[Comprehensive] Live broadcast of the crime scene

A shameful failure is nobler than a proud success.

—— Gibran

"bau?" Hearing this word, the news of the live broadcast of the penguin colony swiped the screen like an explosion, "Is it the fbi's bau? Quantico's bau?"

"I can't understand this live broadcast more and more [I'm already a useless cat]."

"Honestly, am I still dreaming?"

"Wait, we also have bau in real life, right? What if it's their bau in real life? It doesn't have to be the bau we talked about!"

"What are you talking about!" The person who knew nothing about the topic was a little annoyed, "What is bau!"

The full name of BAU is the Behavior Analysis Section. It is one of the departments of the FBI. It is famous for the hit American drama "Criminal Minds". The members of the BAU team are also called profilers. Most of them deal with cases related to serial killers , Occasionally, they also take some urgent child kidnapping, bombing, and arson cases. The way they handle the cases is to provide portraits of suspects, that is, psychological profiles, to explore the stories behind serial killers, and so on.

"bau?" Letterman obviously knew this organization very well, "how did they come to us?"

"They found a serial killer," Gillian said, "but the FBI thinks they've got the wrong guy."

Eric is the son of a high-ranking official and he is studying at Columbia University. A week ago, the fourth murder occurred in New York City. The victims were all members of Eric’s society, the Astronomy Society. According to the profile portrait, the serial killer has a high IQ , be cautious, in the eyes of others, they have their own friends, excellent studies, and beautiful families... "Isn't this very common?" Letterman sneered, "At Ivy League University, I can find a dozen .”

Of course it’s more than that. The serial killer’s sign in this case is to engrave a constellation map on the back of the corpse, which corresponds to the constellation of the deceased. Now it has reached Taurus. According to the murderer’s crime pattern, he will kill at least twelve people.

The suspect Eric's mother is the president of the American Astrological Society, so he became interested in astronomy since childhood. After his mother was discovered by his father, he shot himself to preserve the family's reputation. Her body was killed by a young Eric found that when she died, on the wall directly above the desk, there was an astronomical map of the twelve constellations.

However, although the suspect was locked, they were unable to arrest Eric with the portrait alone. After applying for a search warrant, there was no trace of the residence under his name. Yes, being cautious is his advantage, and this advantage This has brought great inconvenience to the police.

"If they let him go," Gillian said, "Eric could commit crimes again."

"What do they need us to do?" Letterman asked, tilting his head. "Confirm whether he is lying? The police need evidence. Even if we know he is the murderer, there is no way to charge him."

"A girl from the Astronomy Club disappeared yesterday," Gillian sighed. "They want us to find out where Eric hid her. If we can find that girl, we can successfully send him to the electric chair."

"Then what are you waiting for?" Letterman reached out to Gillian for information, "I need to know where all the properties under his name are located."

After some urgent preparations, Mo Xian followed Letterman and Gillian on the plane to New York for the first time.

On the plane, Mo Xian and Letterman sat separately, the aisle was on her left, and a drowsy Indian brother who smelled of curry was on the right. Seeing that no one was paying attention, she leaned on the seat and felt relieved. Looking at the barrage of the audience, after discussing a few sentences about constellations and serial murders, they suddenly turned to their real life, [Speaking of which, is Huaguo making a big move today? ][Yes, even I, who is not sensitive to news, have realized that Trump of the United States is preparing to pay a state visit to China. Ah, now both of them have sent notes to Huaguo, it's so strange. ][It’s okay for the United States, didn’t the United Kingdom just leave the European Union?How come to join in the fun. ] [And you feel it, the South China Sea has been quieter recently, and the island countries have not been doing exercises at every turn. ] [Shhhhhh, stop talking, beware of being invited to drink tea. ] [Speaking of drinking tea, please] When the plane took off and made a buzzing sound, Mo Xian drank a sip of mineral water to relieve the buzzing in his ears, and when he looked at the barrage again, the painting style quietly turned around , [Do you still remember Xue You?That game anchor? ] [Remember, he is back? ][It's not that easy, his agent revealed that he originally planned to come back tomorrow to continue commenting on the game, but today he was...you know. ] [Why is this again? ] [What is the sensitive period?But even if it's a sensitive period, there's nothing wrong with him as a game anchor, right?Unless—] unless what?

Mo Xian saw that everyone seemed to understand something in the barrage, and they collectively kept silent, and began to lament the beautiful scenery outside the plane window and the heavy smog in the place where she lived. She had no choice but to let go of her curiosity in mid-air. Brother fell asleep, and smacked his mouth in the dream, and she also felt sleepy, put on the blindfold, and slowly fell asleep.

"Wake up, New York is here," the electronic sound of the system woke her up, and she pushed the blindfold on her head. She rubbed her eyes. The Indian brother next to her had long since disappeared. She must have gone to the bathroom, she thought.

At the airport pick-up, Letterman waved to a black FBI, "Reynolds," he called. From the familiarity of his greeting, it can be seen that he has a good relationship with this FBI, and may have cooperated several times.When this Reynolds saw her, he frowned slightly, and the corner of his right lip twitched unconsciously. The whole expression lasted no more than a second. If Mo Xian hadn't observed her carefully, he might have missed this trace of contempt.

"Why did you bring a little girl?" Reynolds protested to Letterman as he led them through the traffic to the parking lot on the other side of the airport. "You think this case is fun? You're wrong." .It's the toughest case I've ever seen."

Before Letterman could answer, the barrage laughed, [No wonder they say that the racial talent of black people is rap, just talking is like singing rap. ][I actually heard the taste of rap from the translated Chinese, it is very good and powerful. ][I want to make a ghost animal video hahahaha it must be fun. ][[Please allow me to make a sad expression]]

[Send a wave of rewards for the poor black brother, see you tomorrow in the bilibili ghost animal area. ] The local tyrants offered rewards as they said, and with today’s wave of rewards, the [-] owed by Shards was basically paid off. Mo Xian heaved a sigh of relief and listened to Letterman’s slow explanation, “She is our assistant, trust me , her ability is much greater than you can imagine."

"OK, ok," although Reynolds still had an expression of "whatever you say", he still let go of this little episode, and a group of people got in the car he drove and drove towards the police station.

"Eric's father is running for the mayor of New York City." Reynolds' driving skills are very good, and he did not forget to overtake when he was talking. "He hopes we can quickly find out the real culprit." When it comes to the word "true" , he emphasized his tone, as if laughing at the mayoral candidate's self-deception.

"You believe Eric is the murderer?" Letterman noted this too. "Why do you think so?"

"Man, you haven't seen him yet." It was another beautiful overtaking, Reynolds smoothly parked the car in the parking lot in front of a building, and while unfastening his seat belt, he turned his head and said, "If you see He will also think that he is a murderer."

Eric is a young black-haired youth. He is not very good-looking, with a long chin and a gloomy face, as if he has not seen the sun all year round. However, his blue eyes are particularly bright and clear, but when they stare straight at the walking When Letterman entered the interrogation room, even Mo Xian, who was on the side of the single-sided glass, felt the chill behind him.

Gillian walked behind Letterman. She set up a small camera on the table and pointed it at Eric. From the side of the single-sided glass where Mo Xian was, she could use the computer to receive the image of the camera. FBI Reynolds watched from the side. She unfamiliarly installed the instrument, and Letterman asked the police to attach sensors to Eric to monitor Eric's heartbeat and blood pressure to help them determine whether Eric was lying.

Everything was ready, Mo Xian sat in front of the instrument and computer to observe, Reynolds stood behind her, listening to Letterman ask a few routine questions, "Do you have pets?"

"No." He smiled, "I don't have a pet."

"Liar," Mo Xian muttered while looking at the image, and explained under Reynolds' puzzled gaze, "He repeated the question, do you have a pet? No, I don't have a pet. It's a typical lie. For example, Clinton When a reporter asked him about his relationship with Lewinsky, he denied it and said, 'I didn't have sex with that woman,' which is the easiest lie to spot."

"But," Reynolds touched his chin in doubt, "he doesn't have a pet."

Mo Xian [bewildered]: What are you talking about?

"That would be even worse." Mo Xian glanced at the heartbeat and blood pressure monitor, and sighed, "It seems that he has prepared for us, but it doesn't matter! Compared with Letterman, he is still far behind."

Letterman's ability to see through lies is obviously not comparable to the half-baked Mo Xian. Although Mo Xian was suspicious of his life by Eric's truth and lies on the glass side, Letterman methodically advanced the topic to, "Have you killed person?"

Eric also realized that he was not Letterman's opponent, so he simply didn't speak and kept silent.

Gillian put one photo after another of the dead body in front of him, and Letterman spread out on the seat and stared at his face carefully.

"Oops," Mo Xian, who was also staring at Eric, frowned, seeing Eric's eyebrows raised, and looking away from the photo, she murmured, "You seem to have mistaken the person."