God made me miserable

The time goes back to 40 minutes before the BAU people rushed to the scene of the crime.

"Hey", the blue eyes of the man who came to strike up a conversation made people unable to take their eyes off him. He had well-groomed blond hair and a well-fitting suit. He was about 26 or 7 years old, and his face was polite without making people feel distant. smile. "Good afternoon." The man who called himself Jack pulled away the chair opposite Zooey, reached out to unbutton his suit jacket, and then sat down.

"Good afternoon." Zooey replied with a smile, and then glanced across the man's body without any trace.

"The black forest of this store is the specialty." Jack who sat down was neither too eager nor enthusiastic, but with a faint sense of authority.He looked like a gentleman and raised his hand politely, and ordered another piece of cake and a cup of coffee for Zooey. "Try it," he smiled, but his face showed a little awkwardness that only young boys have when they rashly strike up a conversation with a girl and are afraid of being rejected.

And this exposed sense of embarrassment just made up for the discomfort that his previous self-assertive behavior brought to Zoe.

After hesitating for a second, Zooey accepted the other party's kindness. "Thank you, Jack." But no matter what, the sudden appearance of this man has aroused her vigilance.

The emergence of a serial killer targeting young girls has dominated all the headlines in Washington, D.C. this week except for the whereabouts of the president.Even though Zoe had just woken up at this time point, the whole night of information collection last night had already given her a general understanding of her environment.

BAU, which took over the case, together with the police in Washington, D.C., issued a special announcement to the outside world, warning girls between the ages of 18 and 25 to be extremely careful about men who suddenly appear in their lives and meet the description of the test.

"I've never met you here before." The man who called himself Jack reached out to pick up the coffee cup seemingly unintentionally, but "accidentally" revealed the expensive watch on his wrist. "Zoe, are you visiting Washington?" He put down his coffee cup after making sure that Zooey had seen the watch brand clearly.

"Hmm," Zoe responded without admitting or denying, "What about you, Jack? Do you work near here?" This area of ​​Washington DC is already relatively close to the FBI headquarters in Quantico. There are many "tall" institutions stationed nearby.

"Yes." Jack stretched out his hand to straighten his tie, "I work in a nearby office." His hand casually pointed outside the glass of the coffee shop.As far as Zoe knew, there were two nationally renowned judicial institutions opposite this cafe, and there was an FBI office not far away.

Could it be that she is too suspicious?Do serial killers really dare to hunt for victims on the street not far from the FBI office?

Zooey's hesitation was only for a second, and she immediately denied the suspicion - the man in front of her must be weird.

"Are you an FBI agent?" Pretending to be very interested, Zoe blinked, leaned forward, and fixed her eyes on the man opposite, "Jack?" She looked expectantly. To the man in the suit.

"Ahem, um..." Jack's eyes flashed extremely quickly. If Zoe hadn't been observing carefully with suspicion, he might not have noticed this detail at all, "This is... a secret." He turned towards the The curious girl opposite blinked.

"Wow." Zoe, who had already made a decision in her heart, exclaimed in admiration, "Cool!" Killing people under the nose of the FBI, and now considering her as a potential target, this Mr. Murderer is really cool.

But Jack, who thought he was sure of winning, obviously didn't realize that the seemingly weak prey in front of him had actually secretly prepared sharp claws and fangs, and when the time came, he would jump up and bite him hard.

A serial murderer who specializes in defrauding money and sex, and extorting and murdering people?

Zoe smiled and picked up the coffee cup and pretended to take a sip. She thought of what she received on her mobile phone, which was sent to her by the little doctor of BAU a few days ago, and the results of BAU's internal test for this murderer——

"The murderer was between 25 and 32 years old, well-educated, and had a high IQ. He was handsome, the type who could be noticed by women at first sight. The murderer was neatly dressed, even in daily life. Slightly grand, but he will use his proper words and deeds to make people around him think that this habit is only derived from his family environment above ordinary people. In fact, this murderer will not let go of any opportunity to imply that other people, his own Successful and special."

Zoe put down the coffee cup—a man who would tie his tie neatly when he came to a coffee shop to have a cup of coffee, even when he stood and sat down, he would unbutton his shirt in strict accordance with etiquette, and pretend to be an FBI agent. Is it really so coincidental that he is just an ordinary person who came to strike up a conversation?

"Are you investigating the latest serial murder case?" Zooey put her hands on the table and showed the man opposite her that she had already begun to take the bait. "I heard that you have arrested a suspect, is that true?" Just a few minutes ago, she had just posted on the Internet saying that the police seemed to have arrested someone.

"Oh, Zoe, that's confidential." Jack frowned with a smile on his face, and then blinked suggestively, "But I can finally come out for a cup of coffee and get some air." He pulled himself Tie, as if really starting to feel relaxed.

She really hit the jackpot.

Zoe cut open the black forest in front of her. The black forest cake in this shop had too many chocolate crumbs, but she didn't like chocolate.And the more authentic Black Forest cake, there should be relatively less chocolate.

The long test result that Dr. Rhett sent her, except for the one about the murderer's birth and wealth, everything else matched.

But the test and writing results are only a tool to help solve the case, not the final conclusion, isn't it?

What?You ask her why she thinks the man in front of her is of low birth?Come on, when did you ever see Iron Man showing off what watch he was wearing today?

Zooey hesitated, and then pushed aside the cake that was not at all appetizing. "Jack, can you really not talk about your job?" The girl who was accosted heard that the other party was an FBI agent, so it is normal to be curious, "The man you caught is really like what was reported in the news. Is it because I am too poor, so I am jealous of girls who are rich, so I kill them to vent my anger?” Of course, this news was made up by Zoe herself.

"...This is a secret, Zoe." The man was still smiling, and his demeanor was fine, but he couldn't hide the murderous intent in his eyes.

That's him.

Zoe lowered her eyes by pulling back the cake plate, well, she met an ogre one day, had coffee with a murderer the next, life is so colorful :)

"Zoe, be careful." The system said worriedly.

"Huh? Look there." Jack, who wanted to follow the steps, was irritated by the desperate words of the girl in front of him, and he didn't want to wait any longer. "What's that?" He pointed to the street outside the coffee shop, motioning for the girl to look.

Zooey was alert instinctively. While turning her head in the direction the man pointed, her eyes were fixed on the window of the coffee shop. There were indescribable materials and shiny decorations inlaid for the sake of looking good—the Things can faintly reflect light.

really.

Zooey vaguely saw that Jack quickly took something out of his cuff or somewhere, and then threw it all into the cup in front of her.

"Nothing." Pretending to be ignorant and turning around, Zooey wanted to look at Jack, "What did you see?"

"I seem to have seen a kitten running past just now." Jack, who has been watching the girl for a long time, answered without panic, "Maybe he ran away." As long as the girl drank the coffee, he could make things happen take away.

"Kitten?" Zooey wasn't sure if she herself had been targeted long ago, or if Jack's mention of cats was just a coincidence.But it's true that she really likes animals.

"Ah!" At this moment, the waitress in the coffee shop walked past Zooey's table with three cups of coffee, but suddenly slipped her foot, and the coffee almost spilled on Jack.

Zoe didn't hesitate at all. Taking advantage of the distraction of the man's back, she boldly stretched out her hands and switched the two cups of coffee on the table.

Thanks for watching the spy movie!

Zoe wasn't sure if she was moving fast enough to be noticed.She concealedly picked up the coffee cup in front of her, "Jack, are you okay?"

Zooey asked with concern.

"It's okay, it's okay." He was annoyed, but Jack still smiled hypocritically at the waitress, expressing that he didn't mind.He dismissed the hostess who kept apologizing, and picked up the coffee in front of him, "It seems that there is a price for sneaking out during working hours, isn't it?" Blinking, Jack barely suppressed it because he thought of what happened next. Let go of your inner rage.In order to calm down, he drank the coffee in one gulp.

Zooey looked at the empty cup that the man put down, pretended to have drunk coffee, and swallowed her saliva - fortunately, the murderer took a sip before, otherwise she would really be afraid of being exposed.

"Zoe, it's already noon. If you don't mind, how about... I treat you to lunch? I know there is a very authentic Italian restaurant nearby." Jack, who knows the effect of medicine, is satisfied to see the coffee in the girl's cup Already a little less—he poured all the medicine into it in a rage, he only needed a sip, and believed that the little girl in front of him would completely lose consciousness in a short while and be at his mercy.

"Okay." Zooey nodded and agreed, "But wait for me, I'll ask them to pack the cake for me." She pointed to the Black Forest, which she didn't eat.Zooey didn't know what medicine Jack put in the coffee. She was hesitating now, should she call the little doctor immediately to let him arrest him, or delay the time and wait for the medicine to take effect.

Wouldn't it be too merciful for a despicable murderer to be caught by the police and thrown in jail?

Thinking of the news materials she found last night, Zooey reluctantly canceled the number she was about to dial.

Since he hit the door himself, don't blame her.

The female clerk who almost spilled coffee on Jack came over, maybe feeling a little embarrassed, and the clerk promised to give Zooey another new cake.

The clerk who was holding the cake walked away. Zooey looked at her phone and counted the time, wondering when the other party's medicine would start to take effect.On the other hand, Jack on the other side of the table was smiling all over his face, but unconsciously glanced at his watch, obviously doing the same thing as Zoe.

"Jack, do you work at Quantico?" After stirring the coffee in the cup, Zooey didn't get up in a hurry. "What does it look like inside?" She also wanted to visit the famous FBI headquarters.

"This is a secret." Jack, who thought he had a winning chance, patiently dealt with the stupid girl in front of him, "Well... But, maybe when we are eating, I can explain it to you a little bit?" He frowned .

"Jack?" Zooey saw the eyes of the man in front of him start to straighten, and knew that the medicine must have started to work.How long has it been since the man drank his coffee?Have 30 seconds?

Zooey sneered in her heart.

The murderer was still impatient.

"Uh...I..." After drinking such a large amount of medicine, once the medicine starts to take effect, the person will lose the consciousness of independent thinking in an instant.By the time Jack realized something was wrong, it was already too late.

"Zuo...I..." He wanted to leave, but his body shook involuntarily.

"Jack, are you okay?" Pretending to be concerned, Zooey quickly stretched her arms across the table, and took away the briefcase the man put beside her.Such a well-fitting suit would obviously not leave any room for the murderer in front of him to hide his weapons, and now the briefcase was in her hands.

"Jack?" Reaching out to pat the man's cheek, Zooey carefully observed the changes in the man's pupils.

"Uh, I..." Jack, whose brain had been completely taken over by the effects of the medicine, could only groan incomprehensibly.

very good.

Only then did Zooey walk around the table and walk in front of the man.

"What's your name?" She kept in mind the details of the previous cases disclosed by the police, and Zoe turned on the recording function of her mobile phone, speaking in a seductive way.

"Albert..." The man with straight eyes said his real name.

"Did you kill those girls before?"

"Those stupid women... make them look down on me..." Under the effect of the medicine, Albert, who called himself Jack, simply answered every question.

The female shop assistant who helped Zooey pack the cake came back with two small cake boxes in her hand, and stared at the scene in front of her in a daze. "Miss..." The clerk dropped the cake in his hand after hearing the murderer's narration, "This..." Of course, her first reaction was to call the police immediately.

"Wait." Zooey stopped the clerk.What good are they doing calling the FBI now?The murderer is caught in prison, then what?The best result was to be sentenced to death, but there were 6 victims in total, and Albert had only one life. Can he afford it?

"Albert, do you... like dancing?" Zooey pulled up the man who was sitting obediently in the chair, "Come on, come out and dance..."

……

"Miss", although this coffee shop is not big, it is considered a good business in the local area. The owner almost collapsed looking at the man who suddenly started dancing in front of the shop. "If he does this again, I will call the police!" As he spoke, the owner had already picked up the phone on the bar.

"Hey!" The female clerk stopped the owner, and then said something in a low voice.

"In that case, I have to call the police!" The shop owner, who is over fifty years old, heard that the man who danced was a murderer, and immediately wanted to call the police.

He is not stupid, the man in front of him was obviously drugged, and he was drugged in his shop.If he doesn't call the police now and let the situation develop, who will dare to come to his coffee shop for coffee after the final police investigation report is released?

"Is he a regular customer?" The change in the owner's eyes did not hide from Zooey.Ordinary people would feel angry after hearing what Jack did, would be filled with righteous indignation, and would wish to rush up and beat him up, seeing the murderer make a fool of himself, it would be too late to be happy.

For example, the two clerks in the store and the remaining customers.

"Let go!" Zooey slapped the phone on the bar with one hand, knocking over the receiver in the boss's hand.

"He just told me that he is a regular customer." The big boss opened his eyes aggressively, but Zooey was not afraid.She reached out and unplugged the phone line.

"A serial murderer lingered in a well-known local coffee shop for several months, waiting for an opportunity to find the victim, and even drugged the victim directly in the coffee. Is the coffee shop owner really unaware?" Zoe leaned on the bar and looked at the victim. The boss wanted to dial 911 with his mobile phone, "Tell me, if such a description comes from someone like me who was almost killed, can your cafe continue to operate?" She raised her finger and pointed to the surveillance camera on the corner of the store. , "You said that even if the police finally investigate and prove that you don't know, will the angry victims' families and ordinary people let you go?"

"Obviously there is an opportunity to make the murderer's life worse than death, but you can't achieve it because of your selfishness. What do you think, everyone?" Zoe looked straight at the shopkeeper holding the phone expressionlessly, "The FBI said Do you know the type of victims announced?" She looked at the shopkeeper who put down her phone unconsciously, and lowered her voice, "You must know that public opinion... can be incited."

Zoe was hinting, or expressly telling the shop owner that if she dared to interrupt the enthusiastic dance of the murderer's children's shoes, then she would make the other party's shop unable to open.

The shopkeeper swallowed. "I, I don't know..." He really didn't know that this man who had only become a regular customer in the store in the past two months and always picked up girls here was a serial murderer.

He only thought that the other party was a liar who specialized in defrauding rich people-there were many such people in Washington.

"He can't jump in front of the door..." The boss wanted to make a final struggle.

Zoe's answer was to take out her checkbook and write a check to the other party, "I bought this store." The intersection in front of the coffee shop is a busy traffic artery. If she changed places, where would she go? Looking for so many viewers for the murderer?

"I don't..." The shopkeeper wanted to refuse.

"You have only two choices right now, one is to take the check and be your innocent ex-owner of the coffee shop when the police come, or call the police right now and ask them to take the murderer away, and then board the police tonight The headlines of the nightly news across America."

Zooey dropped the check on the bar, "You choose."

As an elite team of the FBI, BAU has always been able to solve cases quickly after receiving them.

But this time, they were forced to be late heroes.

"What do you think?" Emily looked at the suspect Albert Hardy who was escorted into the car by the SWAT team who was forced to wrap a small blanket around his lower body, and asked JJ beside him in a low voice.

"Would a person with such high self-esteem that he danced in public be uploaded on the Internet?" There were too many people watching, and there was no possibility of withdrawing the video material. "He might... wish he was dead now." After a while, the medicine wears off, and they must take measures to prevent Albert from committing suicide.

"No, I mean the girl Rhett knew." Emily motioned her colleagues to look over, "She wrote a six-figure check to the shopkeeper without blinking an eye, and the serial murderer who came to the door was her Life is worse than death..." Emily looked at her colleagues seriously, "Red... can he handle it?"

Isn't this girl a little unexpected?

"This..." JJ also hesitated.

the other side.

Hannibal's favorability?

Zoe, who heard the beep, looked around strangely.Is Hannibal here too?

"Miss Oswald, lynching is against the law." Hochner looked at the smug little girl in front of him with a serious face, and from the corner of his eye, he accurately received the disapproving gaze that Rhett cast on him.

#Hochner’s mother: My child has rebelled==#

"Hodge," Reid interrupted his supervisor, "Zoe is not feeling well." With that said, the little doctor stood in front of Zooey, "I'll take her to the hospital first..."

"Dr. Reid, Agent Hotchner." Outside the raised cordon, someone spoke, "Miss Oswald."

The three turned their heads to look over, and Zoe's pupils shrank unconsciously—it was really Hannibal.

"Doctor Lecter?" To Zoe's surprise, not only Dr. Reid knew Hannibal, but the director of BAU and the rest of the agents also seemed to be familiar with ogres. "I didn't expect you to be here." Hotchner even shook hands with Hannibal.

"I just happened to pass by, and I saw Miss Oswald." Hannibal smiled and nodded to Zooey.

passing by?

Zooey lowered her eyes.

Did Hannibal just pass by and see her, or was he following her?

"When did Dr. Lecter come?" Zoe asked directly.

"Hmm..." Hannibal pretended to hesitate for a moment, "Probably when you threatened the shopkeeper that if you refused to let that gentleman dance, you would buy the whole street."

There was a moment of silence near the police car.

"Ding dong, Hannibal Lecter favorability +10! I'm so touched by 50 points! It's above average, please pay attention!"

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When did I say I was going to buy the whole street! ! !

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