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"Just now in the interrogation room, the police officer showed us the photo." Morgan asked Elle, "What does the 'SAVEHER' on the room mean?"

Elle shook her head, "Who is she? Who is that person in the room?"

"The man in the room is Marty Harris." Hotch walked in through the door and looked at Morgan. "Your friend told me you were here."

"Thank God, you finally showed up..." Elle breathed a sigh of relief, "Did you ask someone to call us out?"

"It's not me." Hotch shook his head, "It's Emily. Let's go to the crime scene first."

"Frank Giles." Morgan kicked the door open and saw the empty room. "He checked in at the same time as the deceased and disappeared. I called Grasia."

"Stop typing." Hotch watched coldly, "The computer is broken."

"What?" Morgan couldn't believe it. "Grasia's computer is also broken?"

"Apparently, there's a psycho who wants us to be involved in his game." Jessie hadn't finished speaking when the phone rang.

"JJ?"

"Thank goodness you're all okay." JJ and Emily sat in front of the computer, "Is Hotch here? Gidoen is looking for him."

"Here." Jessie looked at Hotch, "Gideon asked you to contact him."

"You guys come back first..." JJ said with a hint of anxiety in his tone, "Someone also sent me a package...it was a stuffed butterfly...although it's not as weird as receiving a human head in the middle of the night, to me it's already It's very strange, by the way, the computer in the bureau is not working now, I borrowed a computer from Emily to track the inquiry."

"I understand." Jessie hung up the phone and looked at everyone, "JJ wants us to go back to the bureau first, and then we can discuss the next task further."

"This lunatic is really disgusting..." Elle sat on the plane indignantly.

"This guy made us spend most of the night in the interrogation room..." Morgan's tone was full of resentment, "I really want to..."

"Let's go back and talk about it..." Hotch leaned on the seat, "I also want to know what the hell happened."

"Frank Giles left Jamaica on a flight last night." As soon as they got out of the elevator, they saw JJ and Emily coming up. "He first arrived in Virginia, and then transferred to Virginia."

"He's here?" Elle looked up, "The bastard is here..."

"He's in Arlington. This guy has a lot of criminal records." Emily flipped through the documents in her hand, "Murder, rape, robbery..."

"What about Marty Harris?" Jessie asked.

"He was twice guilty of theft and child molestation."

"Don't waste time on the first victim, they are bad people who deserve what they deserve. The youngest has the key, you have to help him find her."

"What's this?" JJ didn't understand what Hotch meant.

"A phone call I got before I left for Jamaica. The youngest has the key...I think he meant Reid."

"Is that she the one we want to save?" Elle thought to herself.

"Probably." Jessie looked around, "Where's Reid?"

JJ brought a few people into the conference room, "I can't get in touch with him, let's talk about what we received first, and sort out the clues."

"Someone wants us to play games with him..." Gideon sat on the chair with folded arms, thinking, "What he sent must be some kind of clue."

"I got an inexplicable phone call in the middle of the night."

"I was framed for murder in Jamaica."

"I got a head and Nellie Fox's 1963 baseball card in the middle of the night."

"I've got a rare British yellow butterfly. It's in the display box."

"Grasia's computer is broken..."

"I have a headless body and a perfect midnight visit to a Jamaica police station..."

"Reid's calling from Nevada." Gideon said leisurely, "He's coming over with a gun and a post-it note."

"The youngest has the key." Jessie glanced at Hotch.

"I don't understand." Emily, who had been listening to several people talking, interrupted, "How did this unknown person know our information, and then make us his target?"

"About that baseball card." Gideon looked at the card sealed in the bag. "Fox is my favorite star since I was a kid."

JJ was sorting out information on the whiteboard, when he heard the words, the pen paused, "I was obsessed with collecting butterflies when I was a child, so I know the species of butterflies in the box..."

"It sounds like unknown people know us well." Emily looked at the people present worriedly.

"But we don't know anything about him..." The melancholy in Jessie's eyes deepened.

"He got the data from the computer in the bureau." Grasia came in hesitantly from the door. "Your information is all in there, Gidoen's cabin... the hotel in Jamaica..." She lowered her head, with endless apologies... "It was my negligence, I was playing computer games in the bureau yesterday..."

"Use the computer in the bureau?"

"No...not..." Grasia quickly looked at Hotch, "It's my own computer, but it's connected to the wireless network in the bureau... The hacker first invaded my private computer, and then invaded the entire bureau."

"Why do you..." Gidoen stood up annoyed, "The archives are all under your control."

"Sir..."

"But it will not be recorded in the files that Gideon's young idol was Focus, nor will it be recorded that JJ liked to collect butterflies since he was a child." Jessie reminded from the side, "It is possible for him to frame us for killing people in Jamaica. You can send it to Gideon and JJ's stuff shows that we have more information in his hands."

"I agree with Jessie's analysis..." Emily looked at Grasia with a soft voice, "Then have you found out who the hacker is?"

"Giles..." Grasia cried, "FrankGiles, here's his address."

A man was lying on his back on a low bed on the ground, with a medieval dagger stuck in his belly, and on the wall, there was a line of words written in blood "HERETHYQUESTDOTTHTRULYBEGIN (Now your mission really begins)

That's what Elle and Morgan saw when they kicked open the door at the address.

"I think you should take a look at this," Morgan said to the few who followed.

"The writing on the wall was written in blood?" Emily couldn't believe it for a while.

Gideon looked at the line and nodded.

Jessie shuddered for no reason when she thought of the bloody writing on the wall in her memories.He simply took out his tools and checked the corpse and the sword.

"The words on it are written in Old English." Elle stared at the bloody words, "Why, other information is not like this."

"Old English?" Jessie raised her head, "Is it the English of Shakespeare's time?"

Morgan nodded in agreement.

"The body has been identified, it is Giles himself." Emily walked towards the travel bag with a bag of money in the corner. "So there's another suspect who instigated Giles to kill someone in Jamaica, who in turn killed him?"

"He didn't take the money." Morgan glanced at the bundles of bills in the bag. "It doesn't look like money matters to him."

"Hey, everyone." Jessie, who was looking at the corpse, suddenly raised her head, "There is a word engraved on the hilt."

"Want to know what's going to happen next, keep the sword, the hour disappears, and the truth will come to light." Hotch leaned down and read.

"Hour disappears?" Morgan and Emily were a little confused.

"Elle, move to the left." Hotch said to Elle beside him, "The bed is in the middle of the room, the sunlight comes in from the window, and the shadow of the sword represents the time scale."

"Then, what time is it?" Emily felt very passive.

"Midnight?" Hotch asked. "Midnight is 24:[-] on a [-]-hour clock."

"Three o'clock in the afternoon." Reid ran in from the door, "Grasia told me that you are here. In the Middle Ages, a day was divided into several time zones, and the no-class zone was three o'clock in the afternoon, which coincided with the disappearance of the hour."

Following Reid's guidance, everyone found the locked box hidden in the wall.

"The youngest has the key." Gideon looked at Reid.

The locked box was opened by Reid with a key. It was a music box of some years.

"Trout by Schubert"

"So he's quite flirtatious?" Elle looked at Gidoen.

"This sentiment...it's better not to..." Jessie frowned and stared at the music box in front of her.Reach out and pull away the dark layer.

A CD and a short hair fell out.

Emily brought the evidence bag and put the golden hair in it.

"The adventure is officially starting now. This is a wonderful adventure. Maybe you will thank me in the end..." After inserting the found CD into the computer, the screen flickered a few times, and a hoarse old voice was like a ghost sounded like.

"Go ahead and dream...you bastard." Elle gave the screen a blank look.

"As you can see, a young girl who is in her prime is waiting for you to rescue. She is beautiful but irritable and sensitive... You will receive another clue to guide you to find her later. Of course, there are rules. ...My request is simple, only members of your group can participate in this expedition. Jason Gideon, Aaron Hotchner, Derek Morgan, Spencer Reid, Elle Greenaway, Jennifer Jareau, Penelope Garsia, just such a rule, you will also need an adventure book that can inspire everyone .I look forward to seeing you all soon. That will signify a happy ending to this adventure for all of us."

"Crazy..." Morgan cursed under his breath.

Emily looked at Jessie who was silent. "It doesn't have your name in it."

The few people who came back to their senses also raised their heads.

"...Maybe he knows that I'm a non-staff?" Jessie was stunned for a long time, and came up with an excuse that didn't count.Is this a bug? Jessie herself didn't know. "I'll go to the forensic laboratory to test the DNA of that lock of hair first."

"I asked the technical department to zoom in on the outline of the girl on the screen..." JJ said, "and then match it in the missing persons."

"Aaron." Haley's voice came from outside the door. "Someone delivered an item home saying you'll need it right away. He also said a girl's life was tied to it."

"He came?" Hotch's heart suddenly rose.

"Did he say it?" Gideon leaned against the door, "Not a note?"

"This person may have had contact with the suspect." Morgan looked at Gideon.

"Mrs.Hotcher." Gideon lost his expression, "We need you to describe the appearance of this man to us. It will help us." After thinking for a while, he shouted to JJ, "Inform the media and hold a press conference. You come …No…Emily and Jessie.”

"Isn't this a violation of the rules?" Emily looked at JJ puzzled.

"The man we are looking for is about 25 years old." Emily stood on the stage and said to the reporters below. "Multiple murders involved, a package was delivered to the home of one of our detectives last night."

"The kidnapped girl's name is Rebecca." Jessie added, "I disappeared in Boston two years ago. If anyone can provide relevant information, please contact us in time."

"Do you think it will work?" Emily asked Jessie. "We broke the rules after all."

"The suspect will show his feet in a panic and leave us with unexpected information." Jessie hurried into the meeting room, "Where's Elle?"

"I asked the agent to take her home..."

"She's home?" Jessie looked at Hotch.

"Right..." Hotch, who realized that the unknown person had information on all of them, realized his negligence... "I'll go to her house to see."

"I'll go with you." Just as Jessie stepped out the door, the phone on the desk rang.

Memories surged in his mind, and Jessie froze in place. Seeing that she had no intention of answering the phone, Emily stepped forward and pressed the call button.

"Doctor Jessie." The hoarse voice hit Jessie's heart directly. "Don't be a good surgeon and go to the BAU to take care of things..."

"You have no right to accuse me..." There was a tremor in Jessie's voice.

"I can't help you, it's time for you to get back to your old ways... I didn't know that Greenaway lived with you, and I almost made a mistake... Fortunately, I have been following her..."

"Asshole..." Jessie growled in a low voice, rushing out of the meeting room door.

Hotch made an emergency call while gesturing for Emily to stay here and be on call.

A muffled gunshot rang out.

The author has something to say: Elle was sent home when the little doctor and Emily held a press conference.

Sometimes the more you want to change, the more things backfire.

Let's abuse the little doctor here...

☆, fear