[Comprehensive Yingmei] I am not I do not have

Crawford didn't bring his other detectives over, and the on-site evidence collection and filming work was over, but Crawford told them not to rush to move the body, and they had to wait for Will to come.

Will lifted up the bright yellow warning belt, bent down and drilled in, pinching a few building structure drawings in his hand. It turned out to be a steel secondary processing plant, with one floor, ten meters high, and a building area of ​​[-]. One hundred square meters.But now the reinforced concrete building has completely collapsed. Dark brown steel bars protrude from the cracked concrete slabs, and a layer of dust has fallen between the spiral lines.

The warning tape only circled around the front of the crime scene. This thing couldn't stop people who wanted to go in, it was just a warning sign.In front of the ruins on the right, there is a circular area with a diameter of about [-] feet that was marked with chalk by the detectives, and the two corpses lie in this circular area.

The gravel around the circular area was cleaned up according to a certain shape, and the traces of the two pairs of wings on the ground were burned into black.Two pairs of huge wings unfolded from the back of the corpse, which was very spectacular.Thirteen feet long on one side, the bodies were so close together that the wing marks between the bodies partially overlapped.

The victim, Craigie Baker, 20 years old, a college student, has full and full wings behind him; Majerry Carter, 45 years old, a lawyer, can see a huge skeleton covered by scattered feathers behind him .

Will looked at the photo he took before clearing the stones. There was no gravel in the circled area, as if something was protecting the corpses in the circle, and the thick layer of gray on the ground covered them. There were traces of wings, and a layer of dust fell on the two corpses, but the skin could still be seen.

On the ground between the two, there are two puddles of solidified metal reflecting silver-white light, and a piece of black blood that cannot be cleaned off from the dust. This blood does not belong to the victim, it should be left by the murderer Yes, but there was no match in the database, and the killer had no criminal record.

The building has been abandoned for 23 months and has not been demolished, and no business or individual has a blasting record, but the building collapsed after the two bodies were abandoned here, and the detectives found no explosives of any kind Mark of.There has been no definitive conclusion as to what material caused the scorched marks on the ground, and the current results of the chemical test report show that there is not even a trace of burnt residue.

At present, the cause of death of the two victims is suffocation caused by the rope that created the strangle mark on the neck. There may be a more complete conclusion after laboratory analysis. Beverly is an expert in fiber analysis.

Will bypassed the cleared area and stood on a cement prefabricated slab in the ruins. He looked down at the two corpses at a height of half a meter. He breathed a few times. The smell of dust was still in the air, which made Will feel His nose was itchy, he slowly closed his eyes, and a golden pendulum appeared in his vision, swinging left and right with light trails.

Crawford watched Will from outside the cordon.

In Will's imagination, all the broken stones re-established the abandoned factory in a video upside-down manner, and the dust drifted away from the ground, forming a cloud of smoke under the sunlight shining through the leaves.

After the factory was restored to its original appearance, the scorched wings disappeared instantly, and the bloodstains on the victim's neck also disappeared, and the two stood up in Will's vision.

"They're fighting." Will muttered to himself, and the posture of Craigie Baker and Marjerry Carter on the ground showed their aggressive posture before they fell. "Both of them are attacking the murderer."

"The murderer killed them in defense, after he was wounded." Will's camera shifted to where the blood was, putting himself in the role of the murderer, Craigie stabbing him from below, but Margery Killed before that.The killer wraps some sort of string or wire around Majry's neck five times and strangles him, but the position just leaves the back free, and Craigie hits his back, and that's it. The killer didn't have time to wrap seven wires around Craigie's neck and strangle him.

The picture suddenly freezes at the scene of Craigie and Margery attacking Will. Will purses his lips and temporarily skips this part. The picture changes to the corpses of Craigie and Margery lying on the ground, but the The traces haven't appeared yet, Will doesn't know what tool the murderer used, skip this section, and then the collapsed building, ignoring the unknown cause of the collapse, the appearance of this neat circular empty area is like a scene from a sci-fi movie. in the protective cover.

Will shook his head, opening his eyes and letting the bright light pull him out of his imagination.He looked up blankly at the green forest belt composed of thin trees in the original place, and couldn't find a way to connect this reasoning. For the first time, he got stuck in his imagination, and there was too much information missing here.

And the emotion... the murderer seems to be defensive, which doesn't explain the sadistic strangulation on the neck, suffocation is a method of killing that is tied to strength and sex, but this time Will didn't feel that emotion .On the contrary, the attack on the two victims is very strong, not like a self-defense defense after being attacked by a serial killer who commits crimes all year round.

But the last victim of the hangman was found in Virginia just a month ago. When the last victim was found in the woods by the highway patrolman, most of his body had been eaten by the birds and beasts in the jungle, and he could only barely recognize it. That was the style of the Hangman, who was killed a month or two ago.

The murderer had no intention of reforming himself.It's too hard for a serial killer, there's only weariness on them, there's no repentance.

A black Chevrolet Impala drove towards the ruins and stopped not far from Crawford.

Sam patted Dean's arm holding the steering wheel, "Look at the people over there, it looks like the FBI."

"You can't see a man in a suit who shows up near a crime scene and say it's the FBI, do you still think about the 'not a monster but a serial killer' idea from your childhood?"

"That SUV," Sam's mouth twitched, "is standard equipment for FBI travel."

"That's not necessarily the case, you see we are not." Dean patted the black suit on his body, found two FBI IDs from various IDs in the iron box, and threw one to Sam who was still watching, "Don't look at the man, the man standing on the ruins opposite doesn't look like an FBI, it's more like he drank too much beer after fishing and didn't recover. Maybe it's just a passerby with nothing to do to take a look. The police haven't taken it away yet. dead body, we have to hurry, honestly no one likes the freezing cold of the forensic room."

"Sam Styles." Sam glanced at the pseudonym on the ID, "Is yours the one of Dean Medoc?"

"Yep." Dean had already got out of the car and was banging on the roof to urge Sam to get out.

Sam got out of the car and walked directly around the cordon that only surrounded one side with Dean. He heard Dean muttering in a low voice, "Didn't the police have money to buy a cordon recently?"

Will saw the two men walking up the ruins, but their formal attire made Will frown in confusion.

Now that Will has looked over, Dean and Sam can't pretend not to see this 'irrelevant person'.

The two walked up to Will and showed the FBI ID in his wallet. Dean said, "Hello, sir, we are FBI agents who are here to investigate this case. I am Dean Medoc, this It's my partner, Sam Styles, and this is a crime scene."

"I know." Will said, he had never seen these two agents in Quantico, and Crawford was walking this way out of the corner of his eye, which made Will purse his lips and did not continue.

"Sir, I hope you leave the scene of the crime. Of course, if you have any information about the case that the police do not currently know..."

"FBI agent?" Crawford walked over and looked at the two for a while, "This is Will Graham, special agent of the FBI, and I'm Jack Crawford, the chief of the Department of Behavioral Sciences , This case is taken over by us, I have not received any documents from other departments to take care of this matter."

Dean winked at Sam 'Behavioral Sciences? ! '

Sam' The last time we bumped into the Behavior Analysis department, two departments not one. '

'Oh, like this. "Dean just let go of his mind, he has a deep shadow on the Behavior Analysis Department, and then Sam's eyes lifted his heart again, "But there is no difference in the research direction of the two departments, and the Behavioral Science Department is even more The Behavior Analysis Department was established earlier. '

'**! '

Dean scolded the damn profiler in his heart, with a serious expression on his face, "The deputy director of the National Defense Committee in Washington sent us over."

"Which Deputy Minister?" Crawford asked.

"Mike Caesar," Sam replied, Crawford annoyed with the confidence that this case must be ours, and he couldn't remember the Deputy Secretary's name.Crawford was rarely involved in the politics at the Hoover Building in Washington.

"What's your order number?"

"Are you kidding me?" Dean asked.

"Don't be so troublesome, call our Deputy Minister." Sam skillfully pulled out a business card with the FBI logo from the business card holder and handed it to Crawford, "He will make it clear to you. "

Crawford took his business card and went to the side to make a call. The person on the line was an office worker. Crawford asked him to transfer Deputy Minister Mike Caesar, "Hello, Minister Caesar, I am from BSU. Jack Crawford, I want to get to know two people from your department, Sam Stiles and Dean Medoc. They are interfering with my case."

"Are you questioning our authorities?" Bobby took a bottle of beer from the refrigerator while holding the phone, not in a hurry to close the refrigerator door, the voice was too loud, he said skillfully, still thinking Witcher notes on the table.

"No, sir, but we have the case."

"You can fool me, but I've checked, the National Defense Council has jurisdiction, or am I mistaken?"

"No, the Defense Council does have jurisdiction."

"Fine, if you want to waste my time next time..."

"But this is not your case, sir!"

The roar from the other side startled Bobby, most of the FBI agents would shut up at such a time, wait for his disguised vice minister of the committee to finish scolding, and then obediently leave the case to the pretending FBI agent to inquire about the news the witcher.There were five or six telephones by Poppy's desk, which were specially used to deal with the problem of witcher camouflage loopholes and finding monster information in a pile of spell books and legends.

"I said," Crawford interrupted before Poppy got to the point.

"Deputy Minister Caesar, you can't take the case away just because Craigie Baker is the son of Commissioner Baker of the National Defense Committee!!! This hangman has been wandering for ten years, and this is the most likely time for us to catch him. Serial murders are not the investigation direction of the National Defense Commission's detectives, you can't just focus on the death of Craigie Baker."

Bobby was silent for a while, "Okay, I'll let them not intervene for the time being." If he continued to insist, he felt that he might lose his way.

Crawford looked at the hung up phone, glared at Dean and Sam, "Did you hear that? What are you doing here?"

When Dean and Sam got back in the car, Sam said, "We're going to do it the old way."

"Come to see at night, the corpse has been taken away, go pick the lock." Dean said, "Did you hear what they said? Hangman, the code name of a serial killer who has been around for ten years, maybe your The dream of catching a serial killer is about to come true."

Sam's expression was indescribable, "If a serial killer can kill an angel, then this becomes a supernatural case, and it's up to us again."

Dean shrugged, "How do you think I'm praying for Cass to come and help us steal information from the police station? He can teleport, and he asked us to investigate the case of the angel being killed."