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Dr. An gave up after flipping through a few files. She put down the materials in her hand—I glanced at it, and the one in her hand was the autopsy report—and stood up: "I think I can find out from the victim's body." There may be other information about their bodies."

Glancing at her, he took off his glasses and smiled at her: "Let Officer Booth accompany you."

The FBI agent who was named also put down the documents in his hand, stood up without any doubt, and went out with the female doctor.

I looked at the report in my hand and thought it was very detailed, but it may be that forensic anthropologists and ordinary people like me see things differently.

However, no matter how detailed the information is, this kind of unsolved case cannot be solved by someone like me who has not yet started. After reading a few copies, I gave up. The deadly parts are different, and I don't see anything weird about them at all. The photos of the scene are different, but the difference makes it even harder for me to connect them.

If it is a serial killer, according to the theory that Hotch and the others said before, the modus operandi should be similar, just like the Becher before, but now, I really have no way to see any connection from these cases.

Reid's reading speed is very fast. When I only finished reading three or four copies, he had already read all of them. He smiled at me, raised his eyebrows naturally, and said, "Let's go and see the recent dead body, maybe something will be found."

I glanced at the bau people who were still looking at the information, and felt that I was so useless that I couldn't even read such a little thing, and at the same time couldn't help agreeing to Reid's proposal.

Some homicide cases are easy to solve, while others require a lot of manpower and material resources. There are also several cases that have not been closed this year. The police took us to the corpse storage room, where a forensic doctor in a white coat was taking a corpse out of the freezer.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Reid stopped him, and the cold air overflowed from the freezer he pulled out. The forensic doctor was about 50 or [-] years old, and his hair was already a little gray. He put one hand on the freezer Looking over, "Dr. An is in the forensic laboratory. I think there are a few corpses that are somewhat similar."

He sighed, and looked at the corpse that was pulled out: "They were all broken bones by force, and finally the bones pierced into the vital parts and died. No relatives came to claim the corpses, and because the case has not been closed, their corpses are still in the public domain. Set it here."

"Can I take a look?" Reid frowned and asked, the forensic doctor moved the body from the freezer to the white table, turned around and looked at the label on the outside of the freezer, and pulled out another freezer: "Of course , these are for you - can you help me push these to the forensic lab?"

Of course Reid would not refuse. I, who has been acting as an invisible man, pushed away the second table and walked out of the storage room with Reid. The forensic doctor behind me looked at the label and picked the corpse. I looked at the pale man who was still exuding air-conditioning Turning around to ask Reid: "What is the difference between these...? I read the report just now, and they died in different ways."

Although it was true that the bone was broken, the autopsy report just now stated that the severity of the wound seems to be different.

"Strength is hard to change, so it's not the same person who caused the wound," Reid said as he walked, "It should be a gang of two people."

"Why didn't they commit the crime independently?" I didn't quite understand why he came to such a conclusion, Reid pushed the corpse and turned a corner, looked at me from time to time, and explained to me: "Even if they didn't commit the crime together, they must be related Although there are many cases of broken bones in angry killings, the possibility of breaking limbs is not high-of course, their fatal injuries may be different, but the crime pattern formed by serial killers is not the same. It's not just the same fatal injury, but a type, such as drowning, such as this kind of massacre."

I nodded in a taught way. After such a long series of words, the forensic laboratory also arrived. I was the first to open the door and enter. The FBI agent's face was a little ugly. To be honest, I also felt a little churning in my stomach.

Reid, who looked quite weak, didn't change his face at the moment. He pushed the two corpses on our side to the side of An, and then put on gloves on his hands while leaning over to look curiously, and he also talked to An Let's talk about the human body.

I really don't want to hear this kind of thing, even if it comes from Reid's mouth, it makes me feel uncomfortable, so I just pulled the equally uncomfortable booth agent out: "Let's go and push the rest of the corpses over here .”

He looked inside, hesitated for a while before agreeing... I really don't know why he hesitated, he obviously didn't want to hear what they said, why did he stand inside and force himself to listen.

By the time we brought in two more corpses, the discussion in the studio had come to an end. Reid was touching the back of a victim's head—he was about to press that person's head into his arms, and I stood There was almost a cardiac arrest at the door.

He raised his head to look at the door, and seemed to call me a little happily: "Come here and help me lift his head up."

I'm... really a little...

I took a deep breath, pushed the corpse to a position parallel to the other tables, struggled for a few seconds, and walked over to help him hold the head.

The head feels a little heavy in the hand, even through the gloves, I can still feel the cold temperature from the freezer - and because it has been in contact with the air for a while, a layer has begun to precipitate on the back of the neck of the corpse The drops of water make me feel like my stomach is dropping.

Reid stood on the other side of the table, touched the back of the corpse carefully, then motioned for me to put the corpse down, turned and looked at An: "There is indeed a lump, but there is no wound... It is written in the autopsy report that the corpse here Four had lumps in the back of the head and three did not."

"That's right." An put down the corpse in her hand, walked to another corpse and touched it, "The wound on the back of the head does not match the wound on their limbs. The wound on the limbs is relatively light, and it can even be said to be A little weak, such a person can't knock out such a serious injury in the back of the head."

"But the wound was cut very steadily, without hesitation," Reid checked the wound on the limbs of the corpse in front of him, "If you have enough strength, it can't be so shallow. This may be a woman."

"It is not ruled out that couples commit crimes." An said.

Reid didn't stay in the studio for too long, and I didn't plan to stay here. Although their dialogue made me feel quite admirable, I really don't like standing with corpses.

As soon as he walked out of the forensic studio, he called Hotch and the others: "Hotch, there are at least three people in unsub, they may have separated, but not all of them scattered-maybe just the leader left, so the frequency of crimes suddenly dropped gone."

I couldn't hear what hotch said, but I heard reid continue after a while: "That's why they switched from low-risk group to high-risk group and left the leader. They don't have the courage and ability to chase those people. low-risk population."

Then hotch obviously said a long series of words to him, and he agreed after a while: "Okay, I and I will go now."

He turned in one direction and walked towards the entrance of the police station. His legs were long, and my short legs couldn't keep up. I could only follow him at a walking pace. He told me the reason when he got in the car: "They looked at the surveillance video on the side of the road and found a few suspicious people. Let us talk to one of them."

I don't really need his explanation, but it made me feel very comfortable when he explained it to me. I sat relaxed on the co-pilot and looked out the window, only to see Dr. An trotting out of it, He opened the door of the back seat and sat in unceremoniously: "Hey, where are you going? I'm going too."

Detective H stood at the door of the car, looking like she had nothing to say about her waywardness. An stretched his head over the back of the seat and smiled at us: "I can help you!"

"Bones, I have your gun." Booth threatened so feebly, looking downright pathetic.

I turned around and looked at the booth at the door: "Get in the car, let's go together."

Then I saw An in the rearview mirror showing a provocative smile to the booth, these two people are really interesting.

The person we are looking for is an ordinary old apartment in a less prosperous part of the city. It looks a bit old, and you can feel the dilapidation inside when you stand downstairs. The corridor on the third floor is a bit narrow. When the booth When I knocked on the door in the past, I could hear the sound of something being kicked inside.

After a while, someone came out to open the door. The man had messy hair, wrinkled T-shirt and trousers, a beard on his face, hunched back shyly, and opened the door a crack to look at us. The anti-theft chain was tightly stretched: "What's the matter?"

Although H seems to have been deflated in front of An, he is still very masculine now-of course, he is the only one among the four of us who can count on him. Neither An nor I have an FBI ID, and Reid, At first glance, he is an academic, and has no deterrent effect at all.

"We are fbi, open the door." Booth unfolded his ID card, and his voice sounded quite serious. The man slammed the door, and after a while he opened the door slowly, with a flattering tone: "Officer, what are you doing?" Will you come? I didn't do anything illegal."

As he spoke, he ushered us in.