[Variety Drama] Mobility Scourge

Only four hours after the discovery of the second body, Bau had just figured it out. The Atlantic City Police Department found another statue, which means that three statues have been found in one day. Instead, he was showing his finished works one after another, and his fast pace also disrupted the police's search.

The first statue is Venus with a broken arm, the second statue is the goddess Hera, and the third is an angel with broken wings, all of which have a Renaissance atmosphere.

"The identities of the three victims have nothing in common. White-collar workers, teachers, designers, and different ages. According to the credit card records, they don't know each other. They have no criminal records and are clean. They are good citizens like me."

Garcia checked the information of the three victims, and found nothing suspicious. On the contrary, the three victims were innocent.

"Possibly, it's also a common denominator of victim selection."

Blake suddenly said that she is a linguist, and her way of looking at problems is also different from the general way of thinking about cases. She can have different opinions and understandings on the same thing. Blake organized the language, slowly Said: "The net worth is good, there is no criminal record, clean, and there is no blemish. In a sense, this type of person is pure and has no evil. The murderer uses statues to display his artwork. He thinks he is a An artist, so his attitude towards art is reverence, and he needs pure 'props' to display his art."

Blake frowned and continued: "The murderer we're looking for may be a lunatic. He didn't realize what he was doing at all. He only thought he was completing his art."

It is very difficult to profile people who treat killing as an art, because this kind of people have high IQs, and they are completely normal people in normal times, only showing their pathological madness when killing people.

"When people have the pursuit of art, they will crazily want to reach the highest level, and sometimes, they will find that death is an element that constitutes art."

Lucida sat next to Reid with her legs crossed. The woman's cozy appearance always made people feel that she was here to make trouble. Lucida propped her chin with one hand, and there was a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, but that smile matched her words, why? It makes people feel a bit cold, there are countless people who are crazy about art, and there are countless people who are driven crazy by art. They die for art, or kill for art. In this way, death has become a part of art. An element that cannot be ignored and is taboo.

He is dark, but strangely charming, he is taboo, but strangely addictive.

This is death.

The simple body perishes, but the soul lives on.

******

[Please, please don't like this, ah ah ah ah ... you let me go, I won't say anything, I swear. 】【Hee, I don't like to swear, pray, beg. 】

[I don't want to die, please... don't, don't, don't! ! ! ! ! ! 】【No, you are not dead, but I made you eternal, how do you say that?I wrote about the fact that human beings are eternal, only death is eternal, only art is eternal, so you will become eternal too. 】【I... don't want to die...】

【Heh, baby, bring my tools here...】

Lucida unknowingly fell asleep on the table when Bau and the others were analyzing the case. When she woke up in a daze, her head felt a little swollen, a little uncomfortable, a little nauseous, and dizzy. Lucida was thinking that she probably caught a cold. There was a cup of hot coffee on the table. Lucida couldn't remember how long she slept, but she remembered that she finished the coffee in her cup before she fell asleep. Lucida picked up the coffee , took a small sip, the warm drink made Lucida feel a little better.

"Lucida? You're awake, just in time, we're going to do a profile, do you want to..."

Reid, who walked in, stopped in the middle of his speech. He quickly walked in front of Lucida, leaned closer to Lucida's face to look carefully, Reid frowned, and said anxiously: "Why is your face so ugly, are you uncomfortable? Is it a headache or something? stomach ache..."

Reid blinked, and directly pressed his forehead against Lucida's forehead, feeling the heat from Lucida's forehead, Reid's eyes were stained with worry: "Lucida, you have a fever."

Lucida may be a person who treats herself very well, but she is not a person who can take care of herself. In terms of her own body, Lucida always pays little attention to her body. She has probably been under high tension before, her nerves are not relaxed, and she lacks sleep. Now She relaxed all of a sudden, but her resistance weakened, Lucida rubbed her eyes, her voice was a little soft: "Well, a little bit, just take the medicine and you'll be fine."

"Then I'll help you buy medicine..."

As Reid spoke, he immediately stood up, and Lucida grabbed him and twitched the corner of his mouth: "Don't you still want to do the profiling, I can do it myself."

"But……"

I don't worry at all...

Reid frowned tightly and refused to let go.

"reid..."

Hotch at the door shouted Reid, he saw Reid and Lucida in the room, he paused for a while before saying, "Reid, it's started."

"Oh, I... I see."

The palm of the hand was held by Lucida, Reid nodded, and was half pushed by Lucida, Reid puffed his cheeks, with a face of reluctance, thinking about how to come back as soon as possible, watching Reid walk away a little bit , Hotch, who hadn't left yet, glanced at Lucida, and said in a calm voice, "Genovese, take a break."

"Good~"

"..."

H twitched the corners of his mouth, listening to the voice, this woman didn't have much problem.

******

"The unknown suspect is a male, between the ages of 25 and 40, he is an artist who wants to use death to produce higher art."

Everyone in bau stood in front of the report board, while all the detectives in the Atlantic City Police Department who were in charge of this case sat below. He said: "We can't simply talk about the artist, but simply put the corpse in the plaster statue. When he pursues his own higher works, he regards the process of making art as a sacred process."

"He is also chasing a level while demanding himself to make a higher level. We think he has set a standard for himself, or a goal, and he is moving towards that goal. His works show a kind of copying. Therefore, the unknown suspect is a kind of person who is relatively talkative, rich in knowledge and self-cultivation, and even has a good appearance and conversation, so that he can lure the victim into his artwork, and he can be on the street. On the Internet, communicate with people in public places, defraud the other party’s trust, and then achieve the goal.”

After Blake finished speaking, the police detective below raised his hand, he still held a pen in his hand, and asked directly: "The target you are chasing, what exactly is it, and what kind of target?"

This question is answered by morgan:

"The three victims were all women, and they were all women with excellent conditions. The unknown suspect had a paranoid and conceited character. After being rejected by women, he did not accept the status quo of being denied."

But the detective still didn't understand:

"So he was emotionally frustrated to kill, but... why plaster? Why did he choose to use plaster just because he was an artist?"

"...The way most people kill is either purposeful, or they choose the one they are good at. Putting the victim in a plaster statue is more like sealing a certain emotion in it, so as to achieve eternity, Killing again and again can make his strength stronger, and satisfy his pathological satisfaction from killing. He is an anti-social person, killing for his own selfish desires, and will not sympathize with the victim. For him, he is collecting , he was making trophies, he made statues of his victims, and made them all his own."

Every time reid speaks, he will be half a beat slower. Morgan has a faint feeling that Reid is in a daze, but he can't find any mistakes in what Reid said. I used statues made of other victims as collections instead to satisfy my desires, but he was very skilled in handling corpses, and he was also very skilled in abandoning corpses, but the location he chose was very arbitrary, I think... …the unknown suspect had a teacher who was learning from that man."

Reid has always had a subtle illusion. Although he has never seen any previous examples, he has the illusion that the unknown suspect this time is a copycat. It can also be seen from the method that there is a contradiction.

"Wait, you said teacher? Then we are arresting two murderers? Does he have accomplices?"

"No, to be precise, there is only one murderer, it's just...someone is teaching him how to commit crimes..."

******

Lucida came out of the pharmacy and found a nearby coffee shop, sat outside the coffee shop, lying loosely on the chair.

"Need something?"

The waiter came out from inside, wearing a black and white striped uniform, he took out a notepad from his pocket, Lucida glanced lazily, and said slowly: "Well, a cup of hazelnut coffee..."

Do not take medicine with coffee!

Reid's words sounded in Lucida's mind, so she added: "Give me another glass of water."

"OK, just a second."

Lucida unwrapped the cold medicine she bought in her hand. She specially bought the medicine with great effect, but the side effects were also great. After taking the medicine, she would feel drowsy and sleepy. No, she was sleepy now.

"Your water."

Pure water was brought up first, and Lucida readily swallowed the medicine in her hand.

'r They should be over now. '

Lucida looked at the time on the phone, it has been an hour, it should be about the same, the takeaway coffee was delivered, Lucida left the money and took the coffee and left, but after a few steps, a person was posted behind her , he leaned very close to Lucida, lowered his body and whispered in Lucida's ear: "Do you want to see him?"

what?

"I'll take you to see him."

Lucida didn't know who 'he' was, but the person behind him stuck so close to her, which made Lucida feel extremely uncomfortable. Lucida's hard elbow was easily received by the man behind him. Lucida clicked his tongue lightly, without much strength , I had a fever and took medicine, and I felt dizzy all over.

"Well……"

Her mouth was covered suddenly, and her hands smelled of ecstasy. Lucida's last consciousness was to look at the crowd coming and going in front of her. No one noticed, and no one paid attention...

The coffee in his hand fell to the ground, the man hugged the unconscious woman, he stared at the woman's face and smiled lowly: "You are so beautiful."

The tone of praise...is a tone of praise for a work of art.

The man left with the woman in his arms. Someone noticed it, but they didn't think about it. What was in front of them was a bold and undisguised kidnapping.

At the same time, two brand new statues stood in front of the main entrance of the museum.

【reid...】

"lucida?"

Reid returned to the lounge but did not see Lucida's figure, and no one answered the phone, Reid felt his heart was empty, a little uncomfortable, as if something was hanging, very bad...he felt very bad.