Mr. Landlord [Comprehensive Yingmei]

The woman who just disappeared had a nice name, Pearl, Pearl Chaucer. She was also very beautiful, with long black hair and light brown eyes. She was young and lively and worked as a real estate agent in New York.

"Fighting classes three times a week, Taekwondo red belt, and still taking boxing classes, this is not a woman who is easy to subdue." Morgan flipped through the materials at hand, Pearl devoted all his spare time to fighting classes, If it was an ordinary man who had mischievous intentions towards her, then she might let him go.

"Oh, indeed." Rossi raised her eyebrows, "She once knocked down a man who was trying to rob him, and broke the bridge of his nose."

"But there were not many traces of fighting left in her car." Reid frowned, "It should be said that there were very few, and her resistance was suppressed within a few seconds. According to the physical evidence, she should have It was pulled out of the car window."

As he spoke, he made a pulling motion.

"It's not going to be easy."

The physical evidence appraisers found fabric fibers, blood stains and traces of fingernail scratches near the car window. It is conceivable that Pearl opened the car window at that time and was dragged out of the car window by a powerful force. It was too fast and violent, and she didn't react until half of her body was pulled out of the car. After struggling desperately, she left scratches on the back seat of the car and the window, and the narrow window also scratched her skin and clothing, leaving fabric fibers and blood stains.

"I should be lucky that she's not too fat." Emily smiled wryly, "Otherwise she might have broken her ribs by the car window before she was dragged out."

"Or was he given up because he couldn't pull it out?" Garcia shrugged, "Tell me it's the latter, so I can feel better."

Hotch coughed twice, interrupting the upcoming topic, "Have you found anything about the ape hair found at the scene?"

Garcia said seriously: "No Sir, I checked all the missing cases in the database, only Pearl and—" She looked down at the notebook in her hand, "Moira Sawyer, yes, the one you said disappeared three years ago That woman, ape hair was found on both of their cases."

She said that JJ released Moira's picture on the screen.

"They were very similar," Hotch said. "Dark hair and eyes. Moira was the gym teacher at the school and coached the girls' soccer team."

"Professional women, fit and powerful." Reid summed up the commonalities of the two women, "Strong low-risk targets, when they are attacked, will definitely spare no effort to resist. If they dare to attack such targets head-on, the murderer will definitely Very confident in myself."

"And strong enough to overwhelm them in the first place," Morgan said. "Maybe he has a knife or a gun, so he's more of a deterrent."

"But then he couldn't drag the victim out of the car through the window." JJ said, "He needs to hold the weapon in at least one hand, and it is difficult to suppress the victim's counterattack with the other hand."

"Then maybe it's two people?" Emily suggested a new idea, "If it's two people, they can completely suppress the victim."

Hotch knocked on the table a few times and said, "The more important thing is what did the murderer take the victim for? Moira didn't show up for three years after she was taken away, and no one disappeared during this time, so We can presume that she has been in the hands of the murderer during this time, so there have been no new cases."

"But now Pearl's missing." Rossi sighed. "Moira's bad luck."

"Poorgirl..." Garcia looked at the smiling beautiful woman in the profile, and his voice was full of sighs.

"The plane leaves in half an hour." Hotch stood up and began to pack up the documents. "Pearl has been missing for nearly two days. The longer we delay, the less hope we will find her."

"I'll study the location of their disappearance again." Reid said, "See if I can determine the car model of the murderer."

They all disappeared on the road in the suburbs of New York, not in the village or in the store, and their car was pushed into the pond, so if they want to take them away, the murderer must have a vehicle that can transport them, and it must be unobtrusive car models.

So if it is on a road with frequent freight, a small car must be more conspicuous than a truck, while on an ordinary road, a large truck almost has a "Look at me" sign on the body.

Determining the model is undoubtedly of great help in finding the murderer.

"I'm going to compare Moira's DNA with the... er... recently discovered unidentified body information," Garcia said, "and see if I can find her."

She was a little sad as she spoke, and couldn't help sniffling and stretching out her hand to the little white ball lying on Hotch's hand.

Now only cute fluffy can heal her.

Yes, you read that right, Hotch really put Wu Cong into the conference room, after all, Wu Cong can’t stay far away from him now, and it’s just a few meters away from the next door, even the distance between his office and the conference room The few rooms in the room are far beyond the range of free activities that Wu Cong is allowed to do.

Wu Cong was not very happy, so he jumped off the table expressionlessly, avoiding Garcia's approaching hand.

He has no clothes on!

Hotch picked up Wu Cong from the ground and put it in his pocket amidst Garcia's exclamation, announcing that the meeting was over and everyone went to pack their bags and get ready to go.

Reasonably speaking, the BAU team keeps their own emergency kits in the office for business trips at any time, so they can leave at any time with just one bag. It's just a small group of protesters.

The FBI allowed him to bring his pets, but he didn’t allow him to take his pets on the field. If it was a dog, he could use the name of a police dog to fool him, but what can this little guy in his pocket that looks like the pendant on Garcia’s bag do? Police rabbit?

He didn't know how to explain it even to his own group.

After much deliberation, Wu Cong finally had to stay aggrieved in Hotch's suitcase. Hotch separated him into a separate space surrounded by Hotch's clothes. Hotch also put a box of biscuits for him. A bottle of water and a cinnamon donated by the Nine Links ensure the richness of material and spirit.

As for what to do after arriving in New York... let's talk about it.

But it's really aggrieved. Even if Hotch didn't pull the zipper of the suitcase to death, being confined in a small space is not a very comfortable thing. Fortunately, Wu Cong was used to being locked up in a coffin for decades. Besides, anyway, he is still surrounded by soft and warm clothes now, but at that time, there were only hard coffin boards around him.

After comforting himself through suffering, Wu Cong patted the clothes around him with his paws to make a small nest for himself, rolled over in the small nest and listened to their analysis of the case outside.