[Comprehensive British and American dramas] No.1 is called non-plural

"Cult?" Reid thought for a moment and shook his head. "Cults and terrorists have certain similarities. They are not willing to be buried. If they did it, they should have spoken out long ago."

"Maybe it's because things didn't blow up?" Isaac speculated.

"They have the ability to make things big, and there is no movement so far. It can only be said that the murderer did not release the statue to attract public attention."

"But the place where the statue is placed is indeed a public place." Isaac scratched his hair into a chicken coop a little annoyed, "Do you think there will be new victims?"

"I hope not." That's all Reid could say, but in his experience, that's highly unlikely.

Serial killers will only become more and more rampant, more and more addicted, and more and more out of control.There are only two ways to end all this, one is to arrest the murderer, and the other is to be kissed by the god of death.Don't believe in the set of being influenced by love, because if you are not careful, that so-called love will become a catalyst.

This can take Frank out as an example.

Reid didn't have a crow's mouth this time, and there was no new victim for several days, but Angela finally confirmed the identity of a victim through her magical hands.

"Please take a look and see if the person above is Oscar Betsy." In the FBI reception room of the building, Booth took Angela's composite photo and handed it to the two girls sitting opposite him.

The two girls picked up the photo and looked at it carefully. After a while, they put it down. One of the girls in gothic clothes gave an affirmative answer, "Yes, this is Oscar."

"Did something happen to Oscar?" asked another girl who looked a bit haggard. "It doesn't look like a nature photo."

Booth glanced at them. "Unfortunately, he has passed away."

"What?" X2.

"We found your report in the police system, so I invited you here this time to find out if Oscar has any enemies?" Booth asked.

"How could Oscar have enemies? Everyone loves Oscar!" The Gothic girl waved her hands exaggeratedly, "His attraction to girls is infinite, just like the statuette is to those stars! They They all want him, how can they be willing to let him die!"

"OK, he is very popular with girls, so, what about men? Did you feel resentful because you were robbed of your girlfriend or sweetheart?" Oscar's death is only one-fifth of the findings so far, Booth doesn't think This will involve love killing, but he needs to have a detailed understanding of that man's social circle and relationship network.

"Come on." The gothic girl had heavy makeup on her face, her expression was sad and happy, and she looked a little weird, "Instead of feeling resentful, it's better to find an excuse to have a gun with him."

As a traditional straight man, Booth said that he doesn't quite understand your thoughts.He asked unwillingly, "Is it true that no one has resentment against him?"

The other girl who hadn't spoken much hesitated for a moment, but she still spoke, "It's not that there is nothing, but..."

"But what?" Booth perked up.

"It's not a man, it's Oscar's other girlfriend," she said.

"Girlfriend? Another one?" Booth quickly responded, "How many girlfriends does Oscar have? Both of you are his girlfriends?"

God proves that at first, he hadn't thought it wrong at all, and thought that the two girls were one with the other.

"That's right." The Gothic girl admitted nonchalantly, "Don't be so surprised, it's the 21st century now, as long as you like it, it's not against the law."

"Tell me about the girlfriend who wasn't there." Booth said solemnly.

"To be honest, I don't know her." The gothic girl glanced at the haggard girl, "Did Oscar tell you about her?"

"No, Oscar has always been very considerate and never divulged other people's privacy." The haggard girl said, she noticed Booth's gaze, "Josie and I know each other because I introduced Oscar to him in the first place."

"But the other one was dated by Oscar himself, and we're not interested in knowing about it." The goth girl named Josie said nonchalantly, "The time we have Oscar is all divided, as long as she doesn't occupy my time, I whoever she is."

"What do you mean by dividing the time?" Booth asked.

"I have Oscar's Mondays and Thursdays, and Uly has Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Fridays." The goth girl didn't hide, "The weekends belong to that unknown chick."

"Did Oscar really never talk about her at all?"

"Why do we talk about it? We want to be happy together, who would say bad things?" said the Goth girl.

"Oscar told me something." The haggard girl's voice was still hesitant, "He... looked down on that person, and when he talked about her, his tone was mocking."

"What?" The goth girl was very angry, "Did that bitch speak ill of me behind my back?"

"No, he loves you to death." The haggard girl's voice was weak, "He just thinks that person is stupid."

"Then why didn't he break up?" Booth interjected.

"If he left her, who would give him the money to buy those irresistible and happy little things like heaven." After Oscar bumped into me and him in bed, maybe even now, she still thinks that the money she gave Oscar is to let him quit drugs and lay the foundation for a better life in the future."

Different people have different standards for things like values. What Booth felt was a nice girl who had been cheated on, but the other two didn't feel that way at all, they just thought it was stupid to start a family with Oscar and settle down.

"You really don't know her information? Name, job or any other clues?" Although Booth had some sympathy for the girl, he still decided to find her out.

"As I said, Oscar is a very qualified confidentiality keeper. He can only make complaints at most. Even so, he will not reveal the identity of the person who was complained about." The haggard girl said.

"Then can you cooperate to make a portrait?" Booth asked.

"It's been so long that I can't remember clearly." Don't be kidding, it's not like she has a photographic memory.

Although there are no more clues to be obtained, it is not without gain.After confirming that there was nothing more to ask, Booth ended the interview.

"Can you leave me a phone number?" The gothic girl winked at Booth when she walked to the door, "If I remember something, maybe I can tell you as soon as possible."

Booth pulled out a business card, "It has my office number on it."

"Don't you have a private number?" The Gothic girl looked particularly disappointed.

Booth kept smiling politely and sent them out the door.

Just kidding, he has a girlfriend who wants to propose marriage, even if he doesn't, such a girl is not his type.

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In the small opinion conference room in the Hoover Building, the men in charge of the case were discussing it.Because this is the Edgar Hoover Building, some monitoring equipment is almost standard, so the conversation between Booth and the two girls was clearly transmitted, matching the screen, although the effect is not as good as the scene, but it is also not bad.

As soon as Booth came in, he got a few teasing looks.

As an FBI who has experienced countless big scenes, Booth was very calm and threw the notebook on the table, "What do you think?"

"We need to find Oscar's third girlfriend," Sweets said.

"Uly said that she was caught in Oscar's apartment once, and we may try to get the surveillance video of Oscar's apartment." Morgan said, "The lady firmly believes in her relationship with Oscar and thinks that she can have a relationship with him. To develop a stable relationship, then it must be that Oscar's obvious advantages have covered up his shortcomings, and a decent residence is essential."

For a residence that can give people a sense of security, the nearby supporting facilities must not be bad.

A map popped up on the display at the right time, then zoomed in and out, and finally froze.

"This place is good." Garcia's voice came out from the speaker, "There are many shops nearby, even if the apartment building itself has no surveillance video, you still have at least four alternatives."

Thanks to high technology, Oscar's third girlfriend surfaced.

It is somewhat surprising that this girl named Edith Samson does not live in Washington, she is a nursing student at the University of Virginia.

Booth decides to visit her, along with self-recommended Isaac and Sweets.Probably in line with the principle of 'do not expose family ugliness', this time Booth did not directly reject Sweets.

Sweets breathed a sigh of relief as he sat in the back seat of the car.After working with BAU, his desire to go to the field became stronger.

The University of Virginia is not far from Washington, and Booth arrived there smoothly after spending three hours on the road.

In Uly's description, Edith Samson is a boring, old-fashioned nerd, but the last person who appeared in front of Booth and the others was a young and beautiful little girl who was immersed in love at first sight.

This image deviation is a bit big.

Booth stood in front, and Isaac, who was a little behind, met Sweets' eyes very quickly and then moved away, with a doubt in mind.

"Edith Samson?" Booth probably felt a little uncertain, and asked again.

"That's right, it's me." Edith Samson looked very calm, "Someone told me that the FBI is looking for me, can you tell me why?"

"Oscar Betsy is dead," said Booth.

"Oh." Edith Samson looked unsurprised.

"You know?" Sweets asked, staring into Edith Samson's face.

"I just found out," Edith Samson said.

"You don't feel sad, you're sad or something…" Booth took a step back, handing the reins to Sweets.

"A scum who hurt me once died, why should I be sad?" Edith Samson asked a little surprised, "It's already showing respect for life by not going to celebrate with fireworks."

"Well, I once heard that you love Oscar very much." Sweets said, "but he hurt you, you can express your feelings according to your heart, whether it is sad or happy, it is understandable .”

"I won't waste my experience on unnecessary places, especially if I can't change anything." Edith Samson's tone was very relaxed, "I'm only grateful for the life I have now. If I really married Oscar Betsy, That was the nightmare."

"why?"

"Don't you guys know the bloody family tradition?" Edith Samson asked back. "His father had five wives who lived together, and Betsy had more than 30 siblings. Can you understand what that means? You Still think I shouldn't be grateful for my timely awakening?"

"You lose time, energy, and money..."

"Just think of it as the price I paid for being young and ignorant." Edith said nonchalantly, at this moment, her cell phone rang, she hurriedly pressed it, and then said to Booth, "Is there anything else? My boyfriend and I There is an appointment in a while."