[CM] Paradise Nostalgia

Within half a month, three homicide cases had occurred in Chinatown.

"The ages of the deceased ranged widely, ranging from 30 to [-] years old, and they were all women."

"The dumping sites were all in remote, narrow, dark alleys. The victim was wrapped in bandages, with gaps in the nose and eyes, like a mummy. These may be related to ancient Egyptian religious beliefs."

"But there was no bandage above the forehead, and the ponytail and facial skin were intact. Therefore, UNSUB avoided the victim's face, smoked him to death, poured wax and wrapped the bandage."

"The forensic doctor said that there was a large amount of iron, carbon and a small amount of other elements left on the corpse. The corpse stood upright and its head was intact. UNSUB must have made its own or ordered a crime tool from a special channel. Maybe it was a Metal cage."

"UNSUB likes women with ponytails, and even corpses have to show this characteristic with great fanfare. This mature and cruel modus operandi did not form overnight, and there must be other cases."

"The dumping sites are concentrated in and around Chinatown." Hotch said with a serious face, "We can publish the profile."

[two days ago]

When Uriah got up for a morning run in the morning, he found a budding white rose at the door. The tender petals were covered with crystal clear dew, and the long stems were covered with needles.

She kicked the white rose away and trot past the stunned neighbor.

In this perverted world, she is used to walking cautiously with every step, who knows who put it, what if she gets poisoned!

And since the homicide occurred in Chinatown, Uriah stopped buying breakfast at the Chinese Baozi shop there, and replaced it with a bakery on a street not far away. The breakfast at that shop was the best.

She took a bite of the thick roasted ham burger.

"Hey, sorry, can I ask you a favor?"

Standing in front of her was a six or seven-year-old boy with red hair and blue eyes, as if he had fallen somewhere, and his khaki shorts and white shirt were dirty.

"What happened?"

Uriah's eyes fell on his ashen face, bruised arms, and the thin scratch on his calf.

"I accidentally fell when I was practicing skateboarding, and the skateboard flew into a tree and got stuck," he said clearly and concisely, "I'm not tall enough, can you please help me get it off?"

"Where is it?" Uriah asked. "By the way, I'm Uriah. What's your name?"

"It's in the park!" The boy said with joy in his eyes, "Thank you, my name is Louis! I thought it would take a long time to find someone to help! Because everyone is still sleeping at this time!"

"Then you got up early enough. Generally, children of your age don't have much self-control. You can overcome the difficulty of getting up early. You are really amazing!"

Louis blushed slightly, and whispered happily: "It's nothing special, I don't like to sleep very much, so it's not difficult for me to get up at five o'clock in the morning, I just... like to skateboard very much. "

Uriah followed him to the tree where the skateboard was stuck. The tree was about six meters high, and the skateboard was stuck at about four meters, which was not too high.

"You sneaked out in the morning." Uriah said in a normal tone, bent slightly, and his expression became serious, "Although I admire your hard work and devotion for your hobby, but what if you meet bad people? Do, there is not even half a person here in the morning, which is the time and place where the bad guys like to hang out. The bad guys will pretend to help you with the skateboard, then hit you with the skateboard, and maybe kidnap you and sell you to bullying children. Or a big villain who keeps children in a dark room!"

Louis blinked childishly, his voice was clear, "But I met you, are you a bad guy, Uriah?"

Tsk, you damn kid!

Uriah held his forehead helplessly, sighed and said, "Forget it, I'll take you home later, if you go out so early, you should at least tell your parents."

Louis puffed up his cheeks, but he didn't speak, but his stomach rumbled.

"Do you know that if you don't eat breakfast, you will die suddenly?" Uriah took out a note from his trouser pocket with a cold face, "Go to 'Mr.Sugar' to buy yourself a breakfast, and bring me a cup of mocha by the way."

"Wow!" Louis readily took the fifty-fifty note and shook his hand, "Thank you! Beautiful big sister! Then I'll go!"

"..."

The latest child is getting more and more bearish.

Uriah jumped up and grabbed the branch of the tree with one hand, and hugged the trunk with the other hand. With a push on the sole of her foot, the whole person climbed up the branch flexibly. She carefully supported the main trunk, stood up slowly, and stretched out her hand to reach the tree that was stuck between the branches and leaves. skateboard.

"Kazi—"

She suddenly heard the noise of electricity, accompanied by severe numbness in her calf, and her brain was instantly disconnected from her consciousness.

Uriah passed out.

She didn't fall to the ground, and a pair of strong arms caught her firmly.

Fifteen minutes later, when Louis came back here, munching on a thick roasted hamburger, there was his flipped-back skateboard and an iPhone on the ground.

He stayed where he was for a few seconds before rushing to pick up his phone and dial 911.

[After three hours, Quantico]

"Is Uriah off today? I don't seem to see her coming to work."

"She doesn't answer the phone." Reid glanced at JJ, frowning slightly, "The head of the department said that he didn't receive her leave request."

JJ was taken aback, and said, "Well, maybe she just overslept, our profession is always used to think things in the wrong direction."

Reid pursed his lips and smiled, and said in a low voice, "You're right, I'll call her later!"

"Reid, JJ, it's a meeting."

Rossi tilted his head in a gesture.

"Ok."

"At nine o'clock this morning, another body appeared in Chinatown. The victim was Sarah Cooper who had disappeared before." Hotch said with a serious expression.

"Wait, that means UNSUB has captured a new target." Morgan looked at the screen, "Did you receive the missing police call today?"

"Yes," Hotch's eyes suddenly fell on Reid, "A little boy called the police with the missing person's mobile phone, and it has been confirmed that it is Uriah Vogt."

"What..."

When Hotch's eyes fell on him, Reid already had a bad premonition in his heart, the blood on his face faded instantly, and he suddenly thought, yes, their work is always used to think things in a bad direction, and bad What's more, those bad predictions will come true in all likelihood.

"Reid..."

"According to UNSUB's behavior pattern, Uriah still has 42 hours." Reid's voice trembled slightly, and there was fear, helplessness, calmness in those brown eyes, and some unknown things, which made people look at Very heavy.

"Let's get to work!"

He said seemingly calmly.

[an underground garage]

It's been a while since Uriah opened her eyes. It took her some time to recover from the feeling of being slammed into the air with a hammer, and she had a clear basic understanding of her current situation.

She was in a closed room where she couldn't see the sun, maybe it was underground, and there was a strange smell of burning, like someone's workshop.

The incandescent lamp above her head was blindingly bright, the ceiling was not high, and an iron chain was hanging down, tying her arms. The toes were about half an arm's length from the ground, and she could barely feel her arms.

There were two bundles of white bandages piled up on the table, next to it was a black bucket containing transparent oil, which was constantly being heated, and a glass cabinet that occupied the entire wall contained candles of various shapes.

"Ha...haha...hahaha..."

Uriah laughed out loud, she felt it was ridiculous, and at the same time, she had a feeling that she had expected in her heart, she didn't know what was wrong with her, and she didn't feel so scared, but was more sarcastic.

"Sure enough, how could such a thing not happen," Uriah muttered to himself, "it would be strange if it didn't happen a few times..."

Whether it's the previous life or this life, it's the same.At first she thought it was the fate of the time traveler, but later she thought it was the cause of BAU, but now, it doesn't matter whether it is true or not, right?

Things happen, what's the use of worrying about them?

She had no other way but to get rid of it desperately.

"Dang--"

There was the sound of a key unlocking the door.

Uriah stared straight at the door as a man in a black heat-resistant apron walked in.

"Ah, you're awake, Uriah."

Neutral voice, muscular build, eight feet tall, baby face, nude/wearing an apron? !

Excuseme?

Uriah was transfixed.

The man glanced at her contemptuously, "Hmph, mediocre, you don't need to try to understand my performance art, because you can't understand it at all."

Uriah's eyes widened and her scalp tingled before she realized her hair was tied into a ponytail.

"I don't know you at all, and of course I don't understand your artistic habits." Uriah said softly, "What's your name?"

"You don't need to know, you're going to die anyway," the man picked up a thin piece of wood to spread the wax oil, and tested the temperature on the skin, "but it doesn't matter if I tell you, Mandy."

Neuropathy!

"Okay, Mandy, can you tell me, what time is it?" Uriah's eyes were on his movements, and his mind was racing with ways to escape.

"It's almost seven o'clock." Mandy pushed out a shiny human-shaped metal cage from the corner, which seemed to have been carefully maintained and cleaned. "It's strange. After being shocked, most people will wake up in about an hour or two. And you were in a coma for almost 13 hours, you were special."

Uriah quickly looked away from the metal cage, her throat was hot, as if the moisture in the air was evaporated in an instant, hot air flowed into her throat, "Are you going to kill me now?"

"Yes, smart girl."

"My, my arm hurts so much," Uriah licked his lips, and said hoarsely, "Can you, please, let me relax before I die? For example, put a stool under my feet."

Mandy ignored her.

"My request is not too much, right?" Uriah's voice showed a trace of impatience and ridicule, "You have bound me with chains and locks, so what are you afraid of?"

"Shut up! It's so noisy!" Mandy angrily pulled out a small bench from under the workbench and placed it under Uriah's feet, "You should be scared, desperate, terrified, you should be crying, screaming, begging for mercy! Maybe You won't know what's going on until I pour gasoline on you!"

"Okay, sorry." Uriah stepped on the stool with her feet on the stool, and her arms gradually regained feeling. The blood flow brought a tingling and numbness, and she frowned.

After a long time, there was only the sound of Mandy preparing tools in the workshop, which made the quietness seem extraordinarily quiet. He couldn't help but tilt his head to confirm his prey, yes, it was still there.

"Why do you keep staring at me?" Mandy didn't like her eyes, especially those gray-blue eyes, which were as cold as the moonlight.

"I was just wondering why you did this?" Uriah twitched her fingers, clenched her fists, and let go, her eyes full of curiosity, even though she wasn't curious at all.

"Why? Because this is the life I want," Mandy picked up a bucket of gasoline, shook it, and took a new bottle, "I enjoy the way people struggle to slowly burn to death in cages, Pursue the feeling of comfort and happiness of pouring wax on them, wrapping them layer by layer with white cloth, and the sense of pride when the work is finally completed! This is what I want!"

"……Oh."

"I'm going to pour oil on it now, it's a little hot, don't worry, it won't disfigure you." Mandy walked towards her step by step, holding a burning candle in one hand and a petrol can in the other.

Uriah gripped the chain tightly with both hands, waiting with bated breath.

A lot happened in the next instant.

For example, Mandy stopped and poured gasoline on her with a "wow".

For example, someone kicked the door open with a "bang", and she heard many familiar voices.

"FBI—"

"Don't move!"

"Mandy, it's all over."

The author has something to say: the last case before the ending, after that it will be a purely emotional drama...

Dystocia...it's so hot in summer...what else...

Ah, my family called me and asked me to resign immediately, saying that they found me a good job, and almost all my relatives knew about it, and then I resigned.Currently at home waiting for that great job that I have no idea what the hell it is.

As for the struggle... the situation is very complicated, and if it fails, it will be my fault.

well...my current plan is to take one step at a time.

The boat will go straight when it reaches the bridge... will it?