[Zhongyingmei] The last string

Viola's words made sense, which made Hotch, who did not agree with this point of view, a little shaken.

"Aaron, there must be something wrong with this," Viola said in a deep voice, "We should check on Foyet."

If Foyet is really the Grim Reaper, then many clues from that year have become fog bombs that disturb the police's sight, such as the so-called portrait of Grim Reaper.

According to the profile, Reaper kills people not for pure killing, but for seeking control and absolute possession of power.

That's why he made a deal with Detective Shaunessy. The absolute control of the police has greatly satisfied his inner desire, otherwise the serial killer would not have stopped for ten years.

In Hotch's mind, he recalled the conversation with Foyet just now, which originally sounded like a victim's inner venting words, but it became completely different under the change of the major premise.

He pursed his lips and said, "You're right." Need to look up this Foyet.

Hotch pulled out his phone and called Garcia.

The results of the investigation were startling.

Hotch first asked Garcia to look up the information of Foyet's girlfriend Amanda. It is sometimes easier to expose lies from another person.

Because your own affairs are easy to forge, all the past comes from your own mouth, no one knows whether it is true or not, but you can't change other people's affairs.

Amanda was born in Michigan. She had just been admitted to college and came to Boston. Foyet was a teaching assistant for a certain course at her university. According to the time, Amanda had just taken that course for four weeks.

However, in Foyet's mouth, the two of them seem to have been in love for a long time.

This is simply impossible.

This layer of lies was exposed, and Foyet's identity was very suspicious.

Hotch asked Garcia to look up the aliases Foyet had used, and the results were even more frightening.

The occupation of each pseudonym is related to educational facilities, which allows him to often come into contact with teenagers, which fits the profile of Shinigami as a juvenile fetish.

Not to mention that there is a case of sexual harassment of the accused under a pseudonym.

Almost every time Garcia said something, Hotch's face darkened, and by the time he hung up the phone, his face was so dark that it was dripping water.

"Foyet is the god of death." He asserted, the knuckles of his hands gripping the steering wheel turned white, but he didn't move.

They couldn't just go back and arrest Foyet because they had no profile, no real evidence.

It sucks knowing who the culprit is and not being able to arrest him right away.

"We know who he is, so we can stop his actions, and he will show his feet." Viola looked at Hotch's bad expression and comforted him.

Hotch was silent for a while, and then said: "Let's go to see Roy first, and we need to go back and discuss this matter with them."

"No, Aaron," she said, shaking her head, "if Foyet is death, we have to keep an eye on him because he could strike again anytime, anywhere."

As soon as this sentence fell, Hotch understood what Viola meant, and he immediately vetoed Viola's idea with a frown.

"Impossible." He would never let her stare at Foyet alone, he was an extremely dangerous figure, and he dared not take that risk.

"I can call for backup, they'll be here soon," Viola reassured, "but if we miss that opportunity, there will be more victims."

Hotch stared at her serious expression, speechless for a long time.

"No." He vetoed.

This made the female detective a little anxious, and she said, "Aaron...!"

Hotch gestured to stop her from continuing to persuade him, and replied, "I'm with you."

Viola blinked blankly, and asked, "Where is Colson?"

"I'll make a call first and ask what he wants to say," he lowered his head and pressed the number.

If it's not an important topic that must be discussed in person, it's okay to talk about it on the phone.

Besides, why would Roy suddenly want to find Hotch?

Because he suddenly received a copy of the letter when Detective Shaunessy made a deal with Death, which was the headline news for a reporter.

If it were other reporters, they might not contact the police at all. After all, this kind of big news might never happen once in a lifetime.

However, Roy knew very well in his heart that if this letter was published at this time, the commotion caused among the masses would lead to unimaginable results.

Serial killers have already made everyone tense. If coupled with distrust of the police, the city will plunge into chaos.

But as a reporter, he was unwilling to let go of such an opportunity, so he wanted to have a chat with Hotch.

Unexpectedly, he waited anxiously for a long time, but Hotch called and told him that there was no way to come.

"We have some important leads," said the detective on the other end of the line. "Perhaps you can talk about yourself on the phone."

Roy was first startled by the first half of Hotch's sentence, and when the second half was spoken, he looked at the letter in his hand and hesitated for a while.

"...It's not a very important matter." He still put catching the god of death first in his heart, and ignored big news and the like. "Your clues are more important."

"I see, thank you for your understanding," Hotch finished and asked, "Roy, what do you think about Foyet?"

"Foyet?"

Roy wondered why Hotch was asking about the poor victim, since his communication with Foyet wasn't too intimate.

The events of that year left a deep shadow in Foyet's heart, and he refused to even give him a phone call, and he only knew a few places where Foyet lived, but not completely.

So, although he visited Foyet many times for his book, he didn't know him in particular.

"What kind of attitude does he have when he mentions Death?" Hotch asked a slightly more straightforward question.

"Reaper? Well..." Roy didn't have doubts in his heart, but started to think, "Fear?"

"Besides fear?" Hotch asked.

Although you can't expect a reporter to be as sharp as a profiler, after all, Foyet's acting skills can be called top-notch, but the profession of a reporter requires observation and observation, and maybe he can get some information.

Roy hesitated for a moment, and then replied: "I don't know if it's my illusion, but he is very concerned about my writing the book, and he is also very concerned about how I write the god of death."

Originally, Roy didn't pay too much attention to this matter. From the victim's point of view, it's not uncommon for people to be obsessed with hurting themselves, but now that Hotch asks this question, his sensitivity as a reporter is offended. out.

"Why are you asking that?" he asked rhetorically.

"...nothing," Hotch replied after a pause, "just a little concerned, Foyet looks like he's taken a lot of damage."

"Yeah," Roy sighed, "for the sake of these victims, please catch Death."

"We will," Hotch replied firmly.

*****

Hotch hung up on Roy.

There is a reason for not telling him Foyet's true identity. Now there is no evidence to prove that Foyet is the god of death, so it's better to keep it secret to the outside world.

At the same time that he finished the call, Viola's call was almost finished.

She informed the BAU team who was still at the police station about the incident, and Man and Emily said they would leave to join them immediately.

After all, you don't need too many people to monitor, just send two people with strong fighting ability to come over.

After dealing with these, Hotch immediately started the car and turned back.

It didn't drive very far, but the two agents dared not drive directly back to Foyet's door.

If Foyet is really the Grim Reaper, their such an obvious and iconic SUV is sure to be spotted.

The two could only park the car on the side of the street a hundred meters away from Foyet's house, and observe with the binoculars in the car.

In order to guard Foyet, the two waited from morning to evening, but they came out without talking a few words.

It was already night, and the pedestrians on the road were in a hurry, and they all seemed a little cautious. This might be the panic caused by the return of the god of death.

Man and Emily won't be there for another hour, and both of them are staring at Foyet's house with 12 hearts in their hearts.

However, after waiting for two hours, there was still no movement from the people inside.

The lights in the room were on, as could be seen from the faint light coming through the drawn curtains.

In order not to startle the scene, Man and Emily stood guard outside an intersection, ready to act at any time.

After another hour or so, there were very few pedestrians on the street, perhaps it should be said that there was no one there.

"Aaron," Viola said suddenly, "the lights are off."

The lights in Foyet's house suddenly went out, and a few minutes later, the door suddenly opened.

A man in black walked out slowly with his hands in his pockets.

His pace is not fast, it can be called leisurely.

Viola and Hotch opened the door and got out of the car - the target was too big to follow by car.

Both of them took out the guns that were short of their waists and followed slowly, but they didn't dare to close the distance, fearing that Foyet would find their tracks.

At the same time, Viola called two team members outside an intersection and told them to drive around on the other side.

Before coming, Viola specifically told them not to drive the black SUV that is standard with the FBI, so as not to expose their identities.

After following Foyet for a while, he suddenly stopped at a bus stop.

That is the nearest bus station to his home.

The two agents no longer stepped forward, but hid in the corner against the wall, watching Foyet secretly.

Foyet didn't take any further action. Instead, he took out his mobile phone and dialed a number.

Hotch's phone vibrated suddenly, startling both agents.

He took out the mobile phone in his suit pocket, which was an anonymous number. Viola nodded to him, and turned her head to stare at Foyet standing in front of the bus stop.And Hotch quickly walked back a dozen steps, opened the distance before answering the phone.

"Hello, Agent Hoter." The voice on the other end of the phone was hoarse and dull.

"……Who are you?"

"If you let me go, then I will let them go."

"Do you think I'll say yes to you?" He's no Detective Shaunessy and would never make a deal with the devil.

"It's a good deal, isn't it?" The person on the other end seemed to be smiling.

"I will never say yes." He had already started to walk back when he said this, he saw Viola's gesture, and Man and Emily were already in their positions.

"You should have promised me, and you will regret it."

"No."

Foyet was about to hang up the phone, but when the last 'no' came out, he felt something strange.

Because, the 'No' came not only from the phone, but also... from behind!

"FBI! Put down your weapons! Raise your hands above your head!"

The two agents who suddenly appeared behind made Foyet turn around and run, but he turned around unexpectedly. Before he could step out, he saw Man and Emily running towards him.

There was no escape for him.

Four detectives surrounded him, he was silent, and finally raised his hands above his head.

Viola pointed a gun at him, took a few steps forward, snatched the gun from his hand, and raised his hand to remove his hood and strange all-black mask.

The face under the mask was none other than Foyet.

"Surprised?" Viola said with a smile, her tone full of sarcasm.

Foyet looked at the face of the female detective in front of him, then turned to look at Hotch, black pupils full of gloom.

"That's... amazing."

The bus is coming in.

The author has something to say: Hotch: Surprised or not?Is it surprising?Did not expect it!

Foyet: You'll regret it.

The thing I most wanted to avoid while watching this episode, was the death of the passengers on that bus.

This caused great psychological pressure on Hotch, this is the first time I saw him cry QAQ When Kate died, although he was sad, he didn’t cry

The death of the passenger in this car even made Hotch wonder whether his persistence has been correct.

If it weren't for what Uncle Rossi said, Hotch might have gotten into a dead end.

At that moment, the hatred for Buddha reached its peak for the first time (manual goodbye)

Then, in the next chapter, a consulting detective and his good partner will be online, so please look forward to it (づ￣3￣)づ

Characters in this chapter

Gee·Foyet Boston Reaper, the most hated serial killer in the history of CM (in my opinion)

Amanda Foyet's girlfriend, who died at the hands of Foyet