[CM] THE CASE

Chapter14

Do what you do best. - Bill Gates

Surrounded by mountains, Grayson is a small agricultural town.Looking around, the green farmland is covered with a large area of ​​loess, the sky above is surprisingly blue, soft clouds gently caress the ridge, and the air is mixed with the aroma of soil and plants.Faced with these, people have no reason not to feel relaxed.

But after Reid followed Griffith into the morgue, that good mood was gone.

Grayson is a small place, and the police are there to catch thieves and settle neighborhood disputes. Murders are rare, so they don't have a forensic examiner.The morgue is small, and it would have been nice to have a freezer to keep the body.The exhaust fan has been aging for a long time, and it creaks and screams when it is working, but it doesn't send out much air.So there was still a rotten smell in the morgue, and the forensic doctor specifically asked Griffith and Reid to wear masks before entering the door.

The forensic doctor was the only doctor in town to replace him.The fat middle-aged man shook hands with Griffith: "Hello, are you the FBI?"

"Yes, I'm Agent Foster Griffith, and this is... Dr. Spencer Reid." Griffith followed Jareau's example and introduced.

Reid waved behind Griffith, ignoring Mr. Forensic's outstretched hand.

The forensic doctor had to retract his hand in embarrassment: "Uh, my name is Ben Perez. If you don't mind, you can call me Ben."

"Okay, Ben. Can we have a look at the body?"

"Of course, here."

The bodies are all intact. Griffith bent down, searching the body carefully.He wondered where the injection was, it wasn't mentioned in the report.

Reid was watching him.From the moment he entered here, Griffith showed a different calm and confidence than usual.Even though he had just spoken to a stranger, Griffith didn't touch his bracelet, keeping his hands naturally at his sides.Now, his fingers pressed gently against the stiff limbs through the rubber gloves, his black eyes were empty, no different from the forensics Reid had seen before.

The same concentration, the same composure.

Reid remembered that Griffith was one of the best coroners in their class.

"Doctor?" Perez called.

"What?" Reid quickly recovered himself.He withdrew his gaze from looking at Griffith, and observed Perez across the way.Since they were looking for a necrophile, the forensic doctor was also on their list of suspicions.

"It's nothing, I thought you were the doctor who examined the corpse." Perez smiled, "You look too young, I thought you just graduated."

He was picking up the conversation, trying not to rest his eyes on the corpse, showing disgust at the smell of decay. Reid also noticed that the knuckles of Perez's right index finger and middle finger were a little yellowed by smoke, and he repeated the movement of shaking the ash involuntarily.

"It's probably a smoking addiction." Reid thought conclusively, "He doesn't fit the profile."

Perez waited for a long time, but Reid didn't reply him. Instead, Griffith, who was examining the corpse, raised his head: "Is there no missing part in the corpse?"

"Ah... yes."

"What about the other items?"

"Not found, everything that belonged to them is gone."

"Where's the white dress they were wearing?"

"In the police station, not here." Perez shrugged. "The clothes don't need to be refrigerated."

Griffith nodded. "Reid?"

"how?"

"Come and see." Griffith stepped aside, and Reid walked around the metal bed to Griffith's side, bending over.

On the left forearm of the deceased, there was a small spot left by the injection. Griffith's hand was resting next to it.

"That's where the vein happens to be," Griffith said, "and that's where the other two were injected."

"Then how can he do it? It's impossible to find the location so accurately when the victim is awake." Reid also felt strange, "There is no self-defense injury?"

"No, not at all." Griffith shook his head. "I don't know if the body was tested for drugs. I didn't see it in the report."

Perez was quick to answer the question: "No drug testing done. We don't have equipment, and no one knows how to operate it. If we want, we have to send some samples to the city and test them at the police station there. "

"I think it's better to get tested, as soon as possible." Griffith said, "Thank you, we're leaving."

Morgan stepped on the soft and wet soil and lowered his head to drill through the barrier.The only police officer on the scene quickly greeted him: "Good afternoon, detectives. My name is Peter Smith."

Gideon nodded: "Good afternoon, I'm Jason Gideon, and that's Derek Morgan."

Morgan also nodded to Smith: "Good afternoon."

"Okay, the site hasn't been touched, we're keeping it as it is." Smith rubbed his hands together, "We'd better hurry up. It's going to be dangerous up there after the sun goes down."

Morgan looked up and heard Gideon asking Smith some general questions.

The terrain of this mountain is not steep, but it is not simple either. Morgan found three places where he could see the whole thing.If the police found this place, the unknown person would definitely stop at one of these three places.

He will definitely not be willing to part with those corpses, so he will definitely be there and will come back after being found.

"Gideon." Morgan said, pointing to a spot, "I'll go check it out."

"There" refers to a slightly higher hill, which is less noticeable.

Gideon glanced up at the hill and nodded.

Morgan began to climb the mountain.When he got there, he could see Gideon and Smith clearly and completely, as well as the cemetery.

Morgan frowned.

The cemetery is on the hillside, and there is a wooden house.No one, only neat rows of tombstones.

The cemetery, the dumping point, this hill is probably the best observation point. Morgan then looked around to see if there was anything he had missed.

If the unknown person stays here, then this place must belong to his secret base.Well, he might be hiding something here.Now, Morgan has to find out what it is.

None on the ground.Bare twigs and yellow fallen leaves were covered with dirt, and Morgan found a stick and poked around, where there was no place to be buried.The soil here is very thick, and it is impossible to make the soil so hard for hiding things.

Morgan suddenly saw the stick in his hand.

It was the stick he just picked up casually. It was very long and a bit thick, and it was under a tree.There were no fallen leaves covering the stick, as if someone put it there on purpose.

need a stick...

Morgan raised his head slowly.

On the branch, an army green bag hangs there.

Morgan gave the stick a couple of good shakes and smiled.

The young man pushed open the wooden door and closed it again.The old man slept on the rocking chair and was not awakened by the sound of the young man's return.The young man didn't care if it would wake him up.

He crossed the rocking chair and threw the plastic bag in his hand on the wooden bed.The plastic bottle and the wooden board collided violently, making a loud "bang".

The wrinkles between the old man's brows deepened a little.

The young man began to remove the wooden wall panels as if tearing down a house, revealing another small room behind.It's a room, but it doesn't look like it.At least it has no windows, only a simple bed made of hard wood, a room with stale air, and a small incandescent lamp on top.The red wires are exposed, and the simple light bulb is teetering, seemingly ready to break free from the wires at any moment and fall to pieces.

The old man was finally woken up by him.He just changed his posture, and under the wrinkled eyelids, a pair of slit eyes revealed a mean light.

"You bastard!" the old man cursed angrily, "Hush your voice! I'm sleeping! Didn't you see?!"

The young man didn't turn his head back.He picked up the plastic bag on the outer bed and threw it on the inner bed.

There was another loud "bang".

"Oh, you coward! Pervert!" the old man yelled again. "Be quiet! Do you hear that? Hey!"

The young man turned his head abruptly, with a ferocious and ruthless expression.

He was frightened by the curse words on the old man's tongue, and just rolled back into his stomach.

Seeing that he had shut up, the young man turned his head, moved the wall without saying a word, and locked himself in the small room.There was only the old man outside, as if the youth had never appeared.

The author has something to say: It is estimated that there will be one update next week... The author has to prepare for the midterm exam.This exam will be very important, I feel so nervous just thinking about it... I'm sorry everyone (>﹏<)