[Comprehensive Yingmei] I am not I do not have

Will was sitting in the hotel room, and Crawford found him all the files about the 'hangman', and he spread the photos on the ground in chronological order, with a night fog-colored carpet on the ground, The underpile of the rug was worn rough, but at least it kept Will's legs from getting so cold.

There is a desk next to the bed with half a leftover sandwich and coffee on it, and a cork board hanging on the wall, Will likes the design, it allows him to pin a map to the cork board, marking a few Red dot.

Crawford didn't let Will go back to Virginia, and he rushed to Washington overnight-for the National Defense Committee, it probably took him a few days.

The flash of inspiration that Will wanted didn't come to his mind, he only thought about Mooko.He took off the glasses on the bridge of his nose, pinched the place where the glasses left two small oval marks, got up and drew the curtains to block out the night outside the window, walked to the table and stared at the map under the light, trying to Then connect several cases into a line.

The first case was 13 years ago. On June 234th, the deceased Maren Leonard was found in Manassas, Virginia. If you take the [-] state highway, it only takes half For hours, The Hangman was bold.However, after Leonard's body was discovered, it was treated as a simple murder case and handed over to the homicide department of the local police station. They did not find the murderer. The files contained some interrogation records of the suspects that the police station believed. Will see It is concluded that this has nothing to do with these few suspects who have interests or emotional involvement with Leonard and the case.

Of course they couldn't find it. Will felt that his heels were sore from standing on the table like this. He pulled the stool away and sat down. He pushed the sandwich to the other corner of the table so that the smell of the food would not interfere with his thinking.But gradually, all he had in his mind was the map and the documents he had browsed through.

The body of Maren Leonard had been buried long ago, and all that was left to Will were some yellowed corpse photos and forensic records. The marks on the neck were caused at one time, and the hangman did not hesitate. He was experienced and organized. Not a psychopath ruled by mad emotions, he knows what he's doing like an executioner knows what he's doing.

The hangman was silent for two years after that, before killing two men in Fairfax and Morrisville, less than three months apart.From this case, the Hangman case was officially taken over by the FBI.

In the six years since then, two or three detectives have looked into the case, with little success.In the following three years, Detective Climans Hall took over the case with full authority, and the case made great progress. During these three years, the hangman still committed crimes within the state of Virginia.The hangman had no desire to show off, he hadn't sent any letters or items to the FBI in more than a decade, and he hadn't responded to the FBI's few probing press statements, and he didn't care.

But he did kill Clemens Hall himself, and he was following the FBI's movements.And Hall is also the first victim to be killed by a hangman outside Virginia in 11 years. The FBI found Hall's body in Iowa, which was half a month after Hall was killed by a hangman. up.Hall did not have any travel records to Iowa, did not fly, did not use a credit card, and even his car was still parked in Washington. If his wife hadn't reported the disappearance to Hall's colleagues, he might still be a few years away. months to be discovered.

After killing Hall, the hangman returned to Virginia to kill a man, and last year, two bodies were found in Maryland, and now, in Pennsylvania.

He added new "ornaments" to the two dead bodies in Pennsylvania, two pairs of wings.When Will stood high and looked down at the two corpses, the two pairs of huge wings on his back reminded him of an angel.But this is different from the work of the angel maker. The person who draws such traces is an artist.

A serial killer who is calm, restrained, has rules and aesthetics, but is relatively freewheeling.Will couldn't figure out for the time being when his next kill might be, it might be tomorrow, or it might never be, which gave him more of an annoyance than a sense of urgency.

Craigie Baker and Marjerry Carter were special, and Will called himself an idiot in his head, and everyone knew that, but the question was what their specialness meant to the Hangman.

The previous victims had no age, gender, race, or occupation restrictions, and Craigie Baker and Marjerry Carter seemed unrelated, except for one thing, they were both devout believers.

So did the hangman give them angel wings?No, Will took a few steps back, killing them wasn't a form of sublimation or coronation of the victims.

Will felt that his head was swollen. After Dr. Sucliffe was killed, Will did not continue to go for brain examinations, but he found that he didn't sweat so much recently, and he didn't lose time anymore, and his headache eased a lot. But he still has a headache when he thinks, and he thinks it may be because of the content of thinking.Hannibal was amazed at his transformation.

He went into the bathroom and turned on the faucet beside the sink, and splashed a handful of cold water on his face. The cold water cooled the heat on his face a little, but it didn't have the clear-headed feeling he wanted.After looking at himself in the mirror for a while, Will returned to the room and threw down the stacks of papers on the bed, pulled the quilt and got in, lay on his side on the pillow, with his back to the documents, and called Muke.

It was three o'clock in the morning, and Will only remembered the moment the phone was connected, which made him a little regretful.

"Will? Are you still asleep?" Mu Ke's voice sounded very gentle.

"I just finished reading the case file."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"No, not at all, I'm slow thinking now." Will closed his eyes, put all his hands under the quilt, and kept the phone on his ear without sliding down.

"Okay," Mu Ke smiled, "Where are you now?"

"The hotel in Pittsburgh, I took a look at the bill signed by Crawford. It's not cheap, but the bed makes my back uncomfortable. I miss your bed. It's not soft, but it's very comfortable."

"You have the key, Will."

"I still have dogs."

After Will finished speaking, he heard Muke's complaining nasal voice, and a toothy smile hung on his face, "What are you doing now? I heard the wind."

"Wandering in the garden of the hospital for a while, I slept for too long during the day, and now I can't sleep. It's too boring to lie in bed. I'm going to go through the discharge procedures tomorrow."

"Your wounds are not healed yet."

"I can handle the rest myself. I have studied medicine and have been injured."

Will bit his lip, "Well, I actually missed you."

"I know, me too." Muke sighed, the sound made Will's ears itchy, but it also soothed his nerves knotted by the case, and Will felt that he was about to fall asleep.

"What are you going to do tomorrow?" Mu Ke asked.

"At one more crime scene, Jack was asking if I'd like to go to Iowa, where there were dead bodies. I'm still thinking about going to Quantico's lab if I want to come back to see you. , Jack can't do anything to me, and I really need information right now."

Most of the hangman's victims have been buried, and now only Craigie Baker and Marjerry Carter and the body found on the side of the highway will be sent to the laboratory.Maybe Beverly, Price, and Zeller are also staying up late at work.

"I didn't urge you to come back, I just want to listen to your itinerary and let you go to sleep." Mu Ke said softly, "Don't continue to think about things that stimulate your nerves. Your brain needs to be calm. Unless... "

"Unless what?" Will was actually fast asleep.

"Unless you want a phone sex."

Will felt the phone slipped from his face, and he felt that Mu Ke had become more and more bold recently, "Actually, I would rather see you in person."

"Then you should get a good night's sleep and solve this case as soon as possible."

"OK, good night."

"Good night." Will hangs up the phone and falls asleep.

Mu Ke put the phone back into the pocket of the hospital gown, looked up at the two Winchester brothers standing aside, "You keep talking, what do you want me for?"

Dean had a weird expression on his face, "Will Graham is your boyfriend?"

"Yes, he is, is there any problem?" Mu Ke said calmly.

"The case he's working on is the case we want your help with. We got kicked out by his superiors yesterday," Dean said.

"Why are you looking for me? Since Casidio is your guardian angel, her power is enough to solve most cases in the world."

"I thought so too, but he said he was busy looking into something else, and when I told him about your last appearance, he said we could come to you. Wait, why did you use 'her'?"

"If not 'she', what should I use, 'he'?"

"He, Casta," Dean thought for a long time before organizing his words under Mu Ke's gaze, "he is using a male container now, Casta used to wear skirts?"

"Yes, she... He was using a female container, and women didn't wear pants at that time." Muke had seen the angel Cassidio before, probably in the nineteenth century, Cassidio and others All the angels came to the world to perform tasks, and Mu Ke was taken by Yan Qing to watch the angels.Muke can see the dazzlingly bright spirit body that the angel resides in the human container.

"It's a pity that there was no camera to take a picture as a souvenir at that time."

Sam looked at Dean with disgust.

"Actually there were cameras back then, and I had a picture too."

"Wow!" Dean sighed, revealing that he wanted to take a look at the photos.

Mu Ke looked at Dean's expression and hesitated for a while, "You know the danger of Nephilim*?"

"what?"

Sam quickly bumped his brother with his elbow, "Let's talk business, don't talk about it."

"Cough," Dean cleared his throat, "there's an angel's body and a fallen angel's body in Pittsburgh, Cass please let us find out who killed them, creatures that can kill angels are tricky, we I want someone to help me."

"Pittsburgh? In a scrap steel mill?"

"Yes, there used to be a steel factory there, but now it's in ruins."

"I killed those two angels."

Sam and Dean looked at each other, "Who are you talking about?!"