[CM] THE CASE

Religion enables man to do so much evil and harm. — Lucretius

Emily sat by the window, the more she thought about it, the more something went wrong.

"Why didn't Gideon let Griffith see the autopsy report?" she thought, "Griffith is a forensic doctor, he is more professional than any of us, why not let him see it?"

Her eyes lingered on the unreal figure of Griffith on the window.

Because it was late at night, although there was still an hour to land, most people still chose to hurry up to catch up on sleep, and Griffith was no exception.He had loosened his tie, covered himself with a suit jacket, and slept uncomfortably with his head on one side.

His hair is a bit long, probably because he hasn't taken care of it for a long time, and a small strand falls on his low nose bridge, which looks very cute.

Emily thought about it and felt that Griffith had a secret.She didn't know what it was, because everyone in the BAU seemed to know it except her.

That said, they don't trust her yet.

Emily sighed and decided to get some sleep too.But before she could close her eyes, she noticed that the reflection on the window moved.

It turned out that Reid, who was sitting next to Griffith, hadn't slept.

He pulled up Griffith's slipped jacket, and flicked his head gently against his shoulder.

Reid was much taller than Griffith, and in order to make him sleep more comfortably, the 1.8-meter-five boy huddled into a ball aggrievedly.

He was still wearing glasses, obviously not ready to sleep.When he opened the bible to study the murderer's message, he seemed to see something out of the corner of his eye.

With one shoulder pinned down, Reid had to use the other hand to carefully brush out the lock of hair.He did it stiffly and comically, but miraculously made no sound.

And Griffith slept soundly, knowing nothing.

Emily blinked.

"Well, I don't know what Griffith's secret is," she thought helplessly, "but I know Reid's secret."

Thank God the FBI never paid attention to the personal privacy of agents, including their sexuality.

The investigation did not officially begin until the next morning.

Gideon took Reid and Morgan to the scene.Before setting off, Morgan teased that he hadn't acted with Reid for too long, and the little doctor looked at him with blank eyes.

"Are you going to miss Griffith, huh?" Morgan hooked Reid's neck, forcing him down.

Reid kept patting his arm: "Let's go, let's go!"

Gideon happened to drive over and gave Morgan a dissatisfied look. Morgan pulled back immediately, freeing Reid's poor neck.

Reid tidied up his collar that was messed up by Morgan, opened the car door and jumped into the back seat. Morgan sat in the passenger seat, and Reid was alone in the back.

He couldn't help but think of the person who leaned on him last night.

Griffith was embarrassed when he woke up, and even though Reid said "it's okay" many times, he was still full of guilt, especially when he saw Reid secretly moving his numb shoulder.

Reid thought gloomily: "Maybe Griffith won't want to sit with me in the future?"

What a disappointing result.

Even more disappointing is the clean crime scene.

The detective greeted the FBI specialist with a sad face.

The word "clean" didn't quite fit the scene. The blood stains in Datan Datan were an ominous dark red, the glass vase was broken, and beautiful flowers fell beside the pool of blood, as if mourning the injustice of the deceased.

The frightening thing is that this hellish scene was so clean that not even half a footprint was left.

Gideon stared at the Bible on the bed, looking very ugly.

"Are you okay?" Reid asked.

Gideon looked back: "What?"

"You don't look happy."

Gideon shook his head. "I'm not happy. I'm just tired of them using religion to justify their own misery."

The police detective managed to record a long series of words that Reid said before, and finally had time to ask questions: "You said these killers have a mission?"

Reid immediately explained: "These murderers (unsubs) believe they are on a mission from God, or that the Bible is guiding them."

The detective almost doubted his ears: "Murderer (unsubs)?"

"Uh... it's used to express uncertain objects, those killers... form a team."

The detective said sarcastically: "It seems to me that there is only one person on the mission."

Gideon walked to the bathroom where Mrs. Kyle had been killed.

"It's usually more complicated than that. In the case of Dick Hickock and Perry Smith, Perry was in the role of subordinate. Basically, he could almost single-handedly slaughter the entire family except for entering the messy home."

There were still people taking evidence in the bathroom, but as in the bedroom, the forensic officer sighed and got nothing.

The detective snorted indifferently.

Gideon walked back to the bedroom.He looked at the blood belonging to Mr. Kyle on the ground and asked a question: "How many times was Mr. Kyle stabbed?"

"Actually, it's not a stab wound." The forensic doctor explained to the beautiful black-haired female detective. "These are long and deep wounds, and every victim has the same wound. Compared with 'stabbing', this method More like 'cut'."

Emily made a note while nodding.

"A cut at the throat, a vertical cut on the arm from wrist to elbow, and a vertical cut on the leg from crotch to upper thigh."

Emily lifted the veil: "Aorta."

The forensic doctor nodded: "It's really fucking efficient."

"How much knowledge of anatomy is required to do this?"

"Basically understand the structure of the human body."

"Which wound came first?"

"Well... basically cut at the same time, as long as there is any wound, the victim will lose blood quickly, almost like a slaughtered animal... wait, it is a slaughtered animal!" The forensic doctor suddenly became excited, "like Deer, cattle, sheep...the throats are cut first, and sometimes the arteries are cut open to let the blood out!"

This is an important clue!

Emily also became excited: "So you're a butcher?"

"There are also farmers! But..." the forensic doctor smiled wryly, "There are many such people in the suburbs of Georgia."

Emily was a little disappointed.

She lowered her eyes and scratched the word "farmer" vigorously on the notebook.

"Why them?" Hotch held up the photo.

Holding the 911 call log, Griffith reads: "'They have too much...' because of greed? They do have a nice house."

"But it can't be seen from the outside." Hotch shook the photo in his hand.

Just when JJ came back from taking notes, the person in charge also came to explain the situation to Hotch: "I went back to all the unsolved cases in the past two years, and there was no similar method."

"No cases involving knives?" Hotch asked.

"There are many, but they are all the same type of crime, such as bar riots and robberies."

"It can't be their first crime." Griffith put down the call log. "One of them must have experience."

Hotch gave JJ a cryptic look.

JJ tacitly asked: "If possible, can I have a look at your case files?"

The person in charge moved his lips slightly, and JJ immediately added: "I'm curious."

The person in charge smiled: "Nothing."

JJ bowed his head and chuckled.When she raised her head again, her temperament changed subtly—she changed from the capable elite to a charming woman.

She tilted her head with pure and innocent eyes: "Help me, okay? These people never let me do other things, but I flew all the way here...so..."

Those blue eyes blinked like elegant butterflies flapping their wings.

The person in charge let go: "I'll take you to the reference room."

Before leaving, JJ glanced back at Hotch triumphantly, and their boss nodded in praise.

Griffith, who sat between the two of them, was dumbfounded.

Hotch tapped the file in front of him lightly: "Look at this, don't be dazed."

Only then did Griffith come back to his senses, and quickly opened the file: "Oh...okay."

That's the autopsy report.

Hotch sat next to him: "Originally Gideon wanted to supervise in person, but time was tight and I had to replace him. Don't worry, if the situation is not right, I will stop immediately."

Griffith smiled: "No problem, there is not too much torture this time, their death time is very short, I may not feel it."

"That's best, we need some expert advice."

Griffith skimmed through the report, and as he said, nothing happened this time.

He took out two photos and put them on the table: "Look, there is no bruise on the victim's knee, which means that the victim was standing when the throat was cut. Then, we can deduce the murderer's height through the angle of the wound at the throat. This Not in the report."

"Can you do it?"

"Yes." Griffith replied decisively, "But I want to see the body with my own eyes."

Hotch patted him on the shoulder: "As you wish."