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The identity of the victim was found out shortly after. Her parents had not been able to contact her for many days, so they submitted a missing person report to the police. After the information was entered, Garcia received the information immediately, and she passed it on to us. She also told us where she last consumed it.

Me, reid, and morgan set off to the town together, and they went to the victim's family to ask for clues, not with us.

That small town is also a small town on the edge of the forest, but it is not the town of Rye we visited last time.

This place is much more remote than Lay Town, and there is no public transportation around. Our car bumped on the uneven road for a while before arriving at this town. I couldn’t help but take a few deep breaths when I got out of the car. I couldn't help but spit it out.

Reid touched my back, he didn't have any uncomfortable expression, Morgan parked the car in the parking lot of the town, and smiled at us when he came out: "I don't want to act with you now, I feel like It's superfluous."

I didn't have the strength to refute, my stomach felt uncomfortable, I didn't even want to say anything, Reid patted me on the back and said to Morgan: "It's too late for you to choose to go back now."

Morgan smiled and said nothing, Reid was obviously just joking, I walked together to the police station here after I got over my strength.

The police station here is just a small wooden house, similar to the town of Ley, located in the corner of the town. Morgan went to the police station alone, and Reid and I went directly to the address Garcia sent us, which is the address of the town. A sporting goods store, which is quite large for this small town, we saw through the glass that the owner was sitting behind the cash register watching TV. There seemed to be no customers in the store.

When he opened the door, he rang the bell on it. The boss turned his head to look at us, looked at the TV with nostalgia, and then said, "What do I need to buy? I have everything here."

"Well, we're the FBI, and we're here to find someone." I took out a folded photo of the victim from my jacket pocket. This was a life photo Garcia sent us. The victim in the photo smiled brightly. He looked lively and beautiful, I took out the photo, Reid showed his ID to the boss very cooperatively, the boss said without any concealment: "Oh, she bought some things in my store a few days ago, I'll find a list for you."

He rummaged behind the cash register, took out a book, and said as he flipped through, "I'm used to squeezing everything down, and she bought a lot."

"Well, this is really a good habit." I echoed him casually, the boss smiled, found it quickly, and handed us the book: "That's it, she came with another little girl, today's All the records belong to them, business in this kind of small town is not easy to do, and it’s almost enough for a store like mine to have one or two customers a day, so I remember it very clearly.”

"Another little girl? Boss, do you still have any memories?" I couldn't help asking when I heard this, Reid took the notebook in the boss's hand, glanced at it and turned the pages, and quickly finished reading the records of the day, put it down Benzi looked at the boss, who frowned and thought for a while: "Long brown hair, very pretty... No, I don't remember, I might recognize him when I see the photo."

I took out my phone and called Garcia: "Hey, dear, can you help me find out who else swiped their card at the same store as our victim on November 11th?"

"It's as fast as a bolt of lightning." Garcia said emotionally, and then clicked the keyboard, and the result came out ten seconds later, "I found it, from Los Angeles, 24 years old...the photo was sent to you phone."

"Thank you." I said, and Garcia hung up the phone quickly. After a few seconds, my phone vibrated, and a color picture was sent to my phone. I clicked on it to see, it was A beautiful girl with brown hair, full of vitality at first sight.

I handed the phone to the boss, and he quickly confirmed: "Yes, it's her, I'm pretty sure."

Reid and I looked at each other, and he frowned slightly and asked, "Did they say where they were going? Did they meet any strange people?"

The boss quickly shook his head and laughed: "They should be going to the forest, but I really don't know who they meet. After all, they can't tell me about this kind of thing."

This cindy went to the forest with the victim. If our inference is correct, she should have entered the forest with the victim and was caught. Now she is imprisoned by Unsub somewhere. She will probably become Unsub's reproductive tool.

This speculation makes me feel a little uncomfortable, but on the other hand, I hope she can be selected by unsub-in this way, she has at least ten months to live, instead of being worthless like the previous victim and then immediately killed.

I have no idea when we will be able to rescue her, no matter what terrible things happen to her, I always hope that she can live until we find her, even if the days of captivity are cruel to her, but only living will has hope.

We thanked the boss and walked out of the store. I was a little dazed. Every clue pointed to the forest, but I didn't know how to find useful clues from the forest. Reid looked at me, as if Knowing exactly what I was thinking, he smiled at me, put his hand on my shoulder lightly, and I could feel the comfort he gave me: "Don't think too much, all we can do is Find her."

I nodded, pressed the back of Reid's hand, rubbed my face on Reid's arm, the town was very quiet, the air was fresh and cold, with some cold smell unique to winter, I felt my whole body sank Yes, some of the negative emotions just now have disappeared.

Morgan came after a while, followed by two police officers. Their uniforms seemed to be a bit uncomfortable, and they looked a little awkward. A police officer stood in front of us, pulled his clothes uncomfortably, and explained to us : "I haven't worn this for a long time."

Reid and I have let go of each other at this moment, and looked at them with a serious face: "Do you know the basic route that people going to the forest will take?"

The two police officers glanced at each other and shook their heads: "Adventurers generally like to take paths that no one has traveled, so it is difficult to tell where they will go."

I also know that what they said is very reasonable, but I am still very unwilling. This is already the closest to unsub, and it is also the only hopeful rescue among the hundreds of victims. I don't want to just give up.

But it is really a dream for so few people to go into the forest to search.

I looked at Reid and Morgan, hesitated for a while, and chose to take out my mobile phone, called Reid, and reported the situation to him on the speakerphone, and then expressed that I wanted to borrow someone from the police station to search The forest's thoughts: "Unsub can succeed, and the target is so clear, the victim should have been targeted very early, and the victim should have been followed from the entrance of the forest, and it should have been done not far from the entrance. After all, the longer the delay, the The more likely the victim is to escape."

Laughed on the other end of the phone, and then said: "I also found some clues here. The victim and her parents talked about going into the forest. It seems that they came here because they found similar advertisements on the Internet."

"I asked Garcia to check, and indeed found some clues." The voice sounded a little smiling, "She checked the victim's mailbox and found that they had all received advertisements about this forest There is an interesting place in there, but the route is not described the same way for everyone."

"This is the reason why unsub can always find the victim!" I yelled excitedly, and Morgan picked up my words: "So the victim can always find like-minded people to go with... How does unsub know that the victim will definitely come of?"

"These victims like to use Twitter and Facebook. All their actions can be seen on them. They live a life of transparent people. Unsub saw their dynamics from this. The email should also be aimed at them. Personality, so their choices seldom fall through." He sighed, "The Internet is terrible."

He paused and said, "I asked Garcia to send the address to your mobile phones, remember to read it later."

Not long after we hung up the phone, our mobile phones vibrated one after another. There was a simple map on it. Starting from here, the destination was a lake in the forest, not far from this small town.

We arrived at our destination on foot for about a few hours. There was nothing strange along the road. It seems that unsub did not do anything on this road until we reached the location marked on the map. Our feet were covered with black soil and smelly. The smell is mixed with blood. Fortunately, it has not rained in the past two days. The soil here has not been purified naturally, otherwise we may not find any clues.

This seems to be the first scene, Morgan walked around the lake, and soon found some clues: "There is something here."

He bent down and took out something from the tall weeds by the lake, raised his eyebrows and looked at it with a frown: "It's an earring."

I carefully walked along the lake for a while, looked carefully at the grass by the lake, and finally found something shining in the grass: "This is a necklace, so they don't need trophies...or maybe they Just want souvenirs for a certain group of people?"

I thought again of those whom they had retained as brides.

Reid was on the other side of the lake, frowning and picked up something, he called out: "I also found something... Well, it's a piece of clothing."

He seemed to be struggling to pick up the clothes. It was a sweater that had absorbed water. It was heavy just by looking at it. The color was somewhat similar to the color of the soil on the shore. Maybe Unsub didn't notice it because of this, so It was left on the shore by a, I couldn't help laughing when I saw his sad face, and then suddenly realized something.