i think my neighbor is gay

Morgan and he went to the farm, as if they were going to the woods to see if there were any clues. After all, there are very few clues that can be found now. H was still in the meeting room, saw us go in and raised his head: "How is it?"

Reid spoke quickly: "Her husband seems a little strange, but he has disappeared, so it can't be used as a clue...What did Garcia find?"

"Franco Farm has more than 100 employees, and there are countless tenants on the farm. There are about... more than 2000 people every year. This is a conservative estimate. Some of them use cash transactions directly, and we can't find out the source." Garcia's The voice came from the computer, "I need you to narrow the scope for me."

"Garcia, look up the tenants who have rented it many times and the long-term residents there." Hotch said, and Reid also leaned over: "Garcia, look up the information of the previous farmer."

"Okay...?" Garcia said happily with a burst of keyboard sounds, "The owner of the farm is Bobbyfrank. After graduating from college, he took over the farm from his parents. He married Judy Walker in the second year, gave birth to a son in the same year, and then opened the farm. There seems to be nothing unusual about my own farm."

"Where are his parents?" Reid asked, and Garcia replied after typing on the keyboard for a while: "He died in a car accident seven years ago."

I'm at a loss, now it seems that we have no other clues except Mrs. Frank, Garcia's voice continues to come from the computer: "Hotch, there are more than 1000 people who meet your criteria-in fact they are This farm is highly rated, and there are quite a few people who will go there for the second and third time, and there are quite a few people who go there every year, so I need to further narrow down the scope.”

H pursed his lips and frowned slightly: "I see, thank you, Garcia."

Then cut the video.

Got nothing.

Both Reid and Hotch frowned, and from their expressions, I knew it wasn't just me who had no clue, they were probably similar as well.

All we can do now is probably to wait for the news from them who went to the farm to search—or that Dr. An has identified all those bones. Results may not be so fast.

This is the first time for me to fully participate in a case, and I don't know how they handled it before, but according to the experience gained from watching TV, the forensic examination results should be the first step in solving the case.

And according to normal logic, the victim's wound reflects the unsub's way of committing the crime, which is indeed very important.

Fortunately, this stalemate didn't last long, and Morgan called from the farm, and he said bluntly, "Hotch, there's something here that you should come and see."

H glanced at us, put away the computer, and said to us, "Let's go."

It's better to have a clue than to have no clue at all, at least I think so.

It wasn't that the police had never searched the woods, but their focus was all on the fish pond, and they didn't search deeply. Morgan used to search the woods, so it's not surprising that he was able to go deep into the woods.

There were still a lot of reporters on the farm, and it seemed that there were even more reporters than just now. We didn’t stop at the farm after we got off the bus, but we bypassed the reporters and went to the woods. A police officer in local uniform was waiting for us at the edge of the woods, with We arrived at morgan's place.

It has also been surrounded by a yellow cordon. There are some police dogs inside, and many police officers are walking around and squatting. I can't see what he is doing. I didn't see his hand until he turned around. He was wearing a pair of white gloves and was holding a piece of clothing in his hand.

——A piece of scorched clothes, the material looks very good, Reid and Hotch also put on gloves, only I stood there blankly, it is impossible for me to remember to bring this kind of thing with me in advance.

H took the hem of the clothes first, and looked at it repeatedly. Reid took a step forward first, then looked back at me, took out another pair of gloves from the bag, and handed them to me without saying anything.

I quickly put it on, but I didn't get close to the hotch anymore. After all, there would be one corner like this on the ground, and there would be another one.

Now I finally know why the area of ​​the cordon here is so large. At least 1000 square meters of the surrounding area have been searched. The police dogs have indeed found a lot of clothing fragments from the ground, some of which have been burnt. Only the fibers remained, but there was also some material that did not burn so easily and was buried in the ground in large chunks.

I picked up a half-burnt belt from the ground, the leather is not easy to burn, but to bury it hastily when there is so much left is obviously unsub's carelessness.

Maybe this time the unsub is very flippantly complacent?

I haven't studied criminal psychology systematically, so I can only guess according to my own thinking. Morgan walked up to me and fiddled with the belt in my hand: "What do you see?"

"Unsub is a cruel person. He should not have a big plan in doing things, and he is rash and easy to be complacent." I said everything I thought just now, and Morgan pulled the belt from my hand and touched it in his hand. Mo: "What else? What did you see about the victim?"

"Hmm..." I frowned and thought for a while before answering, "They were all thrown into the water after being killed instead of drowning."

"You're right, but you still missed a lot of things." Morgan pointed to the scorched area of ​​the belt in his hand and said, "This is artificial leather, obviously the victim's status is not particularly high, and the one they saw... "

He pointed to Hotch, and continued: "The fabric is very good, it should be an expensive windbreaker, which means that the victim's family is in a good family."

I nodded suddenly, these are not difficult, but I can't think of such a comprehensive place, and he analyzed the possible social status and gender of the victim based on the fragmented materials here, which taught me a lot.

"Then if the blood remains here, can the DNA be extracted?" I asked, Morgan put the belt into the evidence bag and sealed it, shaking his head, before he could speak, Reid, who was walking towards this side, couldn't bear it. I couldn't help opening my mouth: "In fact, after the blood is dried and wrapped in a clean container, without exposure to the sun, it can only be stored in a natural environment for 1-2 months. No matter how long it takes, DNA cannot be extracted from it."

I nodded and winked at Reid: "So that's the case."

Reid didn't seem to be looking for me. After answering my question, he turned to Morgan: "The target of unsub seems to be changing all the time. It's strange that he doesn't have a preference."

There was a faint barking of a police dog in the distance, as if I had discovered something, I followed Reid and Morgan to a deeper part of the woods - this woods is not small, it took us nearly half of the time to walk here from the entrance Hours of time, if you don't know the direction, the possibility of being found here is not great.

Even if it weren't for this large-scale search, it might take a long time for people to discover this place, and ordinary people might not pay attention to the discarded clothing fragments under the layers of rotten leaves.

I am even more sure that this unsub is very confident, he may not be afraid of these criminal evidences being discovered at all.

This may also explain why he did not even bury other evidence.