[CM] THE CASE

My heart is a bird of the wild that found the sky in your eyes. —— Tagore

Cell phones are hard to find.There are only small things the size of a palm, and they are inconspicuous wherever they are thrown. Reid called up the surveillance camera and calculated the kidnapper's path. The police officers searched in groups, and finally found the mobile phone in the trash can in the back alley.

Against the stench, Morgan opened the back cover of the phone.

"The SIM card has been removed, and it is likely to be destroyed." He installed the battery, turned it on, and checked, "The system has been formatted. Can you fix it?"

Garcia raised her eyebrows on the other end of the phone: "Of course, baby, who do you think I am?"

"Of course it's the omnipotent Queen Garcia." Morgan held the phone between his head and shoulders, beckoning the policeman to pack the things, "Then I'll send this back to you right away."

"Don't worry," Garcia said confidently, "With me here, there is no system that cannot be recovered. Besides, formatting is not without trace, it just deletes the files. As long as you give me time, I will definitely find these bastards." What are you hiding!"

Morgan frowned, feeling that Garcia was about to go mad with anger: "I trust you, Garcia, relax. They acted in a hurry this time, and Reid and you reacted so quickly, they are unlikely to have a chance to make amends. The scene has been controlled by us gone."

Garcia was silent for a moment. "You know, if I had found out earlier... Reid would have caught up, right?"

The detective rushing over wanted to say something, Morgan raised his hand, beckoning him to wait a while before saying: "Honey, you know it's not your fault. No one will blame you for this, you found the problem, issued a warning in time, for us You have won a great advantage. If you want to struggle with this problem, you might as well think about it, what if you didn’t find it?”

Garcia sighed.Her psychological quality is not the best in the group. Once the task is heavy and the time is tight, any oppressive look from Hotch or Gideon will make her feel uneasy.Under heavy pressure, although the efficiency can be greatly improved, over time, people are still prone to collapse.She knows this best, but the pressure does not ease because of the clarity, on the contrary, it tends to become more serious in the process of repeatedly digging into the horns.

And Morgan is the ball of thread in the maze.

"One more thing, you should also know." Morgan said briskly, "I love you, right?"

"Of course I do, Chocolate." Garcia relaxed.

"That's good, may the Force be with you."

Garcia smiled and hung up the phone.

Morgan turned to the detective: "What's wrong?"

The detective looked embarrassed: "This is actually about the hotel. Their manager wants to talk about it."

At this time, the night was dark, and the guests came back to rest one after another.The police are still investigating and moving around, which inevitably makes the guests uneasy.This uneasiness was reflected in the hotel itself, and the manager ran up.

Morgan felt a growing headache.He is not good at dealing with this kind of people, especially doing Tai Chi with them when handling cases.Sometimes he can't wait to throw the table over the opponent's face.

It's a pity that he is an FBI agent, not some underworld boss.

Rossi, who was standing by, walked over silently: "I'll go with you."

He is an old friend of Hotch and Gideon, a well-known writer, Morgan has great respect for him, but he doesn't believe him - Morgan believes not many people, he is a standard "skeptic" and reserves his attitude towards all clues .He glanced subconsciously at Gideon, who nodded at him.

So Morgan left with Rossi.

Emily shook her head at Hotch - didn't notice.

They searched Griffith all over, but couldn't find any clues. Standing in the living room, Hotch suddenly asked, "Does that seem strange to you?"

Emily was puzzled: "What?"

"His family." Hotch looked around, "Don't you think his family's style is a bit split?"

Griffith does not have any decorations and photos, and the furniture is also practical.He himself knows nothing about design, the large piece of furniture should have been left by the landlord, and the style is fairly uniform, while the plastic cabinet he bought next to the sofa, although the color is similar, still reveals an inexplicable sense of cheapness.However, there was a bottle of dried flowers on the cabinet.The vases are very artistic, the specially treated bouquets have a faint fragrance, and the fruit plate on the coffee table is also exquisite glass products.

"Those two things don't look like Griffith's," Hotch murmured. "There's only one possibility."

sent by others.

"Not only this, but also the hanging on his door." Emily said, "Griffith is only Christmas, and his family has no Christmas atmosphere at all, but there is Santa Claus hanging on the door... Is it from the same person?"

"Not necessarily." Hotch waved his hand, "Mark all of these, and look for them again, there should be more than that. By the way, bring Griffith's computer back to the bureau and let Garcia have a look."

Emily immediately called someone to do it, and when she walked into the bedroom, her footsteps stopped.

After some advice from Hotch, she noticed a detail. Griffith's bookcase faced the bed, and the upper part was open, filled with books, but there was a dedicated space for the clock.There are cabinet doors in the lower part, and there are some old things inside, which are neatly stored in various boxes by Griffith.The clock is finely crafted, with a girl engraved on the left side of the dial.The girl holds a lily in her hand, and the Greek-style dress sets off her graceful figure.

Emily looked at it for a long time, and her eyes suddenly became serious.

The girl is not smelling the lily in her hand.The flower was handed out, and she was giving flowers to another person.

This should be a set of clocks, and another.

A timepiece with such delicate shape would not come cheap, nor could it be bought from IKEA. Emily called Hotch in, pointed to it and expressed her thoughts: "Maybe we can follow the purchase records to check."

Hotch nodded: "Look for Garcia."

When Garcia received this pile of tasks, she looked at JJ absent-mindedly.The blond press officer thanked her colleagues who helped move things, and patted Garcia on the shoulder: "Come on."

"It's not about gas." Garcia said sullenly, "It's too... the purchase record is not so easy to check, I don't even have a bill!"

"Then start with computers?" JJ said, "Isn't this your job?"

"Help me connect the mainframe here." Garcia popped a candy and threw it into his mouth, and said vaguely, "Let me see if there are any Trojan horses or other viruses... Wait, let me have a look at that clock."

JJ hands her the clock wrapped in an evidence bag. Garcia looked at it for a moment, and couldn't help admiring: "It's so beautiful! This handicraft is so beautiful!"

JJ couldn't help it: "Yes, but the purchase record is not easy to check, isn't it?"

"This is not necessarily." Garcia said, "Although the records are hard to check, the creator can. Take a photo of this and upload it to the collector's forum, maybe there will be a clue."

"But you will startle the snake?" JJ frowned.

"Anyway, an expert will definitely understand it at a glance. You can also inquire through personal connections. I remember that Morgan seems to have such an informant? I can call him..."

"No need." JJ took the clock with both hands, and winked at her, "Morgan is not the only one who has an informant."

They finally stopped.

Griffith opened his eyes.Even though he couldn't see anything, opening his eyes still gave him a sense of security.The effect of the medicine faded, but the hunger left him still weak.He heard a sound of metal rubbing, someone came in, confirmed that the ropes on his hands and feet were tied properly, and picked him up again.

Griffith was taken aback.The feeling of being suspended in the air made him subconsciously start to struggle, but the man didn't take this resistance seriously.He leaned into Griffith's ear and gave a soft "shh".

Griffith got goosebumps as the air brushed against his sensitive ears.This kind of action was too intimate, he tilted his head to avoid it, and the man's hand tightened instantly, and then let go quickly.He chuckled softly, and Griffith just felt creepy.

He was placed in a wheelchair with a blanket over his legs to cover the cords on his hands and feet.The man straightened his hair and said in a low voice: "Be good, don't talk, or I will make you speechless forever."

Griffith couldn't hear people or traffic, and knew calling for help wasn't practical in this place.The man's hand rubbed against the side of his face, and the texture of the leather rubbed against the skin, making people shudder.

It turned out that the person who brought him food in the car was the mastermind who kidnapped him!

"Nod, dear." The man's voice was gentle and heavy, "Tell me you will be good."

Griffith hesitated, then nodded.

He heard the sound of cloth rubbing against each other, and immediately after, the wheelchair moved under him.Under the blanket, the bundled hands were clasped together, and the nails scratched the back of the hand, but Griffith didn't feel the pain.In the darkness, he had long lost the concept of time, and doubts piled up in his heart, almost blocking all his thinking.

He seemed to be pushed up a small slope by someone. When the person opened the door, there was a faint fragrance of flowers in the room.

"After so long, I can finally..." His words turned into a faint sigh, "Welcome home."