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When we ran from the second floor to the downstairs, there were already some people around the door of the toilet. Seeing us passing by, the police officers quickly moved to make way for us.

I walked in behind Reid, and the police officers outside held flashlights in their hands and focused the light on the mirror in the toilet.

A few lines were written on it in red, and Morgan read it: "Son of Iapetus, noble king, my dear friend, how unfairly you divided the sacrifices... Genius, What is this?"

Reid frowned and raised his head slightly to give us science. In the light coming in from outside, I can clearly see a little smug expression on his face: "This is what Zeus said to Prometheus in Greek mythology, Prometheus He deceived Zeus with sacrifices. The father of Iapetus Prometheus, born of the earth mother Gaia and Uranus, is a descendant of the ancient gods exiled by Zeus."

"So he was talking about Prometheus." Morgan seemed to have learned to quickly find the information he wanted from Reid's long speech. He touched the red paint on the mirror with gloves on, and then pinched his fingers , Put it in front of your nose and smell it, "It's lipstick."

When I saw the bright red color, I thought it was blood. Hearing what Morgan said, I breathed a sigh of relief.

"How could unsub start writing such words, he didn't leave us any message before." Reid frowned and looked at the words on the mirror, as if he couldn't understand it.

"He has become more confident and no longer feels guilty, which is a very bad sign." Morgan said looking in the mirror, and Elle added beside him: "And his methods are very cruel, it seems that he has completed from The transformation of ordinary people into serial killers."

I think our coming here is equivalent to witnessing the birth of a killer, which makes me feel a little uncomfortable. It is only a month since he accidentally burned the house at the beginning and started killing people now. He accepts that he has become a killer. A murderer is really fast.

It's horrible.

When we returned to the police station, the photos of the victim's body and the mirror had been placed on the table in the reception room, and there was a glass plate for us to write on.

Reid posted the photo on the glass, and jj called me to buy coffee together, and Elle went with him, Elle looked at the yawning police officers around, turned her head and said to us: "They look like I have never encountered such a case in this life, and I have been going to bed early and getting up early, this is probably the first time they have to stay up late."

JJ shrugged, went to the vending machine inside the police station to buy a few cans of coffee, looked at me and asked, "You rarely stay up late, do you?"

"No, I used to go to the game hall every day to play all night." I took a few cans of coffee, the coffee that just fell out of the machine was still a little hot, I carried the coffee and they walked back to the reception room, went back Those photos had already been pasted on the glass board, and Reid stood in front of the board with a pen and stared at the photo with words.

We distributed a can of coffee to each of them, and then found a seat to sit down. Reid pointed at the photo and frowned and turned to look at us: "You see the g written by unsub, the second half is very neat, there is nothing A hesitant pause, when he wrote these, he obviously didn't have any hesitation or entanglement about being a murderer."

"I still don't understand why it's Prometheus." I propped my chin and looked at the eloquent Reid, and asked inexplicably, "Generally speaking, murderers choose to set fire because fire can satisfy their desire for control, but this It doesn't mean that we are facing Burning Man this time."

"This is also what we find strange." He agreed with me aloud, and he habitually raised the corners of his mouth and looked at me, "It is not an easy task to burn two adults to death. I really want to know what unsub is How to do it, after all, it needs to put people on the fire for a long time, and it takes a lot of time and energy."

Morgan frowned and said, "Prometheus is best known for bringing fire to the world, so Unsub thinks he is the embodiment of fire?"

"So our unsub may be a fantasy killer." Hotch said with a straight face, and Elle opened the coffee and took a sip and said, "But it still can't explain why unsub has so much energy to burn the victim to death."

A bold idea appeared in my mind, which was very outrageous, but the more I thought about it, the more I felt that this was the case. I licked my lips and asked, "What if... unsub is a superhuman?"

"But it's unscientific." Reid was the first to express his objection with a frown, I looked at him and said, "I'm just unscientific, dear doctor, he probably just awakened his abilities, so he was very panicked at first, Also can't control his abilities, and now he is familiar with his abilities, he starts to feel that he has become a superman, even the king of the world, he can do anything, which also proves why he can burn to death victim."

"This is indeed in line with the profile, but we need more evidence." Everyone was silent for a while, narrowing their eyes and smiling slightly.

Reid looked at me, frowning with a strange expression, as if he suddenly realized that my existence violated his scientific principles, with a tangled face, it looked really cute and fried.

Morgan laughed a few times beside him: "Hahaha, if this is the case, this is the first time we have received a case about a supernatural person."

Later, we discussed for a long time about this unsub profile scientifically. I wiped out three bottles of coffee by myself. I couldn’t even turn my mind when it was daylight, but the oldest one here seems to be mentally still. Yes, the rest of the people are also quite energetic.

Fortunately, we had almost discussed a more complete profile in one night, and asked the sheriff for a long time about the residents here, which was enough to narrow down the scope of our search again.

When I was so sleepy that I finally let us go back for a nap, he and morgan followed the sheriff who had slept for three hours to talk to some teenagers in town who fit the profile, and there was this very popular sheriff Longer, our conversation will obviously be a lot easier.

I slept in that hotel for more than an hour and couldn't help getting up. I was thinking about the case all the time. I fell asleep just now because I was too tired. After a little recovery, I couldn't sleep well. When I arrived Only then did the police discover that all the people who went back to the hotel with me were already waiting in the reception room.

He came back not long after, and he was not surprised to see all of us sitting in the reception room. He just smiled and said: "We have ruled out a few, then you stare at them, and I will go to rest for a while."

As he spoke, he stretched his waist, narrowed his eyes slightly and said relaxedly: "JJ, try to belittle him to the media, this will make our unsub lose its rhythm."

jj nodded in understanding, and went to find the sheriff. This is the first time I know that there is a local TV station in such a small town. Encyclopedia Reid came to popularize science with me again: "This media is the free TV station here, usually nothing The programs are basically some food programs or introducing the history of this place - I watched some last night, and it was a bit boring."

I really didn't expect him to watch the TV that comes with the hotel room!This kind of TV is definitely not good-looking, hahaha!

I patted him on the shoulder while laughing, and then we heard our names called: "Reid, you two go and watch Ryan."

I had a little impression of the name, and before I could figure it out, Reid frowned and asked for me: "Is he one of the people in the restaurant that day?"

Nodding, a police officer took us to Ryan's house. His house was not far from the victim's house, Billy's house, which was about a street away—of course, the other suspects were not far from Billy's house. It's only this size.

This time Garcia couldn't help us much. She checked the criminal records of all the teenagers here. This town is more peaceful than anyone imagined. All the teenagers have no criminal records. We can't rule out the scope of unsub at all.

We did not take the black suv of bau. After all, in such a small town, everyone’s cars are basically parked in the garage at home or the public parking lot in the town. Few people park on the side of the road. We sat in the car and observed will be very conspicuous.

So we pretended to pass by Ryan's house accidentally, walked around his house, and finally sat down in a cafe where we could see their row of houses. There was no one in the cafe. I don't know. Is it because of recent cases.

The three bottles of coffee last night really made me want to throw up when I saw the coffee, so I just ordered a free lemonade, and Reid only wanted a glass of water. Face went to the service desk to watch the TV, JJ's face was in the center of the screen, she seemed to be a little fatter than herself, she said seriously: "We thought the person we were looking for was a teenager who had no hope of life and started committing crimes, He may have accomplished nothing academically, but he thought so highly of himself, and he was not content with his mediocrity and became a murderer. He was jealous of Billy's achievements and killed him."

The window here can just see the door of Ryan's house. If he goes out, we can definitely see it, but this kind of monitoring is really very, very boring. After I went to the bathroom for the fifth time, I really couldn't hold back Yeah, even sitting with Reid, I still feel so boring, boring and empty, now I would rather have a few fights with my fighting class teacher than sit in this seat.

After I came back from the bathroom, I lay down on the table sadly, and pushed the lemonade that I had refilled for an unknown number of times in front of Reid: "Help, Reid! How long will this be going on!"

"Wait until he goes out or call us." Reid, who has a good kidney, seems to have only run to the toilet twice so far. We have been sitting from morning to dinner now. Reid beckoned and called the waiter: "Well, chicken Sandwich... maggie what do you want?"

He turned his head and opened his eyes wide and asked me. I moved my head, leaned my chin on the table and looked at the waiter. I felt that my stomach was full of lemonade, and I was about to spit it out after shaking it a few times. Hearing his words He quickly shook his head: "No, I'm not hungry at all. To be honest, I'm almost stuffed to death with lemonade."

Reid pursed his lips and showed a helpless smile, and looked at me with a slight frown: "You didn't eat anything at noon, Maggie, you should eat something."

"Oh—" I responded obediently, and then said to the waiter, "Then be the same as him."

The waiter wrote down what we wanted, and looked at us a little puzzled: "Who are you guys? You've been sitting here all day."

"Well... Actually, we belong to the FBI." Reid said as he dug out his ID from his pocket, showed it to the waiter, and finally gave the waiter who seemed a bit complaining a big Smile.

The waiter quickly shut up, showed us a stiff smile, and ran to the service desk.