i think my neighbor is gay

They sorted it out until the evening, and I even bought dinner for them. I bought some hamburgers next to the police station and took them home to eat casually.

It was around nine o'clock that I finished the preliminary arrangement. I put the list I had just drawn in my pocket, and I didn't ask about the result. I took the remaining copies and followed Reid and Morgan. I went to the security guard of our building. They know the residents of the whole building much better than me.

Morgan took out his FBI work card, stuck it on the glass window of the security room downstairs, knocked on the glass window with the other hand, and Reid and I stood behind him, watching the five security guards sitting inside from inside run out.

"What's the matter?" The security manager on duty tonight asked, Morgan didn't talk nonsense to him, and gave him the list directly, and said straight to the point: "Look at the changes in the residents on the list. Circle it."

The security manager turned around with this thing and looked with the rest of the security guards. Maybe we were too conspicuous standing here. A man who came in from the outside stopped beside us and asked, "What help do you need?" ?"

I turned my head and took a look. He was dressed like a social elite, and he was holding a bag in his hand. He may have come back from overtime. I think he looks familiar, but I can’t call his name. Maybe I haven’t met many people. time.

He looked at me a little strangely, but I didn't know where the strangeness was. I shook my head: "No, thank you."

He smiled at me and took the elevator up.

I watched the elevator door close, but still didn't find anything wrong with him. At this moment, a young security guard slapped his head and remembered: "Hey, we have a list of new arrivals here."

He ran into the security room and looked through it, and came out with a stack of papers. Reid took it and glanced at each of them spontaneously. The security manager stood aside and explained: "The location is good, and the rent is quite high, so many people are here. We have rented out the house, long-term and short-term, and we will strictly record it at the beginning, and later for convenience, we will use this record, and it is easier to replace.”

Reid frowned and looked at it for a while, then pulled out a few sheets of paper and handed them to me: "See if anyone looks familiar, I haven't seen that unsub."

He eliminated people who didn't match gender and age, and gave me men between the ages of twenty and thirty-five.

I looked at it carefully, but I still couldn’t recognize it. I’m a little face-blind. It takes me many times to see a person before I can get a good impression. In addition, the unsub was wearing a mask last night, so I didn’t Seeing his full face, but these tenants are quite similar to the names I circled just now, it seems that I still have a bit of talent in this area.

But the list I circled myself has no evidence, and it's not easy for me to show it at this time.

Reid wasn't too disappointed, and went to the side to call their almighty technical support: "Hey, Garcia, I need you to check a few people for me..."

He read the names of those people in his hand, and then slowly frowned when he heard the other party's answer: "Okay, thank you, Garcia."

He looked at Morgan and took out a few pieces of paper: "These people don't use their real names, so we can't find them."

The security manager's expression was a little worried, and he probably didn't expect such a thing to happen, but I looked at their form, and there was only the most basic information and a photo on it, and it's normal for someone to forge it. After the incident is over, I have to complain. I spend a lot of money on security every year, and I didn't let them get away with it like this.

I didn't expect the young man just now to be one of them. He lives on the 18th floor and his name is Davidbert.

There is nothing good to do next. Morgan took the two of us to visit the homes of the suspects one by one. Although there were only seven of them, it was already twelve o'clock when we walked around. Ren is the only good thing we met tonight. He has a decent conversation and can talk to Reid. Later, he even invited us to sit at his house for a while before leaving.

One night wasted, everyone was very honest and innocent, let alone me, morgan and reid didn't see anything wrong.

When I got back to Reid's house, I was almost paralyzed on the bed. After washing with my last strength, I fell asleep within half a minute.

Woke up at seven o'clock the next morning, the smell of baking bread wafted from the living room outside the bedroom, I hurriedly washed up and went out to see, Reid was grabbing the bread that had just popped out of the toaster with his hands, holding half of the bread in his mouth. A piece of bread, when it is scalded, it will quickly withdraw its hand.

I quickly took out the plate from the cabinet, and drove Reid aside: "Dear Dr. Reid, I'll do this kind of thing, you can go to the table, I'll pour you a glass of milk later."

"I want a cup of coffee." He answered quickly, I put the bread on the plate, took a piece in my mouth, handed the other to him, and turned around to make coffee for him.

As soon as the coffee was made, he received a call asking him to go to the police station, and I shamelessly followed.

It was only when they arrived at the police station that they found out that it was the cases they selected last night. After another screening, they finally came to a more reliable conclusion-a total of twelve cases were related to the two mummy cases this time.

I'm pretty sure the guy I met was no older than 30, if he did all the 12 crimes, how young did he start committing crimes?Simply terrible! !

Maybe it got my unbelievable expression, Reid also frowned and repeated Hotch's words: "12 cases?"

"Eleven of them are from more than ten years ago, and one is from a year ago." Hotch handed a copy to Reid. He looked at me who came uninvited, but still didn't say anything. In other words, it is the default of my existence.

I silently moved a chair and sat next to the conference table and listened to their analysis. These people are really powerful and hardworking. Although my own IQ is not high enough, I always yearn for and respect people like them.

"The method of the case a year ago was still very unfamiliar, and the handling of the traces was not as perfect as it is now, but the police could not find any more evidence at that time, and no similar cases happened later, so they did not report to us." jj She also had a copy in her hand, and she seemed to have done her homework before. She said briefly, and then talked about several cases more than ten years ago, "The previous 11 cases did not happen in one state, logically speaking It was supposed to be taken over by the bau, but none of the states reported it to us."

I sat next to Reid and watched him open the case many years ago. The bloody photos on it made me look away subconsciously, and I turned back after a while. At this moment, Reid was already frowning. That's a lot of pages.

I only had time to read the pictures on each page, and he had already read the text, so fast, he quickly finished reading this pile of materials, frowning and put them on the table. I don't have the courage to read the detailed introduction of the text, otherwise I don't think I will be able to eat today.

"Including the total of [-] victims this time, unsub has no preference, and the method of committing the crime is a bit different." Hotch looked at the bau team members and said.

"They may be father and son or uncles and nephews. It should be the relationship between teaching and being taught..." Reid turned out one of the pictures, pointed to the somewhat blurred wounds on it and said, "Their wounds are like sculptures, and the techniques are completely different." The same, some are very crisp, some are crooked, and look like a novice who has just started to wield a knife."

He flipped through the files again, and these files were arranged in chronological order, that is, the later the later: "This one is much better, and by the time of the last one, our photos can no longer be seen. There's a clear distinction."

"This process took three years." Morgan looked at the file in his hand and said, "The leader seems to regard this as an art rather than killing... and now our unsub does not use this method to torture the victim. "

"It means that unsub doesn't like that leader." He answered, then cocked his mouth and showed a handsome smile belonging to an uncle, "It's about time we released the profile."