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"I don't know why it's me every time." I looked at the sheriff, pointed to the drag mark and said, "I went in and looked, and it was another corpse."

"You shouldn't go in alone." Hotch, who was standing next to the sheriff, looked at me disapprovingly. His expression was always serious, and now he looked like my dean in high school.

"At least I can protect myself." I reluctantly hooked the corner of my mouth towards him, and then led them to walk along the trace, saying as I walked, "There is an open space inside, and there are sculptures piled up on it, and the corpses were buried again." Tied to a cross, drained of blood, I can't see any more."

The speed of the big troops going in was much faster than that of me going in alone. Maybe I was too hesitant when I went in just now. After walking for only 5 minutes, we walked to the open space.

The path between the sculptures can be walked by two people. I walked behind the sheriff and Hotch, with the smiling tiger beside me. Reid and Morgan walked behind me, and behind me were the blonde JJ and Elle.

This road is not difficult to walk. After all, there are bloodstains under our feet to guide us. The end of the bloodstains is the sculpture. I have been staring at it for a long time. Although it is still a little uncomfortable at the moment, it is not so fragile that I want to spit it out , the sheriff glanced at it and turned his head compassionately, but Hotch took a step forward, carefully avoiding the bloodstains under his feet, and looked at the corpse.

Bau's people surrounded them, and the rest of the police officers scattered in all directions, only the sheriff was still standing with them.

In this case, I am actually redundant, but I looked at the corpse and felt that something was wrong, and it took me a while to figure out what was wrong.

"He..." I made sure that I was not mistaken, and then I made a sound to attract Hotch's attention. I looked at Hotch and said, "There was no wound on his waist just now, I'm very sure."

H frowned and looked at the corpse for a while, squatted down and looked at it, and then waved to Hotch and the others. I also leaned over cheekily, and saw him pointing to the marks on the ankle of the corpse and saying: "He was hung upside down before he died." got up."

H frowned slightly, and said with a serious expression: "The fatal injury should be the neck."

I looked at the serious-looking hole in his stomach, and at Reid, who gave me a quick glance and explained softly and quickly, "The rest of the wounds didn't bleed much, and neither did the abdominal wounds. There was so much blood that he lost most of his blood before he was stabbed."

After their analysis, I don't think this corpse is so scary anymore, but I suddenly thought of one thing: "The wound on his waist..."

h They ignored me, and circled around the corpse, watching very seriously, but did not do anything, only Reid looked at me a little uneasy, his tone did not sound like comfort, he spoke extremely fast, Lianyin is very powerful: "Since you are sure that you didn't have these wounds just now, then our unsub must still be here just now."

...This really doesn't feel like consolation at all, but rather like intimidation! !

I guessed it when I thought about it, and thought that Reid would comfort me, but in the end, he uttered such a terrible truth!

"But he's definitely not here now." Reid added, clutching the shoulder straps of his leather bag with both hands, he turned his head to look at the corpse.

I looked at him and felt a little reluctant to speak.

h They were still surrounding the corpse, I thought about it, and walked up to the sheriff: "Sheriff, can I go back?"

The sheriff looked at me with an apologetic expression: "I'm sorry miss, I'm afraid I can't do it."

In fact, I didn't have much hope, at least I have to follow them to record a statement. After all, this is a process. I nodded in understanding: "Then can I go to the police station first?"

I always feel a bit panicked here. Although there are many police officers now and the murderer must have left, I feel a little creepy when I think of a pair of eyes staring at me not far away when I was looking at the corpse here just now. , the hairs all over his body were about to stand on end, and he really wanted to leave this place as soon as possible.

The sheriff looked at me for a while, then walked over to Hotch and the others and said a few words. He looked at me and nodded. The sheriff waved to the side, and the fierce young policeman Shawn left. Come over, the sheriff patted him on the shoulder and pointed at me: "Broad, take her back to the police station."

The expression on his face was obviously reluctant, but he immediately agreed: "Yes, Sheriff."

He looked at me with a bit of disgust: "Miss, it's you again."

I shrugged at him, I don't want to keep meeting dead bodies, who knew I would be so unlucky.

He snorted and walked briskly ahead of me, leading me out of the woods.

Vehicles are not allowed to park at random on the campus, even police cars, so we walked through the teaching building and went to the school parking lot. It was almost time for class, and there were more students in the school. When we saw me and a policeman They all felt very surprised when they walked together, and Laura even ran over to ask me what happened.

I looked at the dark circles under her eyes and didn't want to irritate her anymore. She seems to have slept worse than me these two days. She probably will have insomnia for a few days after this incident happened today. I thought about it and still didn't say anything. He just shook his head and left with the policeman.

The police officer was sitting in the driver's seat of the police car, and I sat in the back seat spontaneously, looking at him in the rearview mirror, and he was also looking at me, with an unfriendly expression: "Why is it always you!"

"Unlucky." I shrugged helplessly, seeing his regretful and irritable expression, I couldn't help but say, "Is that why you want to participate in the case? But the case is not very interesting."

"What do you know, this is my ideal." He glared at me viciously from the rearview mirror, "I wanted to be a policeman since I was a child, but I only ended up with theft cases. After finally seeing the big cases, I was caught every time. You messed up."

Well, it's all about the ideal.

I curled my lips and stopped talking. To be honest, the ideal is to handle a lot of big cases. It seems that something is wrong. After all, if you want world peace, shouldn't the fewer cases the better.

He didn't speak anymore, the car was not driving fast, but the sound of stepping on the gas pedal was very loud when it started, obviously he was still suffocating.

I actually can't understand this person, why would he feel excited when a murder happened?It's really very strange.

It's almost working hours now, and there are quite a lot of people in the police station. The police officer on Friday night happened to be sorting his things, and when he looked up, he saw me and smiled kindly at me: "Miss, it's you again."

Shawn simply threw me to the police officer: "She encountered a murder case again today, Bill, come and give her a statement."

The middle-aged police officer pushed his glasses and nodded.