[Zhongyingmei] The heroine is suspected of being a psychic

Morgan, who is best at thinking about problems from the criminal's point of view, touched his forehead with a headache, feeling very complicated.

In all the cases they have experienced or heard about, every serial murderer has their reasons for killing, and the existence of behavior analysts is to infer the characteristics of the target person according to some scene conditions after the case occurs .

But this murder case was extraordinarily difficult.

The deceased, Evan Gray, had no scars on his body except for a few needle holes he had pricked himself.Ordinary knife wounds and gunshot wounds did not exist at all, and the existence of the murderer was like an invisible hand, remotely controlling his death.

Um?remote control?

A flash of inspiration flashed in Morgan's mind, and he finally found a clue.Just when he was about to speak out, Hotchina, who was still working at the BAU headquarters, hurriedly knocked on the door of the meeting room with a solemn expression.

He said: "We have received a report that an old customer was murdered in the Music Tavern on Martin's Cross Street. The time of death is uncertain and the cause of death was unknown." He paused inexplicably, and Hochner looked at his team members , and then went on to say: "Same as the dead on the plane."

"Ladies and gentlemen, are you ready? Let's go!"

The police car roared away, leaving only two outsiders, Sherlock and Zhang Yu, in the conference room.It's just that these two are not quiet guests.

Hearing the sound of the police siren fading away, Sherlock, who was still sitting quietly, jumped up, pulled Zhang Yu and ran outside, completely forgetting that his assistant had performed a life-threatening run in Gotham not long ago. His whole body was clamoring for soreness.

"Time is running out, we must rush to the scene before they arrive, otherwise the FBI ID I just got from that little guy's pocket will be useless."

"What? Sherlock! Can't we go through the normal procedure once? I swear, if you are taken into prison by the police, I promise I will not use any means to get you out!"

"OK! As long as you can bear the constant harassment of text messages every day, I can drink coffee and do research and sleep in the meantime. I swear."

"..."

Help! Help! Help!

Zhang Yu's body was running, but his heart was screaming frantically.Ask the ancestors of the gods everywhere, when will I, Zhang Yu, be able to untie this brat?

Humans will never be slaves! !

Although they were located in Quantico, USA instead of London, England, Sherlock and Zhang Yu managed to get in a taxi, and the driver's face was still familiar.

But it's good to be familiar.After all, the United States is a vast and sparsely populated place, and there are hidden areas everywhere. If one unfortunately meets a guy who also forces you to take small pills, it will really be a bleak ending that is not working every day.

Zhang Yu relaxed, sat quietly on the seat and adjusted his breathing, watched Sherlock use his super brain to calculate the most time-saving journey, and changed into the formal clothes prepared in the car as quickly as possible.

Sure enough, people are different.Even the former Spencer Reed has a huge gap compared with Sherlock and Mycroft.But it is a pity that such a genius does not intend to engage in a job that can change the world like Tony Eyelash, but to become the man behind the British Empire.

This kind of dedication is really admirable for a fart like her.

The taxi moved forward smoothly at the speed of a racing car, perfectly avoiding the serial traffic jams facing the street, and successfully arrived at the crime scene within half an hour.

Before the people from the BAU came, Sherlock and Zhang Yu got out of the car, walked to the cordon quite naturally, and after showing their credentials, they swaggered into the tavern.

To open a store in the United States, you must be mentally prepared for a homicide in your store.After discovering that an old customer he knew died on the sofa in the lounge, the owner of the tavern quickly came forward to record the identity information and phone numbers of all the customers present, and evacuated fairly quickly after ensuring that everyone could be contacted. The crowd was overcome, and the emergency plan was perfectly completed.

When Sherlock went in, he happened to see the boss sorting out the surveillance video here.

Seeing someone coming in, the tavern owner did not put down his work, but just greeted casually: "Hi! New BAU agent? British?"

Sherlock didn't answer, but first observed the decoration of the tavern.

The black and apricot-yellow tavern doesn't look very bright, especially when the owner is used to buying ultra-low wattage light bulbs.Of course, the boss can't be called stingy, because many of the furniture here are obviously high-end products, so he probably just likes this kind of drowsy and ambiguous atmosphere.

Soft yellow light, or transparent or purple wine, soft jazz music, a small and exquisite dance floor... When this tavern was originally designed, the target audience is probably the middle class who like romance and romance.

Sherlock withdrew his microscope-like precise eyes, watched the boss turn off the computer casually, wiped the wine glass aside, and moved his fingertips slightly: "A down-and-out painter who wanted to be a policeman but became a tavern owner? Your father must be very pleased that his last The obnoxious son also inherited his business acumen."

?The owner of the tavern who has been taking a slow pace finally has some emotions: "You are not an agent of the BAU, who are you? Is my father still not satisfied with my current situation? I have given up my dream, what else does he want? !"

"You're faking it, you're not angry or angry at all. Let me see what you're thinking, wellwellwell... your shoulders are specially exercised, and your fingers bend involuntarily, as if you're holding something. The right thumb is injured The crushing squeeze is still unable to be flexibly controlled, so you who pursue perfection have become a left-handed person."

"Because of your mistakes when you were young, your father hated your rebelliousness more and more. He hoped that you could fully obey his instructions, but you ran away again because of fear. And because of this, you lost your girlfriend, because she felt You are a coward..."

The tavern owner didn't want to listen any more. He took out an old-looking baseball bat from under the cabinet, waved it casually, and threatened: "OK! I don't know who you are, but you're pissing me off now. Immediately, Now, now, please get out! Thank you."

The scene was tense for a while.At least when Zhang Yu came in, she could still feel the pressure between them.Sherlock was as casual in the tavern as if he was at home, walking up and down without any embarrassment.And the unlucky tavern owner was talking with a mobile phone, looked suspiciously at Sherlock, and then nodded at the other end of the phone.

She smiled apologetically at the MAX boss over there, walked up to Sherlock, and asked very cautiously: "What did you do, Sherlock? Or do you want to be kicked out now? Look at that guy, He should be calling the police, I want to ask, have you got a formal entry permit?"

Sherlock glanced at his assistant with great relief, and said mockingly: "Think about Issa, remember the letter of introduction I got from Bruce Wayne? As the second richest man in the United States, he is the patron of the FBI One, so is there any other possibility?"

Zhang Yu really wanted to nod to him, but when she saw several well-dressed policemen coming in from the entrance of the tavern, she hesitated for a moment: "...Maybe you can explain to them?"

After wasting a lot of effort, Zhang Yu finally got rid of the policemen who were still looking at him and Sherlock with vigilant eyes, and watched them go away, exhausted.And Sherlock, who was still making noise regardless of everything, had already taken out his magnifying glass and started to observe the corpse directly.

The location of the deceased is not hidden. The private seat of the tavern, a location very close to the dance hall, is also under the surveillance of the public domain like Ivan before.Of course, their ending was not very good either.

The moment Zhang Yu saw the deceased, he returned to that hazy state of white mist.Now, she is a wine glass, oh no, it is ice cubes in the wine glass.But at this time, she was still in the hands of the bartender, and she hadn't been handed over to her buyer—Jost, the victim in this case.

"Your whiskey!"

Jost took his drink, turned around and chatted with a guy he knew.Another bartender next to him joked: "I said Yost, you guys haven't been here for a week! Is there a new tavern in the city? I have to help my boss Listen carefully to the news."

"Then you guessed wrong! There is a beautiful woman in our company, who is also my direct supervisor. In order to impress her, I haven't relaxed for a long time." Yost smiled ambiguously, It seems that now he has the beauty in his hands.

There are very few people who have never had peach blossoms. What people say is envy and jealousy, you can smell the sourness without listening: "Tsk tsk! Why did you never miss when you pursued those women? It's so enviable! Congratulations on your success! The 370th beauty is placed! Cheers!"

"Come and drink! But Yost, why do you only drink whiskey here? I've never seen you try other flavors! Compared with women, you have a long love for fine wine!"

"Hahaha!"

The men's private party soon broke up. Seeing more and more female customers coming to the door, Jost curled his lips, Zhang Yu felt his head spinning, and spun around the red wine.She looked up, and found that Jost had already spotted her target, a red-haired beauty who exudes enthusiasm from the bottom of her bones.

Realizing that the other party already knew of his existence, Yost raised his wine glass at the red-haired beauty far away, showing an elegant and powerful smile.It's just a pity that that beauty may not like the old man who is nearly forty years old, and he is completely indifferent to Jost's gesture.

Well, the girl who is attracted to him has no feelings for him, so Yost has no choice but to hunt for sex.He leaned lightly on the sofa in the lounge, waiting for his prey to come to his door.After all, he is good-looking and well-dressed and elegant, which is very attractive to most women who come to the bar to play.

When the prey came, Yost decided to play hard to catch. After all, he now has several spare tires to choose from, so he has reason to be picky.

He took a sip of the white wine, feeling something was wrong, so he didn't drink more, but put down his glass and rolled up his sleeves to fiddle with his phone.It's just that he didn't know that if he got a little bit of that chemical, he would have to choose death.

Zhang Yu watched as his face became more and more tired, and he tapped the screen less and less.

Yost is a little sleepy, well, very sleepy.He thought the problem was due to his old age, so he didn't pay attention to the last warning of his body, so he missed the last chance to call for help, although even if he called for help, he would have no chance to survive.

His mind was not so clear, Jost fell asleep according to his own feeling, his fingers loosened, and the phone didn't move because it was stuck in the folds of his clothes, so he fell asleep soundlessly.

After a while, a drunk guy next door started to play a drunken mania, ran around, and soon came to Jost.

He walked very unsteadily, and it was scary to watch him wobble.One of the nice girls sitting across from Yost was scared away.It's just that the few remaining will be scared soon.

When the alcoholic passed by Jost, he staggered and bumped into Jost's shoulder.The dramatic scene of the two men making a scene in the tavern that the onlookers were expecting did not happen.Jost fell directly on the sofa following the impact, motionless.

Someone nearby looked over curiously, and then was terrified.

"Dead man! A dead man! Ahhhh!"

A burst of chaos.

Opening his eyes again, Zhang Yu saw Sherlock leaning over his face to observe.He was so close to him that Zhang Yu could feel his gentle and slow breathing and the faint smell of jelly water on his body.She pushed him away angrily, and sincerely suggested: "Sherlock, I actually prefer lemon or mint flavors to alcohol flavors. Really."

Sherlock didn't pay attention to Zhang Yu's little disgust, but asked instead: "You were in a daze just now? What were you thinking?"

"Oh, you can keep it a secret, I don't really want to tell you. By the way, have you checked now? We have been here for 10 minutes, maybe we can leave first and avoid the BAU people ?”

Although he didn't answer the next question, Sherlock took a step forward in a simple and honest manner: "Yes! It's done, this guy is not as interesting as the previous Evan."

"Maybe the first goal is more important than the second?" Zhang Yu thought about it and joked.

"Issa..."

"Ok?"

"Are you sure there are no problems with your education and medical records? Your thoughts are scarier than those kindergarten children!" Sherlock seriously doubted Isa's IQ.Such an idiot, how did he fall in love with her in the first place?Is there something wrong with your own brain?

Zhang Yu looked at the guy in front of him with a half-smile, and solemnly issued a warning: "Sherlock! Are you sure you want to use the word scary to describe a kind, lovely and steady girl?"

"..."

Back in the taxi, Zhang Yu finally had time to ask about Sherlock's discovery.

Sherlock glanced at her without any sarcasm, that look made Zhang Yu very guilty.Strange, what do you feel guilty about?

But after thinking about the relationship between himself and Sherlock, Zhang Yu lowered his head first: "Evan Gray is different from this gentleman in many ways. The cities they are in, their ages, and their hobbies can't be seen. There is nothing similar. But they are alike, they are very romantic in their treatment of women and their feelings. I said earlier that this man is a regular customer of the tavern, but looking at the wine left in his glass, it can be seen that he is not He loves to drink. A man comes to a tavern for only two purposes, drinking and hunting. Since he is not for drinking, he is for beauty. There are many women as accomplices in Ivan's death. Now this man's death is very likely It has to do with women too. But does a gentleman like that do drugs too? He has a healthy complexion and everything, I don't see anything."

"Just a hypocrite, Issa, when did your vision become so bad? Yost's clothes are very neat, and there is a special notepad in his pocket, which contains some relevant data on stocks and funds. Engaged in securities People in the industry are very good at self-management, so Yost pays attention to the dosage and timing every time he takes drugs. And he hasn't touched drugs in a while. But you are also right in one point, they do die because of women, although It's more because they're the chosen ones."

"chosen?"

"Your current IQ really makes me look sideways, Isa. I said before that if it's just for revenge, it should be to let the deceased feel the pain of those people before they die, but these two people died too quietly. Killing can There are many methods used. Why does the murderer focus on using drugs and drug reactions to cause death? So there is only one possibility. The people behind it are the producers of the drugs. They use women to select samples of people of different ages for experiments , so as to record relevant data to improve their finished products.”

Sherlock was silent for a while, then continued: "As for why the drug was produced in Gotham, they didn't use the local criminals to test the drug, think of Batman in Gotham. The main designer of the drug must have been released Cam Lunatic Asylum, so the remaining people chose to attack outsiders when their technical level is average."

Zhang Yu glanced at Sherlock in amazement, was once again overwhelmed by his high IQ, forgot his tragic experience of being oppressed, and finally helped Sherlock make a conclusion: "It's just that they didn't expect it, although they did not attack outsiders to avoid it." Batman, just in time for Consulting Detective."

"You are right!"

Under the light golden sunlight, the black-haired curly-haired consulting detective blinked his beautiful blue-green eyes, and smiled with satisfaction at his seldom-knowledgeable assistant.

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