The world of American TV series: Starting with the L.A. Patrol.

Chapter 252 The final madness

"How did you do it?" Walking out of the bar, Jiejie was still full of disbelief. This group of "militiamen" were notoriously hostile to them in the federal system.

Not only did Jack let that Harris Townsend offer to help, but judging from the posture just now, he was almost called a brother and brother with him.

On the contrary, it was the chubby bartender aunt who gave this guy a few more lingonberry pies when he went out, which is more understandable, after all, he is a killer.

"After all, everyone loves me." Jack said with a smile.

In fact, it is quite easy to get along with these people, boasting about the local food, scolding the Federation together, talking about the "mutual aid", "self-government", and "small economies" they admire, and appropriately responding to the series of tragedies in the 90s, Express the mixed emotions of being part of the Commonwealth.

What's more, their arrival did not cause any trouble to the local area, but actually played a positive role. Not only did they help the police find the missing person, but they also saved a victim. This allowed Jack to occupy the moral high ground from the beginning.

So I used words to flatter them, and at the same time, I stated my position and explained that although their BAU team belongs to the FBI, it usually only catches serial killers and other things that endanger everyone, and does not participate in the dispute between local and federal governments.

These guys don't receive much education, lack theoretical guidance, and even have a vague understanding of Eucharism. As long as you accompany them to vent their dissatisfaction and express sympathy in a subtle way, you can win their favor in an instant.

As a senior keyboard warrior in his previous life, Jack knows how to change his political spectrum to attract people of different tendencies. Of course, the premise is not to talk too deeply, otherwise it will be counterproductive. After all, sometimes heretics are more hateful than heretics.

Seeing that Jack didn't want to explain further, Jiejie didn't ask further, but put down the sun visor on the passenger seat, borrowed the small mirror on it, and lightly touched the place where her cheek was stuck to the gauze.

"How is it? What did the doctor say?" Jack put a stack of packed local delicacies in the back seat, which not only contained cranberry pie, but also several steaming steaks. Now he was going to drive to the police station. West they were all there waiting for them.

"The doctor said that he used the smallest size cosmetic needle to perform subcutaneous suturing, but the wound was a bit deep and it was difficult not to leave scars."

Jiejie's expression looked a bit uncomfortable, after all, she was a girl, there was no one who didn't love beauty.

"Leave it to me. As long as you can keep it a secret from Emily and the others, I guarantee that you will remain intact and your skin will become as good as Hannah's. I know that you have been secretly inquiring about her secret skin care recipe." Jack's bag was big. Lan said.

Jiejie didn't seem to be surprised, nor did she seem to be jealous.

"Is this a special treatment for being one of your girlfriends? The young city councilor from the Anderson family and your beautiful professor are also too young."

"Hannah says it's because they all tasted it."

"Squeak!" The steering wheel in Jack's hand slipped, and the huge body of Saabban drew a not-so-obvious zigzag on the road.

"What the hell were you talking about that day?"

He thought he had corrected the whimsy in Hannah's little brain. After the two of them kicked him out of the car that day, didn't they go to negotiate with Su De? How did they talk about this?

Although Jack's affection for Jiejie is definitely not as deep as Hannah's, he didn't intend to show any ruthlessness. After all, this girl is a typical traditional type, and she is also very strong when she is serious.

Anyway, I am a weak, pitiful and helpless Poland, and now I am sandwiched between the two great powers of Su and Germany, whatever I want, as long as it is not really divided into two halves in the physical sense.

"I know she was joking, but you are indeed mysterious and seem to be omnipotent, just like on that small island, when everyone was panicking, only you were still confident and fearless."

Jiejie paused for a moment before saying, "I have never experienced this feeling, giving myself to a man without reservation, trusting him unconditionally, relying on him, believing that he can lead me out of a desperate situation."

"It didn't match the education I received since I was a child, but this feeling was really good, so I told myself that I must fight, even if the result may not be very good."

"So... what happened?" Jack Pollan wondered what Sudmiyori had written.

"Ask your sweetheart Hannah." Jiejie rolled her eyes at him coquettishly, she didn't say anything, but she seemed to have said everything.

Jack didn't ask any more questions, just stretched out his hand to hold her gently. People are all possessive and selfish creatures. How lucky he is to be able to make them willing to give so much.

As for the BAU side, someone must have noticed that after the plane crash, Emily intentionally or unintentionally put the "drawbridge effect" on herself and Jie Jiemian. It was partly out of temptation, but also meant to remind.

Rosie is an old fox. He probably guessed it a long time ago, but he didn't point it out.

Hotchner is an old administrative bureaucrat. Even if he didn't realize it, after these two people encountered such a serious accident together, he should talk to them separately out of precautionary considerations, but obviously he didn't do that.

Since everyone is pretending to be stupid, Jack will not be stupid enough to pierce this layer of window paper. He really has a plug-in and can take care of many aspects without worrying about any bloody incidents.

The two drove back to the police station. Everyone was very satisfied with Jack's feeding, which was very effective in calming everyone's low mood.

After all, as psychological profilers, they are more likely than ordinary people to reconstruct those cruel scenes in their brains, and it is difficult not to be touched. Of course, they can also more easily withdraw their emotions, but it takes time.

The excellent quality steak and the sweet and sour lingonberry pie made everyone feel better. There is also a very local pickled beetroot that is very popular. Jack thinks he can consider making a copy after returning. one time.

The murderer's accomplice hadn't been arrested yet, everyone consciously gathered together after the meal, and began to profile the unknown suspect together.

"He was a submissive partner, he was extremely dependent on Francis and he was in awe of Francis, but now that Francis is dead, it makes him very dangerous."

Rossi first elaborated on his views.

"So, if we corner him, he's likely to do the same thing as Francis." Emily made an explosive gesture.

At this moment, Garcia's video call came in, and Jiejie transferred it to the computer.

"Those video tapes have been sorted out and all have been sent. I checked every frame and I didn't see his accomplices. He was only responsible for videography."

Garcia's face was pale, as if he had just experienced the most terrifying thing in his life.

"That's it, I've watched every creepy scene, and even Jack's baby panda can't save me now."

"Well, Garcia, there is a jar of blueberry jam at the bottom of the refrigerator in the office. It is for you to use for emergency 'healing' when we are away." Jack was obviously prepared.

Garcia suddenly showed a pitiful expression, "Oh, baby, you make me so sad. Blueberry jam is my boyfriend's favorite, not mine. You remembered wrong."

"Cough~" Jack coughed slightly and looked at the others hesitantly.

"That is not for you to eat, but for you to apply. When you go on a date tonight, use some and you will get a cute puppy."

"Wow, this is such a genius idea, you are really my confidant." Garcia recovered almost instantly.

"Then I'll go on a date after get off work, and I'll leave the rest to you." After saying that, she hung up the video.

"Why does blueberry jam make Garcia harvest a pet?" Dr. Reid, a genius encyclopedia, also has a question that he can't understand.

"It's better not to know." Emily shivered as if some dirty picture appeared in front of her eyes.

Everyone looked at Jack as if they were looking at a strange alien creature, and wanted to knock open his head to see what was inside, and why they prepared such strange "emergency supplies" for Garcia.

"She has been a little overweight recently, so we can't always let her relax by eating desserts," Jack explained dryly.

After a brief joke, Jiejie turned on the video and everyone gathered together for analysis.

As Garcia said, the content of the video is bloody, horrifying, and horrifying.

Francis in the picture is a pervert, using those instruments of torture with excitement and inflicting cruel abuse on the victim.

Everyone was silent, and the room was filled with the victim's screams, pleadings, and the murderer's clichéd proclamations from the loudspeakers.

Everyone insisted on watching all the videos in fast forward, trying to get rid of useless emotions and use rational thinking to analyze the information revealed in the videos.

"He only shoots Francis, and the camera rarely stays on the victim." Reid first spoke to break the dead silence in the room.

Emily nodded in agreement, "He seems to care more about Frances than the tortured victim."

"Because he's a 'give'."

Jack explained everyone's doubts in one sentence.

"Pay attention to the language of these shots. The shots represent the position of his eyes. The focus is almost on Francis, as if he is in love with Francis' body."

Jiejie replayed a scene, and sure enough, Francis was torturing him with his bare upper body and chattering endlessly, but the camera directly skipped the victim's body and stayed on him for a long time.

"So he tore those video tapes not to destroy evidence, but because of jealousy." Rossi suddenly realized.

"He regarded Francis as his lover, willingly accepted his slavery, cleaned up the house for him, cleaned up, kidnapped girls, buried corpses, and planted roses."

Hochner directly picked up the phone, "Those roses were bought, Emily even found the label on the latest rose bush, I will contact the sheriff immediately, and I need to mobilize the force to investigate all the nearby nurseries that sell rose seedlings .”

The next morning, good news and bad news came at the same time. Emily found out the identity of Francis' accomplice, Henry Foster, who worked in a garden shop, and the shop owner provided his address.

Emily and Rhett immediately rushed to the dilapidated RV where Henry Foster lived, but it was too late.

By the time they arrived, Henry Foster had already packed up his things and disappeared without a trace. At the same time, the local police chief contacted Hotchner urgently, and another victim appeared.

Before 10 o'clock in the morning, Henry Foster showed up at a gas station, kidnapped a young woman who was filling up her tank, forced her into the trunk at gunpoint, and drove away.

"I just finished checking his residence. He destroyed everything related to his identity, photos, documents, and threw them all in the oven and burned them clean. The only few photos were also burnt off his face with cigarette butts, whether it was Childhood or grown-up photos."

Rhett and Emily rushed to the gas station to join the crowd, and reported their findings to Rossi and Hotchner very quickly.

"Why?" Hotchner raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Henry Foster was the weaker one in the relationship. He not only followed Francis's instructions, but also tried to understand and accept the ideas and concepts that the other party instilled in him."

Rhett explained.

"So he destroyed everything in his past, which is a denial of his own personality."

At the same time, on the other side, an elderly female owner of the gas station was still holding a shotgun in her hand, and told Jiejie and the others about the incident with an angry expression on her face.

"I swear I could have shot, no bastard has ever managed to mess with me here."

"But I was afraid of hurting her, and I watched the bastard stuff her in the trunk while the car was blocked by the tanker as it turned the corner."

"Well, I can imagine the scene at that time, that bastard was so lucky."

While Jack agreed, he carefully took the shotgun that looked older than her from the aunt's hand and handed it to the police officer on the side.

"Excuse me, is this the person you saw?" Jiejie handed over a photo. This is the only photo of Henry Foster they have obtained so far. It comes from the employee photo provided by the owner of the gardening store.

"No." Aunt's shopkeeper's answer was surprising.

"Did you see his face clearly?" Jiejie asked suspiciously.

"Of course, follow me. There is surveillance in my store." Auntie, the store owner, led everyone into the sales area of ​​the gas station very simply.

A thin white man appeared on the computer screen with a bandage on his face. His appearance was somewhat similar to the photo, but instead of the blond hair in the photo, he had brown hair and a mustache.

"He looks like Francis Goring!" Jiejie said in surprise.

"Or Henry Foster's version of Francis." Rossi and Hotchner looked at each other, and they seemed to have an answer in their hearts.

"He just walked in, bought beer and pumpkin seeds, and then went back to his car and sat in his car, which was the brown pickup truck outside. At that time, I felt that something was wrong with this guy, so I got my guy ready."

Aunt, the shopkeeper, was still chattering, and everyone winked at each other. They threw Jack down shamelessly, and all turned around to leave. Reid, who was still a little dazed, was taken away by Hochner on the shoulders.

There are very few comments in the last few chapters, how is the quality?Personally, I feel that the writing is very graphic, and the interaction is also interesting. It seems that the feeling of coding is starting to flow smoothly.