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I originally thought that I had already made enough psychological preparations. After all, I have experienced cases with many victims. For example, the first case I handled after I joined had a lot of victims, and some were fished out of the pond. There are also many bones.

But when I got to the scene, I realized that my prediction was still too optimistic.

The place where the bones were buried in the photo is now a big pit. When we arrived at the scene, there were still people cleaning up. Many bones were dug out and sent to the car that the police station drove over.

I was a little scared. The big pit in front of us was one meter deep and about three meters in diameter. It was full of bones. The photos on the information were really too childish. It didn’t look like a serial killer disposing of corpses. Instead, it looks like a large-scale disaster scene.

Even the rest of the members, who are used to seeing serial killers, all showed painful expressions. I have never seen such a dense dumping ground. There may be more bones here than some small towns.

"Hello, I'm Billhouse, the sheriff of this area." A fat middle-aged man came over, stretched out his hand to us with a plausible smile, and shook hands with him: "I am, this is mine. crew."

We greeted the sheriff, and the sheriff looked at the dump site with great pain: "This forest is too big, we have already looked for the forest guard here, he has lived here for decades , and can’t understand every corner of this place.”

"Have you searched all around here?" After listening to his words carefully, he asked, the sheriff gestured to us, let us follow him to the side of the car, he nodded: "Yes, after finding here At that time, my police officers searched nearby, and found nothing suspicious... I also asked other nearby towns, and no one was missing."

"After all, there are quite a few victims. Even if one disappears only after one or two years, they are very conspicuous in the small town. Therefore, if they are residents of nearby towns like us or outsiders who have lived in the town, it is impossible No one found it." The sheriff sighed, and looked at the abandoned corpse site, where the police officer was standing below and moving up the bones bit by bit, as if there was a steady stream of bones inside.

"Did you find any clues? Or a missing person report?" Asked, Bill shook his head: "I have contacted several nearby sub-bureaus, and they have not received many missing person reports. I put all the information At the police station, waiting for you to come. We have limited equipment here. The coroner only deduced the last two victims based on the missing report. The rest are really difficult to identify, so I applied for Quantico immediately. I just didn't expect there to be so many, so I haven't sent these bones over yet."

He was really well prepared.

I sighed, and after listening to him back and forth and asking a few more questions, I turned around and asked Reid, "Is this the case with the most victims you've ever seen?"

Reid nodded with a serious expression. On such an occasion, he is not like the usual soft Reid. Due to his abundant knowledge and experience, he looks a little tough: "There are very few such large-scale cases that kill more than three people in a row. Basically, there will be mental illness, and it is very rare for a family to commit crimes for decades or even hundreds of years...at least I have never encountered it."

According to common sense, this is also very rare. After all, how can a father commit a crime and bring his son with him?

But this kind of common sense is always used to break in the eyes of serial killers. Whether it is social factors or genetic factors, children of serial killers are more likely to commit crimes than ordinary people.

But the proportion in the data is also very small, and the probability that several generations of a family commit crimes is like the probability of winning the lottery.

"I have already sent a lot of people to search the forest, and I have also sent people to contact the police officers in nearby towns, and call the residents to help - this forest is really too big, and my residents are very enthusiastic. The sheriff looked around here and sighed, "Even though I grew up here when I was a child, I have never been here. If it wasn't for the traveler's sudden fall, these victims might not be here until now." Can't be found yet."

His arrangement was very reasonable, and I couldn't help but secretly nodded and smiled slightly after hearing this.

A gust of cold wind blew, and I shrank my neck so cold, Reid took off the scarf around my neck and put it on for me, Morgan, who was in great shape, seemed to be wearing a jacket, and JJ didn't wear much, the whole Reid and I seem to be the only ones in the bau who wear the thickest, especially now that I'm wearing Reid's scarf, I guess I look like a ball now.

The sheriff glanced at us and showed an apologetic smile: "Sorry, I forgot, let's go back to the police station first, it seems that we can't fix it for a while."

I looked at him embarrassedly, and he nodded without any objection: "Then go to the police station."

Of course the sheriff had no objection and took us to the police station.

There were only one or two people in the police station. When they saw us, they said hello to us, and then they went about their own business. The sheriff led us to a room and said to us: "I will report the missing persons report and The autopsy reports of the two recent victims are in it, let me know if you need anything, and I will do my best to help."

What a passionate sheriff.

He nodded to him, and then led us into the room, which looks like their conference room or something... I always feel that every time we go to the police station, we will always be assigned a conference room, marked All you need is a big table and a whiteboard.

H put the computer on the table, plugged in the power, turned it on, looked around the meeting room, and began to assign tasks: "Morgan, you and Emily go to the town near the forest; you go and ask the train staff for that day. H, the victim who has never seen us, and I went to see the body, and jj went to see the victim's family."

We nodded, and soon separated and acted separately. Since it is the off-season of tourism, there are relatively few trains, and the place is relatively remote, and the staff are quite idle. Most of the people on that train are free. The victim r who appeared on the train was killed more than a year ago, and many of them have already quit.

Fortunately, we have Garcia, a super powerful database. It is not difficult to dig out the addresses of those staff members. The flight attendant at that time has changed jobs now. He is now the owner of a small restaurant. When we went to find him, he Greeting customers behind the counter in the store.

Reid walked to the counter and greeted us enthusiastically: "Hey, new face, are you here for fun? Winter here is not fun."

Reid licked his lips, looked down in his messenger bag, then took out his ID, spread it out to show the boss, frowned slightly and said, "FBI, I want to ask you some questions. "

I touched my earlobe, and I always felt that no matter what Reid did, he had no momentum at all, and could only show a cute feeling. I really couldn't tell whether it was good or not.

The boss put down the glass in his hand, told the waiter a few words, and came out from behind the counter: "Okay, officer, please sit down."

He took us to the corner of the restaurant and sat down. Reid and I sat across from him. He looked a little nervous, but he looked quite open. Reid found the victim's photo in his bag and pushed it to him. In front of her, I asked, "We know that you were a train attendant before. According to our investigation, you were the attendant on the last train she took. Do you have any impression of her?"

He looked at the photo, thought about it carefully, and nodded hesitantly: "I seem to have a little impression... Remembering people has always been my strength, and she is an unforgettable woman. It is very interesting to talk to her. At that time, we They also left a phone call with each other, and made an appointment to ask her to take me on a tour when I went to her hometown."

Reid and I looked at each other, and the former flight attendant frowned and said: "But when I called her later, no one answered the phone. I guessed that she might have given me a wrong number, so I didn't call her." In my heart... did something happen to her?"

"She was killed." I stared at his expression and said, he seemed to be startled, a little unbelievable, he opened and closed his mouth, and finally said only one sentence: "God God."

The expression looked real, it seemed that she really didn't know the news, Reid looked at the photo on the table and asked, "So do you remember where she got off the train?"

He thought about it carefully, and finally shook his head: "No, I really don't remember this, it was too long ago, and we don't care when passengers get off the bus, many of them don't get off at the place on the ticket car."

We nodded, and we had already prepared for this answer, so we didn't feel disappointed. Reid put away the photos, and when he was about to leave to ask others, the former flight attendant stopped us: "I Don't know if this will help, she seems to get on the train not far from the ** station, and when chatting with me, she mentioned that she wanted to go to the forest, and our train route passed through a small forest near the forest town, but I'm pretty sure she didn't get off here."

I looked at Reid, the Living Encyclopedia tilted his head and thought for a while, then nodded at me: "The town of Ley is on the edge of the forest, and it's not too far from here."

The former flight attendant nodded to us: "Yes, it seems to be there. I didn't expect the police officers to know such a remote place, but the scenery there is very beautiful."

"Thank you very much, this news is very helpful." I looked at him and said, he nodded towards us, and said seriously: "She is a very good woman, I hope you can find the murderer as soon as possible."