[Zhongyingmei] That snake

"Spidey, how did you come here?" Oliver asked.

Peter reached back and wanted to scratch his hair, but found that the hair had been wrapped in his uniform, and quickly put his hand down, "I completed the task, and then the little friends on the road showed me where you are. So What do we do now? Well, I mean where to find the man you're looking for."

"I want to find Lin Qiao, she was kidnapped."

"What! Lin Qiao! Then I must help."

"Hmm." Oliver didn't refuse, and Laud took advantage of the moment to go to the warehouse to check the situation by the light of the headlights.

Inside the warehouse stood a huge iron cage. Five people were bound hand and foot and locked unconscious in the iron cage.

Several of them were injured, Oliver went to observe, but did not wake them up.The blunt trauma should have been caused by the struggle. There were traces of sedatives in the blood. After the criminals tied them up, they stunned them with sedatives.

Laud grabbed the vertical railing of the cage and leaned his head over, looking at these people one by one, without Lin Qiao's face.

Looking at the cold chains hanging outside the iron cage, Oliver waved to Peter, "Come on, Spidey, help me open this lock."

"Ah, I can't pick the lock." Peter said guiltily.

"Just tear it off." Oliver was helpless. The entire warehouse was very empty, and the end could be seen by the light of the headlights. Now he needed these people to wake up and provide him with some information.

The chain was torn off in Peter's hands like a soft rubber. He opened the door of the iron cage and walked in. Oliver once again felt the spaciousness of the iron cage. It was about one and a half people tall and about five meters long and wide. , Unsub estimated the number of people loaded when making the iron cage at the time, which was chilling.

Oliver took out his mobile phone and saw the faces of these people clearly by the light of the screen. There were two women with long and smooth red hair, and three young men.

In front of Laud, it was inconvenient for Oliver to use his ability, so he could only let him take a bottle of mineral water from the car and pour it on the heads of these people one by one.

The cold mineral water slipped into the collar along the skin, causing the unconscious man to shiver. The first thing to wake up was a black-haired man.

The cold white letter lights dazzled his eyes, and he saw only a slender silhouette of Oliver standing against the light in front of him, a hairless man wrapped in tights, and a tall, muscular man standing beside him.

It was gloomy and full of oppression, which made people feel empty, and fear surged up.

He shivered with a cold war at first, but screamed fiercely in his mouth, "Who are you? Are you lunatics trying to use me as an experiment? I won't give in!"

Oliver covered his ears and frowned, knelt down and pressed the man's shoulder firmly, "Calm down, we are here to save you."

The man froze for a moment and then continued to scream, "Why should I believe you crazy people! Demons!"

He must have seen something in the experiment, such as the murderer's 'workshop', then this is not an ordinary kidnapping, Lin Qiao is very dangerous now.

"Sir, look into my eyes, I really mean no harm." The man ignored Oliver's words.

In desperation, Oliver could only take out his wallet and show him his ID. What he took out was the FBI ID. Although it had been stamped with a cancellation stamp, he hoped that the man could not see clearly in this dark situation.

"Sir, look at my ID. I really don't mean any harm. You need to calm down."

The man was silent for another two seconds, squinting his eyes and carefully looking at the certificate. Oliver pursed his lips tightly on the surface, serious and calm, but in fact he was very afraid that the man would go crazy again.

"No! My God, this is a state conspiracy, a government conspiracy, CIA's, unscrupulous agents! This is an inhumane experiment!"

Oliver was stupefied when he heard this, and he took the ID back to look at it. He just turned the page by mistake and turned to the page of the CIA ID, which made him helpless, and turned back to the page where the FBI ID was located.

"It's all fake!" The man continued to scream, and the listener seemed to have flown a bomber in his mind.

At this moment, a blond man next to him pulled Oliver's clothes with his bound hands, "You are an FBI agent, I know you, and you were in the bar that day."

Oliver pressed the shoulder of the black-haired man, and turned to look at the blond man beside him, "Bar?"

"Well, that's the day you showed the FBI ID with the three ladies." The man was a little embarrassed.

"It's you," Oliver remembered. The blond man pretended to be an FBI agent to strike up a conversation. To be honest, the blond man wasn't too bad-looking. Otherwise, at the first moment when he hit on the three beauties from BAU He was disgusted and went back. Through the light, he could see that he had a pair of very pure blue eyes, but he was eventually beaten back by four people that day.

Seeing that someone could answer the question, Oliver knocked the black-haired man unconscious and threw it aside.

Startled by Oliver's actions, the blond flinched back.

"Don't be afraid, I don't eat people," Oliver used the knife he carried with him to help him untie the ropes binding his hands and feet, "I want to ask you a few questions."

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"There's a new discovery from the medical examiner," ** walked into the office with a new file from the medical examiner, and the team members had just discussed and agreed with Prentiss about more than one victim.

"Unsub wanted to reform these girls, and the materials used for the reform came from other victims. These victims should also have been dumped, but because of the different methods of committing the crime, they were not contacted by the police stations in various places."

"The forensic doctor found a red hair in one of the victim's ears. There was no hair follicle on it, and the DNA could not be confirmed, but this hair must not belong to the victim. There was no tearing mark at the fracture of the hair under a magnifying glass. It should be the victim. Cut it off with a sharp weapon," ** said.

Hotch took the information, "Unsub's first step in transforming the victim is the hair. His ideal image has red hair. He dug out the eyes of each victim, indicating that the eyes of the image he wanted were blue or green."

"If he wants to replace the original pair of eyeballs with another pair, then his technique of removing the eyeballs must be the same," Reid analyzed, "and from the first corpse, the cut marks on the eyes and the removed Teeth marks indicate that he was highly skilled, possibly in a surgical-related occupation."

"The victim's eyelashes were roughly torn off, and there were glue marks on the eye skin. Unsub glued another pair of eyelashes on her." Prentiss finally figured out why the victim had glue marks on her eyes, not the murderer Tried to glue the victim's eyes, "which were supposed to be red eyelashes taken from other victims, but he was very careless and cranky."

"It took Unsub just two months to kill all the way from the south to the north, and he must have been prepared from the beginning, including the potions and surgical tools he used," Morgan said. "He probably had a medical car." , or another possibility, that he was rich enough to own properties all over the place for him to use."

"The killings started in Georgia," Hotch began on the phone with Garcia, "Garcia, a wealthy Georgia heir to a family estate, he had properties everywhere the victim appeared, a huge property, probably Suburban villas, warehouses or abandoned factories, majored in surgery and medicine, poor interpersonal relationships, recently suffered emotional blows, it should be from his girlfriend, this woman is red-haired, blue-eyed or green-eyed, mixed race , of Asian descent."

"I'll give it a try." After a while of typing on the keyboard, Garcia said cheerfully, "I found a person who meets the requirements. AntiJohnson, but I'm still checking his girlfriend, I need to look through his social account."

On the other side, the team members listened carefully to the computer queen's answer.

"Found it. He does have a red-haired girlfriend who is of Asian descent in appearance, blue eyes, and beautiful teeth. Her makeup is very light."

"Garcia, do another look at his property on the north east coast."

"Well, on the outskirts of New York City, he also has an abandoned warehouse."

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"He takes one every day," said the blond man.

"Did you see his face?" Oliver asked.

"No, he'll wear a hood, he took a red-haired girl yesterday."

"Go there," the blond man pointed to the ground further back from the cage, "you'll know when you go there and have a look."

Oliver gave Laud and Peter, who were standing outside the cage, a look and told them to go and have a look.

"Mr. Williams, here should be a door leading to the underground, and the iron plate is locked." Peter's brisk voice sounded.

"And then, did he bring anyone out of there?" Oliver continued.

"No," the blond man shook his head, suddenly began to tremble, "he just brought them in and never brought them out again, sometimes I don't know when he went in, but he came out from there suddenly."

That is to say, there is more than one entrance to the basement, and another entrance is outside.

Oliver has no time or mood to comfort people now, his phone rang, "Aaron? What's wrong?"

"Where are you now?" Hotch and the team were on their way to New York.

Usually, Hotch would receive Oliver’s good night text at this time, but today he didn’t. He hoped that Oliver would be closer to the warehouse Garcia found, and that he could arrive at the warehouse before the New York Police Department. Oliver was a profile The division finds the victim and Unsub's next move will be much faster than ordinary police.

This Unsub is careless and irritable, but he can't stand being frightened. His girlfriend died in a car accident. According to the big action of the New York Police Department, Unsub might be frightened and run away.

"We're working on a case right now. Unsub is currently in a warehouse on the outskirts of New York City. Can you get there?"

Oliver paused, "What's the address of the warehouse?"

Hotch told the truth.

"I'm in this warehouse."

"How's the situation in the warehouse?" Hotch asked after pondering for a while, without asking Oliver why.

"There is an iron cage in the warehouse, in which five victims, three men and two women, were locked up. They were only locked up, and there were no casualties. I heard from them that a woman was dragged away by Unsub, and my clerk should also be kidnapped by Unsub. .”