until today. The only thing I can do is to use my memory and data retrieval ability that are too ordinary to more quickly Analyze the suspect's cultural background or religion." Even so, Reid's eyes were not depressed, but the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, looking very happy.

Augustine, who was worried about Reid feeling sorry for herself, smiled and closed her eyes and leaned back in the chair. Reid never underestimated himself.He knows the value of himself and others, so he knows how to respect others and how to do his own job well.

"Aust." Reid's slightly hesitant voice sounded.

"What's the matter?" Augustine turned to look at him, seeing his confused face, asked in puzzlement.

Reid seemed to have made up his mind, he turned around and said, "Aust, I'll take you home first."

Seeing Reid's serious and tense face, Augustine felt a little funny, and he curled the corners of his mouth, feeling a little teasing in his heart. Augustine suppressed her smile, with a puzzled look on her face: "Aren't we going to the victim's home?"

Reid's face was a bit tangled, but his tone was not negotiable: "No, it's a sideline to ask you to intervene in the investigation before. Now it's too much for you to contact the victim's family."

Augustine looked dazed at the irresistible insistence on Reid's face, and then couldn't hold back a low laugh.Sure enough, no matter how young Spencer looks, he can't question his professional ethics as an FBI. Augustine thought about it, so she stopped teasing Reid: "That's fine, it's getting late, and I've been so busy these two days that I haven't slept well. Before you send me to Walmart, I'll buy some food and go back to eat and rest." Let's go." After saying this, Augustine felt the car tremble, and he was taken aback by surprise: "Spencer, is your driver's license new?"

"Yes, I just got it not long ago." Reid answered Augustine's question first, and then said tentatively: "Aust, I remember there is a very good steak restaurant nearby, why don't we go to dinner first and I'll take your Send it back?"

Augustine looked a bit dumbfounded, how deep the shadow in Reid's heart was left by that bowl of salty pasta...

Augustine pinched the bridge of her nose, feeling quite helpless: "No, I'll just cook a bowl of noodles. I'm not used to eating too much at night." Looking at Reid's hesitant look, Augustine felt that his fame might be due to a small mistake He was completely ruined, so he could only say: "There are a lot of family members of the victims, and it is impossible for you to finish the questioning tonight. In addition, the victims have hurt them, and your questioning may not go well, so I think You still hurry up, or you will stay up late tonight."

Reid hesitated for a moment: "Okay."

Augustine raised the corners of her lips in satisfaction: "It's almost there, it's just ahead, just stop by the side of the road."

"Oh, good." Reid stopped by the side of the road in response.

Before getting out of the car, Augustine looked back as if thinking of something: "Two days ago, we said we would go out to play together, but our plan was stranded because of too many things. It just so happens that I am fine these few days. Call me after your case is resolved, and I invite you Go out and have a meal." As he spoke, Augustine blinked and teased, "How about treating it as compensation for the psychological shadow my bowl of noodles left on you?"

Reid blinked, but didn't hear the teasing in Augustine's words: "Okay, I'll call you then."

Augustine was a little depressed to see that Reid didn't hear what he meant.He got out of the car and closed the door: "Be careful Spencer, I'll wait for your call."

"Well, goodbye, Aust." Reid waved to Augustine and drove away.

Augustine watched Reid drive away before turning and walking into the supermarket.He pulled a trolley and headed in the direction of instant noodles, and he happened to see a refrigerated steak on the way.

Augustine paused, remembering the delicious steakhouse Reid had mentioned, he reached out and took a few boxes of steaks and put them in the cart.

I'll practice how to make steak when I go back.He thought about taking a few more boxes.

At this time, the SMS notification bell rang suddenly, and Augustine took out his mobile phone. He was very curious about who sent him a text message, after all, not many people knew this number.

There was an unfamiliar number on the display, and Augustine was very puzzled. He opened the text message and smiled after seeing the content.

It was a joke text message sent indiscriminately, and Augustine couldn't help but smile when she saw the content.

Math is called math because it is short for 'mentalabusetohuman' (human neurological abuse).

If this text message hadn't been sent from an unknown number, Augustine would have replied with a 'lo-l'. I don't know how much the person who wrote this joke text message has much resentment towards mathematics.

Augustine smiled ninja and read the joke message several times.

Suddenly, the curvature of the corner of Augustine's mouth faded. He frowned and looked at the text message, and a ridiculous guess emerged in his mind.

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Augustine thought the idea was funny just thinking about it, and he shook his head to get the idea out of his mind.But even so, his desire to shop faded, and Augustine hastily grabbed some sauces and a few eggs to pay the bill.

The supermarket is not very far from his home, just a few minutes' walk away. Before Augustine could go upstairs, she was stopped by the administrator.The administrator yelled, "Mr. Jones. Please wait."

Augustine stopped and looked at him puzzled: "What's wrong."

"Well, I have some packages of your letters here, please come and sign for them." The administrator said.

Augustine stepped forward in confusion and took the pen to sign: "Why didn't you put it in my mailbox?"

"You'll know soon." The administrator reluctantly lifted a huge garbage bag from his side: "Here you are."

Augustine took a bag of letters and was a little bit dumbfounded: "What is this? How come there are so many?"

"Who knows?" The administrator shrugged. "Have a nice evening."

"The night you opened the letters?" Augustine complained silently.

He resigned himself to his fate and walked home with a garbage bag of things, thankful for the first time that he didn't buy much.

Augustine opened the door of the house, put the shopping bag on the table, and turned over the bag containing the letters. Postcards of various colors fell on the ground along with the beautifully wrapped gifts, and gradually piled up into a hill.

Augustine bent down to pick up a postcard. Looking at the beautiful font on it, Augustine was a little helpless. It expresses the author's sympathy for what happened to Augustine this year and her strong admiration. Augustine threw the postcard aside and grabbed another, the content on the postcard was similar to the previous one. Augustine scratched his hair and looked at the pile of postcards on the floor, wondering who gave away his home address.But he cursed him anyway!

Augustine has little doubt that if this situation continues, his door will one day be surrounded by crowds.At that time, I'm afraid his neighbors will unite and throw him out.

Augustine didn't want to pay attention to these things at first, but he suddenly remembered that the suspect might send him some special things, which were all evidence that would help solve the case, thinking Augustine resigned himself to looking through them one by one.The first time Augustine missed Lee so much, he would be very happy to see this pile of letters here.And Augustine herself is happy to be at leisure. As for privacy, what is it, can it be eaten?

Augustine sat on the ground casually, pulled out a postcard, and saw the content clearly, he was instantly embarrassed.The postcard accuses Augustine of not being a 'bone digger', cheating on her feelings, and being a liar.The letter also clearly told Augustine not to go out at night or run into her, otherwise she would definitely splash red paint on him.

"Well, it's not my wish to snatch the identity of 'Bone Digger'. This guy is considered unconventional. She and 'Bone Digger' must have a lot in common." Augustine thought bitterly.

The next postcard was from a mother, she accused Jones of his behavior and said she would never vote for him in the election, reassuring Augustine. Augustine felt helpless and touched when he saw this postcard defending him. I have to say that it feels good to have someone stand up for him. Augustine put the postcard on the table properly and decided to find a box to keep it.One day when Jones got angry with him, he threw this postcard in his face to make him realize exactly what a 'feeling' person he was.

Augustine flipped through the letters at a glance, and soon he found his target letter. This was not a common postcard, but a letter wrapped in an envelope in good condition. Augustine hasn't opened it yet, and you can feel its weight just by weighing it in your hand.

Augustine opened the letter, and he pulled out the contents of the envelope, which was a greeting card and two postcards.Red on one of the postcards

The red font said "Sorry" shockingly, and the pungent bloody smell made Augustine not have to worry about the material of the ink.

Augustine frowned and looked at the next postcard, on which was written "We are the same" in black ordinary ink, Augustine suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart, he opened the card, when Augustine saw clearly the text in the card His pupils constricted suddenly, and it took him a lot of self-control not to throw the greeting card away.

There is nothing written on the greeting card, and some have only a piece of dough.

Augustine tremblingly took out his mobile phone and called Reid, Reid answered the phone quickly, he seemed very surprised by Augustine's call, after all they hadn't been separated for a long time and Augustine would ask him for something: "What's wrong with Aust?"

Augustine said dryly, "Spencer, have you got the evidence?"

"Well, I got some postcards." Reid's tone was a little low.It seems that he has received a lot of ridicule.

Augustine calmed down and briefly told Reid what he had received.As for the naughty part, Augustine didn't want to scare the little detective, so she fooled around vaguely.

Reid didn't notice the incompleteness of Augustine's words.He was a little puzzled: "Another letter, why? Didn't you already receive a postcard before? No matter which serial killer's behavior pattern, he would not send it to the family members who have been 'redeemed' A second 'salvation'."

Listening to Reid's words, Augustine's previously suppressed speculation popped up again.

"Spencer, can I get that postcard back?" Augustine asked urgently.

"Not now, it will remain in the forensics department as evidence until the case is over." Reid said, "Is there anything wrong with that postcard?"

Augustine calmed down, the previous thought was just an inference, and he wasn't sure if it was true or not: "It's nothing, Spencer, can I have a look at that postcard?"

"No..." Reid was in the middle of speaking, and the language changed: "But I can send you the photo. You know, I have a backup file on hand."

"Thank you." Augustine said happily.

Reid hung up the phone, and after a while Augustine received Reid's MMS.

Augustine opened the text message, looked at the postcard carefully, and finally fixed her eyes on the word 'I'. When Augustine saw this postcard before, he was so confused that he didn’t think much about this special feature. As Reid said, “吴” is a kind of ancient Chinese language, why his mother chose to use this word instead of “我” '?

And the text message he just received in the supermarket gave him another thought.

For the sake of convenience, people often give various simple and easy-to-remember abbreviations to long professional nouns, such as FBI, BAU, etc., and some abbreviations will produce a wonderful coincidence to form another word with its own unique definition , like the abbreviation for 'human mental abuse' in the joke happens to be the word math.

So is it possible for Chinese to have this deliberate coincidence?

Is the specific meaning of "I" in this piece of paper also an abbreviation of a sentence? Augustine couldn't help thinking about it.

English abbreviations are usually represented by the first letter of a word, so is the word 'wu' also formed by combining the first strokes in a sentence?

Augustine rubbed her temples, easy to say.There are countless characters with the same first stroke in Chinese characters. Even if his mother wants to use this character to convey some information to him, how can he guess which characters are behind these abbreviations?

Augustine took the paper and pen and drew the Chinese character as shown in the photo.Think about it.

His mother should also know that it is embarrassing him to ask him to solve the puzzle with only one Chinese character. This postcard should have a way to interpret it. Where is the way!

Augustine got up and took out the dictionary and looked it up aimlessly.Soon he noticed that the method of looking up Chinese characters can rely on the number of strokes in addition to pinyin.

And there is exactly one line of numbers on the postcard.

the postcard says

i miss you

87114

The string of numbers below Augustine thought it referred to his birthday in the lunar calendar. His mother used this line of numbers to identify herself on this unsigned letter. Now it seems that it may be more than that.

Will the numbers separated by dots represent the strokes of the abbreviated Chinese characters?

Thinking about it, Augustine couldn't wait to take out a piece of paper, look up the dictionary and write down the qualified Chinese characters one by one.

Even so, these Chinese characters filled a whole sheet of paper. Augustine suppressed the irritability in his heart and crossed out the uncommon Chinese characters on the paper. After all, although his grandfather was Chinese, his mother was not proficient in Chinese culture. Even Augustine could not understand the pronunciation and interpretation of some Chinese characters , how could his mother know.

Augustine rewrote the rest of the Chinese characters on a brand new white paper.The disturbing Chinese characters with various pronunciations still make him unable to get a clue. After all, they may be combined into millions of different possibilities. Augustine is not a computer, how can he list them all.

Still clueless, Augustine couldn't help but wonder if her guess was groundless, and this is just an ordinary postcard?But there was always a voice in Augustine telling him he was doing the right thing.

Augustine had to pick up her phone again, looking at the postcard and wondering if she missed something.

It's not that he didn't think that the secret might be hidden in the postcard, and he had to use a special method to see it again.Many ways to hide secrets can only be revealed through the interaction of chemical reagents.But Augustine couldn't help but vetoed this possibility again.Suspects, after all, don't provide victims with the chemicals they need to hide their secrets.Therefore, passwords can only be hidden in obvious fonts in the form of codes.

Even ordinary lemon juice, which can be manifested when roasted with fire, is impossible to provide.The victims weren't going to the suspect's house for a tea party.

So what is hidden in these words?

If the numbers really represent the number of strokes of the abbreviated Chinese characters, then why are there only four numbers, and the word 'wu' has seven strokes, so where are the remaining three strokes?

Augustine looked at the picture again, this time he noticed that the part of 'mouth' under the word 'wu' was written like the number '12'.

What is 12?date?Is it the day after tomorrow?This number made Augustine feel very familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere not long ago.He took the newspaper on the side, flipped through it quickly, and soon he noticed a piece of news. On the 12th, the new luxury ship of Vega, the largest shipping company in the United States, will be put into use.This type of ship will set sail from ten large ports in the United States and sail to all over the world...

Ten ports? Augustine had an idea to compare the selected Chinese characters with the port names, and finally delineated a port "Denver".

"It's a bit absurd to think that the Denver District is equal to the Port of Denver, but the port is not far from Coronado, so just go and have a look." Augustine said to herself.

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The departure time of "Oceanus" is 12:[-] am on the [-]th, Coronado is not far from Nevada, Augustine has booked the flight ticket at [-]:[-] noon tomorrow, and is trying to teach Reid the evidence before leaving .

It was not early, and Augustine sent Reid a text message, and Reid replied quickly, saying that he would come to Augustine's house to collect evidence at around [-]:[-] tomorrow morning. Augustine estimated the time and agreed.

Augustine woke up around six o'clock the next morning. He didn't sleep well last night and had some weird dreams all night.In the dream, there was a woman with a beautiful face who sang a lullaby to him gently, but every time he relaxed and wanted to fall asleep, the mist that had covered the woman's face suddenly dissipated completely, revealing that her face had been torn off hideous face.And the quilt covering Augustine's body became the mutilated skin torn from the woman's face.

When Augustine woke up, he was in a bad mood, and the nightmare he had all night gave him a headache. Augustine rubbed his temples, put on an unlined garment and walked to the computer.

His mental state has not been very good these days, and his logical thinking ability has been greatly reduced by escaping.A night of nightmares instead made him notice the inconsistencies in the case.

First of all, as Reid said, how could the same suspect send him two different letters?And if the letter that came first was his mother asking him for help, how could it be referring to a luxury yacht?It is impossible for the suspect to commit the atrocities on that yacht.

Of course, there is also this possibility. The news that he was exonerated made a lot of noise and aroused his mother's guilt.His mother returned to Nevada just to see him, hesitant and afraid that Augustine would not accept her, so she sent a postcard to test his tone. After the postcard was sent, the suspect found his mother, and she died of torture. , the suspect sent a second letter without knowing that she had already sent a postcard to Augustine.As for the word 'I', it was just an unpleasant clerical error.

If that's the case, then the mystery Augustine unraveled last night was pure fantasy, a wish that his mother was still alive.It's an option Augustine doesn't want to accept anyway.

The existence of the word "I" made Augustine produce a more bizarre inference than the first one.

His mother and the victim are two people, assuming that Augustine's mother is referred to by A and the victim is referred to by B.The suspect thought that Augustine's mother was B, so he killed her and sent Augustine a redemption letter. In fact, Augustine's mother was A. She was about to leave the country. Before she left, she wanted to see Augustine one last time, so she sent a hint to Augustine. A postcard with the date of the trip and the ship.

But this may not explain why there is B's fingerprint on the postcard, and A's identity card was found next to B's body, let alone why B's body has the same callus as A.It's impossible, the suspect is A, she planned a serial murder case so that she could fake death to escape someone's pursuit. Augustine thought to himself mockingly.

No matter how Augustine speculates about the cause of the incident, the truth lies on the ship sailing tomorrow.Whether it is black or white will only come to light when he confirms it himself.

Augustine looks forward to the next day, his only chance to uncover the truth.Because it was a one-day trip, Augustine didn't need to pack his luggage. He just had to sit and wait for Reid to come and hand over the evidence to him before rushing to the airport.

To pass the time, Augustine turned on the TV, which showed the morning news. Luckily for Augustine, this news was also related to him.It was reported that Augustine went to Jones' house to attend a banquet yesterday.

It's Au that's on TV