[CM] THE CASE

Things always come to light. --Germany

Garcia deadpanned, "I know overtime is a bad idea."

"But we all work overtime, Garcia, you know, this is us." Morgan comforted with a smile.Even if he couldn't see it, through the loudspeaker Morgan knew how his baby girl was saying such words with exhaustion and helplessness.

"I know, of course I damn well know - man, I really miss my bathtub. I can't possibly do it if you tell me to just leave work and go back to sleep, but I still have the right to complain Yes, right?" Garcia quickly finished the nonsense, and got into the topic, "Uh, well, I checked the list given by Elle and ruled out a few who are not in the local area. Yes, the list is not short, and then it is your business. I am passing on the details to you."

"Thanks, baby girl. Go back to rest early and take a good bath." Morgan said with concern. "Good night, honey."

"Good night, honey."

The phone hangs up amidst Garcia's gentle farewell.

Morgan put down the phone and turned around.

His single bed was covered with various materials and photos, and he stood beside the bed, frowning, like a king trying to figure out the enemy's marching route.

As Morgan said, they would all choose to work overtime.

"Well, let's see what we can all find."

Morgan decided to start with the victim.

These girls were dressed in the same way after death, indicating that the unknown person had some kind of fantasy, and his fantasy was probably Ann.But Ann's death was an accident, not to mention that Ann's body was not stolen as soon as she was buried. The time difference here indicates that the unknown person may not be in the local area at that time.

The cause of death was a blood clot caused by the air. The short death time indicated that he was very efficient. Moreover, Griffith believed that there was a possibility of being anesthetized, so the unknown person must have had little contact with the victim.He was definitely a loner.

The unknown person hangs their clothes on a tree instead of hiding in the room, probably because there is no private space, he may live with other people.Or he thinks the woods are safer, then he should know the woods well.

Garcia's detailed information has arrived, but there is no fax machine, so Morgan has to turn on the computer to read.

So working overtime was something that all of them expected.

"The unknown person we are looking for is a male, between 1.7 meters and 1.8 meters, and about 25 to 32 years old."

Hotch did the beginning of the profile.

"Necrophiles are usually aloof and withdrawn people who have an obsessive love for inanimate things, like the smell of decay, and don't want to deal with living things. So what we're looking for is a withdrawn person who may deliberately avoid There is a faint smell of decay in a crowded place," Reid said.

"He knows the forest very well, which means he is a local. Maybe he lives with people and doesn't have enough personal space, so he chooses to hang his clothes on the trees." Morgan said.

"According to the toxicology report, there were residual sedatives in the body of the deceased, and the unknown person could come into contact with this type of drug, either it was his drug, or his occupation could be exposed to these." Griffith said.He changed into a suit anyway, and Jareau frowned regretfully the first morning he saw him.It is estimated that she also agrees with Garcia's "a suit ruins a handsome guy".

"We think he has something to do with the disappearance of Ann Collier's body a year ago. If he is going to hide the body, he must need space. That is to say, Ann's body should be found in the forest." Greenaway continued.

Gideon summed it up: "He should have medical training, try to find someone with a medical background."

"That's all, the manuscript released to the public will be sent to you for review later, detective." Hotch nodded to the female detective sitting at the front.

"Okay, that's it." The female police detective closed her note book, turned around and arranged for her subordinates.

Hotch also called the team members.They need to follow up on that list. Morgan turned on the computer and retrieved the data.

Greenaway suddenly remembered something: "Wait a minute, something is wrong."

She raised her head and looked directly at Gideon who was looking at her: "Ann's body is gone, but it was not the grave guard who called the police, but the Colliers who went to sweep the grave. Why didn't he call the police?"

Griffith seemed to think of something too, opened his mouth, but didn't say a word.

Gideon looked up. "Because he knows something. Maybe he didn't do it, but he sure knows something."

"Reid, Griffith, you go visit the gravekeeper," Hotch said immediately.

"Yes, sir."

This time they drove by. Griffith didn't have a driver's license, so Reid had to come. Reid doesn't seem to like driving much, but the skills are still good.It's just that he was a little nervous.

"You'd better take a driver's license test," Reid suggested, "otherwise it will be troublesome for you to go out in the future."

"But I don't have time." Griffith smiled wryly. "Not when I was a forensic doctor, and I don't think I have any more now."

Reid thought about it carefully and thought that what Griffith said made sense, so he stopped persuading Griffith to take a driver's license.

Soon they came to the cemetery and a wooden house. Griffith looked around curiously, then asked Reid, "Did you build this house yourself?"

"Maybe." Reid also followed Griffith around, pointing to the exposed section and said to Griffith, "That pattern is left by a saw, it should be wood from the forest."

After they finished talking, they felt that it seemed a little impolite to discuss other people's houses like this. Fortunately, the master didn't notice them. Griffith stepped forward and knocked on the door three times.After 2 minutes of no response, Griffith knocked again.This time there was finally movement.The door was jerked open from inside, and Griffith's hand hadn't been retracted, it was raised in the air stupidly.

The hunchbacked old man opened his cloudy eyes and asked sharply, "What's the matter, boys?"

"Hello, is this Mr. Wilson?" Griffith tried hard to maintain his smile, and took out his ID card. "We are the FBI. I am Agent Foster Griffith, and this is Dr. Spencer Reid."

The old man—that is, Willson—squinted his eyes, as if he had a bad eye.He looked very unhappy, with wrinkles pulling his face in a perpetually mean and disaffected look. Griffith thought, "It's a good thing Gideon doesn't look as aggressive as this one."

"Okay, FBI?" said the old man coldly. "Come in, boy. Do you have any questions?"

"Uh, yes," Griffith said, "we... we want to ask about the AnnCollier case."

"Who?" The old man had to put his ear to Griffith.

"AnnCollier!" Griffith had to say the name aloud.

"I can hear you, don't shout!" The old man gave him a hard look. "Ann Collier, I know her, that poor girl. I drank too much that night, and I didn't pay attention, and she was just lost."

"But the people who came to investigate didn't find the bottle at your house," Reid said, "and that's not what you told the police."

"Really?" The old man narrowed his eyes again.His eyes first stayed on Reid's gun, and then he showed a contemptuous smile: "That's why I remembered wrongly. For God's sake, I'm old and my memory is not good enough."

"You know, Mr. Wilson, there is a penalty for obstructing the federal investigation." Reid said seriously.

"I don't know anything." The old man seemed impatient, or he had never been impatient, "I don't think I will be lectured by a doctor who can't even carry a gun."

Griffith and Reid thought at the same time: "This old man is really annoying."

They were not surprised at all when they were kicked out by that annoying old man. Griffith began to wonder what Hotch had sent the two of them here for - probably to exercise, and, probably, he hadn't expected the old man to be such a bother.

Griffith stood facing the wooden door that almost slapped him in the face for a while, deeply understanding what it meant to be "touched in the face".He turned to ask Reid what to do but couldn't find anyone.

He stepped off the porch to find Reid standing at the back of the house.

"What's wrong, Reid?" Griffith noticed his thoughtful expression.

"The length is wrong," Reid replied curtly.

"……what?"

"Length." Reid repeated, this time in a softer voice.He stretched out his hands and gestured, his face suddenly changed. Griffith couldn't tell what that expression was, it seemed to be suddenly enlightened, and it seemed to be in a fog.

"I need to look at that list again, in full," Reid said.

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