[Variety Drama] Mobility Scourge

If Lucida knew that all kinds of bad things would happen this year, she would definitely go out with a lucky object every day, and check her horoscope every day by the way!

"Good morning, Lucida."

As soon as he entered the building, he met Reid who came in at the same time, with a slight smile on his face, and two cups of coffee in his hands. He handed one of the coffees to Lucida: "Today is espresso with less milk foam. Do you want to try it?"

The joke half a year ago made Reid habitually bring coffee to Lucida every day. Lucida was already tired of drinking the large skim latte with two spoons of sugar and vanilla for half a year, but he didn't finish that cup of coffee once. Two days later, Reid changed to a different flavor, and then it became like this. A different kind of coffee every day made Lucida feel fresh every day when she came to work.

"Thank you."

After Lucida took the coffee, the two went to the security check together, just in time for an elevator, and Garcia and Morgan were also inside, Lucida waved to them, pulled Reid and squeezed into the elevator together, there were not many people in the elevator, It was not crowded, there were only two strangers besides Garcia and Morgan, a young woman approached the door and held the elevator for Lucida, and then let go after the two came in. Lucida smiled at her, and the girl said sweetly to her Thank you, and the other party returned a smile to Lucida. She looked Lucida up and down seriously, and then said slowly: "You are Lucida Genovese."

Lucida found it strange that the other party's tone of being enlightened and admiring her name for a long time made Lucida frowned and pursed her lips and stared at the woman's face carefully for a long time, but her brain didn't give her any feedback. Lucida asked tactfully: " Hey, yes, I am, do I know you?"

This is Quantico. Lucida doesn’t think she knows people other than BAU in Quantico. Lucida is puzzled by the appearance of the other party who knows her. The pretty face is wrinkled and looks very depressed. The other party doesn’t mind Lucida. Or, Lucida's reaction is normal, she smiled heartily: "No, you don't know me, but I know you, it should be said, I know you, I have been following you for a long time."

"..."

Lucida was silent for a while, then took a step back and stood beside Reid, pretending to be serious and said: "Sorry, my sexuality is normal."

"..."

Morgan standing in the corner twitched the corners of his mouth at Lucida's serious look, is this woman serious?The other party obviously didn't mean that!

The other party's smile was also a little stiff because of Lucida's words. She shrugged and introduced herself to Lucida: "I am Special Agent, Lauren Cruz. I know you because I studied you in my thesis at the FBI Academy. Well, to be precise, it is in the appendix .”

Wait, wait... Lucida felt as if she heard an interesting joke, and Lucida repeated with a slightly tangled expression: "I am your paper from the FBI Academy? Or is it an appendix?"

Wait wait, girl!Your focus is wrong! !

Morgan really wants to complain, you should care about why you are someone else's thesis!Although only an appendix.

Lucida raised her eyebrows, raised her chin and asked a little unconvinced: "Then what is the theme of your thesis?"

Lauren Cruz raised the corner of his lips and revealed a name: "Neal Caffrey."

Reid was obviously taken aback when he saw Lucida's body. Does this name have anything special to Lucida?

"Your paper was about Neal?"

Lucida couldn't help laughing, no, this is too poignant for her, the FBI Academy always finds some typical cases to teach during the training, but Lucida didn't expect that Neal would be regarded as the research object of the thesis one day, etc. …Lucida remembered, she's the damn appendix? !

"You study Neal, why did you write me as an appendix!"

Lauren Cruz shrugged: "Because I found out that Neal Caffrey's only charge was securities counterfeiting, but he was implicated in a bunch of fraud and forgery cases, and there are clear signs that some of his forgery cases have a companion who is proficient in art and good at counterfeiting." , Neal Caffrey is also good at counterfeiting, but obviously, the counterfeiting styles of some works of art are different, that is to say, there are at least two people involved in the counterfeiting case, and you, Lucida Genovese, I have checked many monitors, and there are many occasions where Neal Caffrey appears On, you also appeared..."

Obviously, Lucida Genovese, you are Neal Caffrey's accomplice, but there is no proof.

Lucida narrowed her eyes, and a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "Oh? Is your appendix just to prove whether I'm guilty or not? That's too much. I'm a good citizen who pays taxes on time."

Lucida's expression is a feeling that you have no proof what to do with me. Garcia feels that she has seen her past self. When she was caught by the FBI on the spot, she looked down on this group of people like this. Garcia thinks that Lucida is getting cuter and cuter. !Ow!That kind of kitten's fur-fried look really wants to smooth her fur!

"Ding."

When the elevator arrived, Lucida walked out first, and within a few steps she turned her head and asked with interest: "Hey, SpecialAgent, Lauren Cruz, can you tell me what grade you got for your thesis?"

Lauren Cruz answered Lucida as the elevator was about to close: "94."

"Well, it's pretty high."

Lucida curled her lips, turned and left again, but gritted her teeth before taking a few steps: "I'm actually an appendix to an FBI paper with a score of 94!"

******

"Everyone is here, we..."

Hotch called everyone into the conference room, but before he started the topic, he first saw Lucida's displeased expression on her puffed cheeks, Hotch paused, and asked Lucida first: "What's going on, Genovese, I shouldn't have buckled your salary."

What's up with this expression that owes you 800 million?

Hotch's question made Morgan grin and laugh silently. Even Reid pursed his lips to hold back his smile and refused to look in Lucida's direction. Morgan sighed in a very meaningful tone: "Remind me next time." When I go to the FBI Academy to train interns, I read their papers first."

"What thesis?"

Emily asked curiously, but Morgan shook her head and remained mysterious.

"Ok, come here first, and take a look at this case."

This time the statement case is not JJ, but Hotch. Obviously, Hotch has seen this case in advance, and, perhaps, it is still a case to focus on.

The pictures of the three victims were displayed on the screen. The moment the pictures came out, Lucida and Garcia turned their heads away in unison, and Morgan and Reid also looked at the two in unison. Neither of them is used to looking at bloody pictures. Seeing the movements of the two, Hotch quickly switched to the next photo of the murder. The side photo was much better than the front photo. Hotch began to speak with a straight face and monotonous speed: "Three days ago, the NYPD died in Central Park, New York. A female body was found. The victim’s face and jawbone were disfigured by the murderer. The photos and dental records cannot be compared. The same method was used in March last year, twice in September and October the year before last, respectively. In Washington Square Park and Rock Park and Union Square Park."

Morgan opened the files in his hand, looked carefully at the photos of the victims, and said slowly: "Victims No. 1 and No. 2 were separated by five months, and victims No. 2 and No. 3 were separated by six months. month, and the latest one is five months apart, the murderer has a very long cool-down period, the murderer will kill two victims every time, there is already one victim in this period of time, we will have the next victim Catch the murderer before he appears, otherwise, the next time he commits a crime, it may be a few months later, and we won't be able to catch him."

Reid read the forensic report, and he was very concerned about one point, and Reid was even a little surprised: "All the fingerprints are gone? The murderer polished the victim's fingerprints?"

The face, dental records, fingerprints, and methods of identification have all been destroyed. This murderer is simply too professional!

The victims in the photos were all wearing high-end clothes, but there was something strange. Emily arranged the four photos and pointed to the photos and said, "Why are the shoes of the four victims missing? There are no traces on the feet." , was taken away later, why did the murderer take the shoes? The purpose of destroying the face and fingerprints is to deprive the other party of their identity, but why do they want the shoes?"

"It might be a collection. The murderer took items from the victim as trophies." Morgan frowned slightly, but felt something was wrong.

Emily shook her head in disapproval: "The murderer has already taken a lot of things from the victim. He deprived the victim of his identity, which is more meaningful than shoes. He didn't take the victim's clothes or jewelry, which can be used as identity." second identification."

Gideon was the only person standing in the meeting room, walking back and forth with a cup of coffee in his hand, staring at the picture on the screen instead of looking at the picture in the document, after Emily asked a question, he spoke slowly: "He's scared."

Gideon's indifferent and slow tone is always convincing: "He destroyed the face, the jawbone, and the fingerprints. He didn't want us to know the identity of the victim, but when we know The identity of the victim, we will know who the murderer is, and the shoes are the key to connect the murderer and the victim..."

Gideon paused, and said slowly, "Because the murderer gave them to them."

"So, we need to know who these victims are."

Hotch looked around the crowd and began to assign tasks: "JJ, you and NYPD compare the missing persons to find out their identities, Reid, Genovese, Prentiss, you go to the morgue and find clues from the corpses."

"Morgan and I go to the crime scene in Central Park, New York."

Gideon had his own direction, and Hotch nodded.

******

Arriving at NYPD, the detectives who cooperated in this case are still the same detectives Kate Beckett, Javier Esposito, and Kevin Ryan who cooperated last time. Obviously, the coordination rate is much higher after the cooperation once.

Esposito came over with a list and handed it to JJ, but he told JJ a disappointing news: "I have checked the missing reports in recent years, especially in the months before and after the body was found, and none of them match the list of victims. missing persons report."

JJ frowned and was a little surprised by the news: "Four girls were murdered, and they didn't report missing?"

Esposito shrugged. "So far, we haven't had one."

JJ let out a deep breath, obviously it was more difficult for them to find out the identities of these nameless corpses.

However, compared to the lack of news from JJ, the information obtained by Reid and Lucida has allowed the case to develop further.

The forensic doctor of NYPD is a beautiful black woman named Lanie Parish. At first glance, she is very similar to Kate Beckett. Both of them are capable women. She holds a report in her hand and waits for the arrival of the three of Reid.

"I called up the autopsy reports of the first three victims, and I'm sure that the four victims died from the same weapon. The cause of death was suffocation. She was strangled. The strangulation marks were smooth and neat. The weapon was not a rope, but more like Cloth strips, bandages and the like."

The face of the corpse was indeed completely destroyed, Emily asked Lanie: "Is there a way to determine the identity?"

Lanie shook her head regretfully: "The murderer spent a lot of time concealing her identity, and it is impossible to identify her. However, judging from her physical condition, she is about 18-22 years old. She is underweight and slightly malnourished."

Lanie's words made Lucida raise her eyebrows, and said a non-professional profile in a slightly complaining tone: "Wow, she is Cinderella~"

Emily looked at Lucida speechlessly. It was obvious that the newcomer hadn't figured out the details of Lucida. Lucida curled her lips and muttered: "What! Wearing beautiful clothes, her 'glass slipper' is gone again, she is underweight and malnourished , a typical modern version of Cinderella."

"Speaking of shoes." Lanie lifted the white cloth covering the corpse, and let the three of them look at the corpse's feet. She pointed to the corpse's feet and said, "In addition to the wound on the neck, her feet were also injured, but it was just a kind of wound." Rubbing the wound, which is fresh and made before death."

"She's running."

Emily said exactly that this kind of wound is the friction wound that women will have when wearing high heels, and the fresh wound on this corpse was obviously caused by vigorous running, Emily narrowed her eyes and said slowly: "She is running for her life. "

Unable to confirm the identity, so he can only profile from some small details on the corpse. Reid carefully inspected the hands and head of the corpse, frowning and thinking is his usual action, he quickly looked at Lucida and Emily Express your own opinion at a glance: "Sometimes high-risk groups such as prostitutes, homeless people, and drug addicts disappear without a missing report. No one will pay attention to them, but this victim is not like a prostitute. She was wearing It's also very high-end, and her hands are well maintained, not like someone who is malnourished and living a bad life. Although she is thin, she has a good figure."

"..."

Reid found that no one paid attention to him after he finished speaking, he looked up and saw Lucida looking at him with a very subtle expression, Reid opened his mouth, thinking he said something wrong: "Why, what's wrong? Lucida?"

Lucida pursed her lips and frowned her beautiful eyebrows, her expression was childish: "Well, Spencer, I won't be happy if one day you praise me for my good figure."

As Lucida spoke, she added depressedly: "I've known you for so long and I haven't heard you praise me for my good figure." Now I actually heard this guy praise a dead body for its good figure in the morgue! Lucida felt like shit.

Lucida's resentful tone and resentful face made Reid realize what was going on, and Dr. Reid was at a loss and began to remedy his own words: "No, no, I mean, it's not that I don't feel..."

Sure enough, he couldn't be calm if he asked Reid to praise a living person with a good figure, and let him praise it in person, and it was a girl he liked : "It's harder for you to praise me than to speak Latin, but Morgan is very fluent in complimenting people."

When Lucida mentioned Morgan, Reid frowned slightly, curled his lips in disbelief, and muttered softly: "Morgan is what every strange girl would praise, and I..." Reid's voice became softer and weaker, and no one could hear it. Clearly, to Emily it sounded like he was gurgling, but even though the last sentence was silent, Emily always felt that she heard something again.

【You are different. 】

Emily looked back and forth between Reid and Lucida, a smile flashed across her beautiful eyes, she seemed to see something~ Wow~ A few days ago, Reid's state has been quite worrying, looking at Some spirits were low, decadent, and even choked with her. Emily knew that this was the sequelae after Reid was hijacked by the unknown suspect with triple personality, but it seemed much better now.

Emily watched the interaction between Reid and Lucida, and couldn't help sighing in her heart: "scute."