[CM] THE CASE

Chapter 103

The older I get, the wiser my father becomes in my eyes. — Tim Russert

At night, the streets were crowded, and Reid and Morgan huddled around the small table, making way for people who came to get drinks from time to time.Even so, Reid showed unusual enthusiasm: "Women generally travel in groups, and pay special attention to those who are single."

Morgan shot him a look and relayed the words to the officer on the intercom.

On the stairs to the second floor, Gideon whispered the words of the letter: "So many men, so little time. So she's hunting for prey to wipe out this race."

Emily thought for a while: "Or, is it harassing his father? Some people think that the reason Jack the Ripper destroyed women is because of his mother's perennial abuse of him."

Gideon seemed inspired: "It's really weird for someone so angry that the killer apologized for leaving a bloody discovery."

As they passed through the crowd, Emily stared at him intently, not daring to breathe for fear of blowing his mind away.

"Why?" Emily asked carefully.

"That may have been what Lamontagne realized before he died."

"You have to admit that these men are too easy to take the bait, I will not go into the alley with others, and no amount of drugs." JJ said.Little Lamontagne followed her and said, "You're not a man."

When Gideon and Emily went downstairs, Gideon suddenly asked, "Did you give Reid the latest letter? He knows the Jack the Ripper case well, and maybe he can see something different."

Emily hesitated: "I don't think so."

Gideon stopped and turned around: "What's wrong?"

Emily hesitated to speak: "Nothing."

"Forget it, do you think I didn't see something wrong with him?" Gideon smiled and walked on.

Emily watched his back and sighed.

While looking around, Morgan asked casually, "Are you going to tell me why I didn't catch the plane to Galveston?"

Reid said, "Didn't I already tell you? The phone has no signal."

"Yeah," Morgan said.

"what happened?"

"I mean, whenever you want to give a better answer, I'll listen."

Reid felt relieved.

However, without allowing him to think too much, Morgan suddenly became serious: "Black curly hair, at three o'clock, she is looking at the men outside the bar."

Before the words finished, a man took out his mobile phone from his pocket, greeted his friends and left alone.The woman in red was a few steps behind him and also followed.

Reid and Morgan followed immediately.

On the other side, the young man in the hat was joking with his friend and bumped into someone accidentally.He drank some wine, not to the point of being drunk but feeling a little bit, seeing that he bumped into a beautiful girl, he glibly said: "I'm sorry, I accidentally bumped into you, how should I express my apology? "

The woman pondered for a while, then said, "Bring me a drink."

Morgan hid at the entrance of the alley. In the dark alley, he could only see the distance between the two people getting closer. When the man turned around, Morgan and Reid touched the gun at the same time.

However, they only exchanged a few words, and the woman turned and left.

The alarm was lifted, and they breathed a sigh of relief.

"what about your friends?"

The woman's tone was almost indifferent: "No, they will only get in the way."

The man didn't notice anything wrong: "I like this, you see, girls don't want to come to this kind of place alone."

The woman's eyes were slightly blank: "I'm not most girls."

They were flirting vaguely, and Morgan's eyes flicked over them.

Nothing was found.

"Today is almost over, and if you're right, we're out of time." Gideon looked down at his watch.

In a dark alley not far away, the cheating couple stopped.The man said strangely: "Your hair is wet."

"what?"

The woman turned her head and found a pool of blood on the wall. They followed the blood to the ground and saw a dead body lying there with the hat dropped to one side and covered with blood.

Griffith went to the Chinese restaurant he frequented and asked if they were still short of staff.The proprietress asked him anxiously why he lost his job in 10 minutes, and he was so scared that he repeatedly said no, and then kept silent.

The boss smoked a cigarette and asked him if he had any difficulties and if he needed money.

Griffith pointed to his cigarette with a smile: "Smoking less, Auntie will scold you when she finds out."

When he got home, Griffith put everything in the kitchen and put it in order.He is not a person who loves housework. After finishing these, he doesn't want to do anything but lie on the bed.

Everyone is worried about his plan, only he doesn't care - probably because once he relaxes, people just want to take a vacation. Griffith took a satisfying nap and got up to dig into the recipes.

Reid didn't say when he'd be back, but when he did, Griffith wanted to do something for him.

The busiest phone calls these days have quieted down instead, and the quiet Griffith is hardly used to it.In the past, I always complained that when I made a phone call at work, I had to postpone all arrangements, but there was really no work, and Griffith had nothing to arrange.

He met his friends once, and he has no interest in traveling. He just stays at home, and it seems that there is nothing interesting.After cooking a few experimental dishes and finishing dinner, Griffith turned on the computer, ready to find some movies to watch.

Then he stumbled upon Reid's recent searches.

furnish?

Party supplies?

Griffith frowned, clicked in and looked through, all of them were some strategies for organizing a party. Reid's investigations were all small gatherings, and they had a lot of requests, looking festive and easy to clean up.The decoration catalog is very complicated. He seems to be particularly fond of Chinese style. Griffith looked carefully and found that the Chinese style in the eyes of Americans is very hard to describe.

Griffith sighed, remembering the keys to the apartment he had taken away, he could roughly guess what Reid was up to.

Garcia was very surprised when she received a call from Griffith: "Hello, this is Garcia's fairy godmother. Do you have any wishes? I can help you achieve them."

Griffith smiled after not seeing Garcia's words for a long time: "I want to ask, did Reid invite you to my discharge party?"

Due to Reid's confidentiality agreement, Garcia could only say ambiguously: "I don't know."

Griffith was persuasive: "You tell me the truth, he won't blame you."

"Okay, okay, this is your promise." Garcia exhaled, "He also asked me to make cakes, you seem to appreciate my craftsmanship?"

Griffith said in his heart that it was indeed a little better than Elle.

"I have something to ask of you too." Griffith said with a smile, "Did he want to surprise me? I thought so too."

Garcia, who had just been instigated, received a call from Reid and felt guilty: "Hi, I'm here for you at any time. Tell me."

Reid didn't see anything wrong: "Garcia, check if there's a newspaper about the rape that happened at a bar called Jones nine years ago?"

That was the message left by the old sheriff before he died.

Hearing about the case, Garcia put personal matters aside.She tapped on the keyboard with her ring finger, and the search results immediately popped up: "No, nothing."

Reid frowned. "Are you sure? It happened about nine years ago."

Garcia tried again with qualifications: "No."

Reid thought for a while: "Okay, cross-reference the William Lamontagne and Jones bars."

Garcia checked again: "Found it. In the police record book, the police were called to the Jones Bar due to riots on February 1998, 2. It seems to be the last day before Lent."

Reid immediately turned to his colleague and subconsciously said, "Thank you, you said the best."

They quickly contacted the old detective's former colleagues. Smith sat at the bar, looked at the old man's son, and said in a bad tone, "You better have a good reason why you want to bring up these old things."

Bill looked at the BAU people, then at Smith.He still remembers that when he was a child, this uncle would come to the house for dinner, and the men would chat in the living room, and he would show them his paintings, and the uncle would praise him for his talent.

I don't know what kind of case will make the two of them never talk again.

"There is no such case," Smith said. "The girl had enough beads on her body to decorate a small town. In my opinion, any such witness is not credible. And several people have said that the girl is not serious. She asked for it."

Bill felt that all the laughter and laughter in the memory were turned into dust under such a statement.

"Your father still wanted me to accept sanctions, but the people above supported me, and finally transferred him away." He smiled, looking a little smug, "So, why on earth do you want to bring up these crap? ?”

Gideon said: "Know that serial killer who slit his throat recently? She was that victim."

Smith stopped holding his glass.

"Can you tell us her name?" Emily asked.

Smith doesn't speak.

JJ was a little angry, which made her smile a little sarcastic: "You didn't forget, did you?"

"That was all nine years ago."

"What about the rapist you defended, the 'good boy'?"

Smith obviously wasn't going to talk.

"If you don't give me your name, I'll subject you to punishment, whatever," said little Lamontagne. "Smitty, tell me your name."

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