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Will stood at the door for a while, but there was no sound inside.

He was supposed to be going to the FBI headquarters today to assist in the investigation of a burglary murder case——

Delevingne's case has been handed over to other departments, and apparently has nothing to do with criminal profiling—

But there was no reply to the message sent to Arnold yesterday, which made him care for no reason, and there was no reply to the few text messages this morning without exception.

He had a bad feeling.

After noon, Will asked Jack for leave, drove back to Virginia, did not go home, but came to Franklin.

He needs to confirm Arnold's situation.

After hanging up the phone that showed that the other party was shutting down, Will gave up waiting, turned half sideways, and knocked open the door with his shoulder.

Fortunately, Arnold's home did not have a security door.

There was a faint smell of blood on the face.

Will is often accompanied by him, so he is very sensitive to smells.His vision blurred for a moment, then he felt dizzy.

He was in poor condition. In fact, he had just recovered from a high fever not long ago, and he suffered from memory faults very early on.

Headaches, dizziness, hallucinations, sleepwalking, and memory faults.He thought it was a physical problem, but after Hannibal took him to the hospital for an examination, the doctor concluded that everything is fine.

It is a mental illness.

Will thought he could digest everything, but it turned out not to be the case.

In the last case, he even regarded himself as a criminal, and when he replayed the murder scene, he lost his composure and destroyed the crime scene.

This has never happened before, and his condition may be more serious.

Now is not the time to think about these things.

He held on to the door frame, and his vision quickly returned to normal. Will continued to walk in and took a few steps to the living room.

"Uh..." A black cross clings to the wall, and there are large patches of oxidized and dried blood on the ground.

With his excellent investigative ability, Will easily judged that the bloody cross on the wall was deliberately daubed, and the spikes embedded in the wall on both sides of the arm were still hooked to human muscle tissue, which proved that someone had been nailed to it.

And it was nailed after death.

The blood at the scene was preliminarily estimated to be two-thirds of that of an adult, and maybe more for a teenager.

At the bottom of the wall half a meter high, there were tiny traces and bloodstains rubbed against flowers, which indicated that someone had sat there.

The blood on the ground also spread from this center, so the victim had been sitting there when he died, and was nailed to the wall by the prisoner afterwards.

There is also a row of bloody footprints on the ground leading to the bathroom.

The prisoner took a shower after the murder?

No, not right.

With a stabbing pain in his brain, Will stared at the two nails in the wall.

The victim struggled himself off the wall and went to the bathroom?

Of course this is not possible!

If a person loses one-third of his blood, hemorrhagic shock will occur, and he will surely die if he does not receive supplementation. It is impossible for a victim who has lost two-thirds of his blood to still be alive.

What about his body?

There must be some connection between the murderer and the two previous copycats, they may be one person.But whether it was or not, he had no reason to take the body away.

The murderer hopes that he will be discovered——

"I thought you should still be at work? Will, why are you here suddenly?"

"What?" Will was gasping for breath as if he had just woken up from a dream. He felt huge heart palpitations and was covered in cold sweat.

Looking around quickly, the familiar scene was reflected on his retina, he looked at the person who opened the door, "Doctor Lecter."

This is the waiting room of Hannibal Clinic.

"Come in first." Hannibal returned to the office and poured a glass of water for Will who came in after him, "Your memory is broken again."

"Yes, well, again." Will put down the water glass, buried his face in the palm of his hand, and took a deep breath.

"I think I need to contact Jack."

"You're not in the FBI? What happened before the memory fragment?"

"I asked Jack for leave because... because Arnold didn't reply, not once, I was a little worried."

Will raised his face, he looked much calmer, "Then I went to his house and saw...I contacted Jack first."

He dialed Jack, who hadn't picked up yet.Hannibal looked serious. "What did you see? I think I should have the right to know what happened to my patient."

"Okay, okay—a bloody cross, painted on the wall, and the blood was left yesterday."

"Then?"

"Two nails, nailed to a cross, and dried meat—Jack? Listen to me, send people from the trace analysis department to this place in Franklin. Someone was killed. The prisoner was an Oriental killer imitator."

Cases will not happen one by one like in the story, and the FBI will not only deal with one case at a time.

In fact, they were still struggling with the escaped Gideon, and the Eastern Killer who had just been imprisoned was in trouble again.

Copycat...

Gideon was also a copycat of the Chesapeake Ripper.However, he was influenced by others to commit the crime as the Chesapeake Ripper, and he fled this time because he realized it.So it was decided to kill every psychiatrist who came into contact with him.

People from the Trace Analysis Department led a team of armed men to Arnold's house together with Will and Hannibal.

There are no dead bodies.

Hannibal's eyes darkened.

Take pictures, collect evidence, and deal with the scene.

The identification results came out quickly, and the blood here was indeed Mr. A's. The FBI collected his DNA, fingerprints and other information in the hospital, and after comparison, it was confirmed that it was him.

"Have you notified the family?" After asking aloud, there was no reply, Jack looked at the only person in the room, "Will?"

Will had already called Poston Hepburn, "No answer."

Maybe it was impossible to get in touch, but judging from yesterday's performance, Hepburn was concerned about Arnold and should not be left behind for a long time. He was injured at home alone, and now the phone cannot be reached.

Jack: "Oriental Killer is the possibility of the team..."

"It's a copycat," he said with certainty.

"You don't look well."

"What? No, of course, I'm fine, I'm just... a little sad." Will quickly denied, "I know what I'm doing, and I know who I am."

Just like the previous imitation crimes, the FBI did not get any useful clues and could only temporarily put it down.

"It's 23:[-] p.m., I'm Will Graham, I'm in Virginia, Wolf Trap..."

This is the suggestion Hannibal gave him. Paying more attention to when, who he is, and where he is can help him better grasp the anchor point of reality and not get lost in fantasy.

The ringtone of the incoming call rang at this moment.

Will hit the brakes, parked the car on the side of the road, and picked up his phone.

boston hepburn call

He took a breath, pressed answer, "Hello?"

A man's doubtful voice came from inside: "Excuse me... what can I do for you? Sorry, because I work at night, it is difficult to reply in time during the day."

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it's me...

Will squeezed his dull forehead and answered as calmly as possible, "I'm Will Graham, special agent of the FBI, Mr. Hepburn, please stay calm, I regret to inform you... at one o'clock this afternoon Ten, the FBI found in Franklin..."

"Your friend, Mr. Arnold Taylor's whereabouts are unknown. There is a lot of blood at the scene, and something may have happened."

"Uh……"

"Mr. Hepburn?"

"Uh, here." The other party's calm voice came from the phone, "Is there anything I can do for you? Mr. Detective."

The screen was covered with spider web-like cracks, and Bourbon almost broke the phone. His emotional control ability is not bad.But after a brief silence, he could only respond with a callously indifferent attitude.

He has tried his best to maintain the calm mask, and has no other energy to maintain Hepburn's character design.

He hung up the phone the moment he got a negative answer from the agent, with only one thought in his mind.

impossible.

How can this be?

The man... the Montes... A he...

That's right, no matter how powerful and difficult that person is in the future, he is still just a teenager now. He has personally taught him that A is not much different from ordinary people except for marksmanship.

What's more, A's shoulder is injured, and he has no usable weapon in his hand.

The possibility of being killed by someone exists, but A has been in this country for less than ten days, and there is no chance of making enemies with anyone. Who would break into the house and kill A?

This is not reasonable...

But it was also an accident that A was targeted by Byron.

He should have left A with a gun... no, a weapon with an immobilized arm is dangerous, and he shouldn't have left.

Not leaving a weapon is to be vigilant that the FBI may go to search, and he has no reason to keep it.

The agent only said that his whereabouts were unknown, that he might encounter an accident, and that he might be alive, and that he might even be deceived by the FBI...

That kind of blood loss has no hope of survival at all. If the FBI wanted to use the lie of A's death to lure him into the bait, it would be impossible to say nothing in the phone call just now.

Bourbon took a few breaths and finally cleared the messy thoughts in his mind.

calm……

He closed his sore eyes.

When it was opened again, it was as usual.

People who can become undercover agents have psychological qualities that are difficult for ordinary people to maintain. They have maintained their original aspirations in their lives with darkness for many years.

Bourbon is one of the best.

He recovered quickly.

The blond man smiled again, and smoothed out a wrinkle on the dark vest with his fingertips. The blue gemstone inlaid with the bolo knot at the collar reflected the warm light. He left the toilet and returned to the chaos of the crowd.

The eyes are so purple that they are like hunting falcons, and they can see all the movements of the target.

What happened to A this time poured a basin of cold water on him—he was overconfident.

Because I have experienced it once, because I know what will happen in the future.So no matter how cautious you are, you still have a contemptuous attitude.

That's the price.heavy price.

The child who should have had the chance to laugh in the sun has slept forever in the dark.

The cause of death is even so inexplicable.

it's me……

killed him...