[Comprehensive British and American] HE saves the world

"The first murder occurred in the Metropolis, on October 10st, Halloween. The police found Lex Luthor, the chairman of the Lex Group, murdered in his top office. He was shot twice in the head , were all shot from the front. The murderer left the words 'RACHE' in Luther's blood on the glass at the scene."

Derek Morgan posted photos one by one on the whiteboard in the meeting room, and pointed to the ones belonging to Lex Luthor.

The first photo is a close-up of a middle-aged man's head. The dead man's eyes are wide open, and he seems completely unable to understand what happened. There are two bullet holes in his shiny bald head, and the traces of blood are still flowing across his belt. scowling face.

The second photo is a frontal panorama. Behind Chairman Lex, who was shot on his back and killed on his seat, on the panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows, a huge line of blood was written in his blood.

RACHE

The third photo is a daily photo of Lex Luthor. It is not accurate to say that it is a daily photo. It is obviously a photo cut from some media report—or it is simply a campaign prepared by Lex Luthor himself. photo.The bald man, wearing an elite three-piece suit, waved his hands at the camera like Hitler, preaching to the audience arrogantly and passionately.

The fourth photo is another close-up of his whole body. There are many typed documents scattered on his body, which are filled with the crimes of Lex Luthor and the criminal facts of the Lex Group.The white A4 printing paper piled up like snowflakes, almost burying the man's feet.

"Because Lex Luthor himself is currently running for president, and he is an unwavering advocate of the threat of Superman, he has done a lot to murder Superman in the past..." Derek Morgan shrugged when he said this "Let's put it bluntly, it's a criminal act. Because Luthor has too many enemies and the scope of the suspect's target is too wide, the investigation stalled at the beginning."

"This is really normal." Harvey Bullock took the donut and bit off half of it in one bite, "The three major crises in Metropolis——alien attack, monster attack, Luthor attack①. Think Considering all the shitty things he did to kill Superman before, it's strange that no one has killed him until now."

Derek Morgan paused, and before he said anything, Emily Prentiss clicked on the photos in the next row, and changed the subject calmly.

"The second victim, Jimmy Corrigan. He was a member of the technical team of the Gotham Police Department. He was murdered in his home on the night of November 11st. I think you should be familiar with him."

In the photo, a policeman with golden brown hair died tragically in the corner. He was shot twice in the back of the head and fell to the ground while kneeling with his hands on his head. Emily Prantis drew around him with a pen in her hand. He made a circle, signaling the police officers to pay attention to the posture of the deceased.

"A very standard execution posture. Our unknown suspect should have held a gun to force Officer Corrigan to kneel in a corner and pose for execution. Like Luthor, the unknown suspect also shot Corrigan twice."

"The killing intent is really determined." Harvey Bullock narrowed his eyes, and after a while, he stuffed the remaining half of the donut into his mouth, "In terms of Corrigan's 'trading range', if you want It's hard to find out who killed him, isn't it. More than half of the homicide squad knows this guy's hands and feet are dirty, and Black Mask, Penguin, and guys like Maroni and Falcone There are deals. Huh, but I also say, this is not their method."

Harvey Bullock roughly wiped his syrup-stained fingers near the pockets of his windbreaker, and sat with his legs spread apart like he was some kind of third-rate villain in an animated movie—or a buffoon—but his His eyes were calm and sharp, and he clicked some photos in the air.

"I'm familiar with the methods and styles of those guys. I'll bet you with my decades of experience in criminal police, this guy is a newcomer."

Emily looked at the scene photos on the whiteboard. On the wall facing the fallen Corrigan, someone also wrote a huge line of "RACHE" in his blood.On his body, there are also scattered papers with crimes such as reselling evidence, colluding with gangsters, and colluding with corrupt police officers.

"Thanks to the murderer's 'kindness', our police station was extremely busy last month." A black male police detective with a mustache sighed, "The murderer also disclosed the information to the media, so Guys, those reporters are driving people nuts. We're satisfied we got rid of all the cops involved, and I'm glad we got rid of the scum in the force, but with that, we're now in a deadly understaffed. God, I can't even count how many days I haven't been home, maybe a month."

Aaron Hotchner glanced across the faces of the police officers present. Indeed, he had to admit that each of them looked tired, and it could be seen that what the police detective said was true.

"The third murder occurred in Washington. The victim used to be a judge in Gotham. After the new mayor took office, he was fired for corruption and malfeasance... This is why we focused on Gotham."

Emily Prentice went on.She clicked on the photos of the victims in the third row.

The same method, the same execution posture and two shots in the back of the head, also wrote "RACHE" on the full-length mirror with the victim's blood.

At this moment, someone hastily opened the door and came in, and the police officers crowded at the door hurriedly made way for the visitor.A red-haired middle-aged man walked up to the BAU team. He was wearing a very old jacket. I don’t know if it was because no one had washed it for him recently. The jacket looked dull and old, and even the collar was frayed and white. .The man had a thick beard, the beard and hair were mixed with some gray, and it was messy due to neglect. His eye sockets were deeply sunken, and deep wrinkles were carved on the corners of his eyes and forehead.

"Sorry. I've been delayed by something at home."

He said so, anyone can see the tiredness on his face.Harvey Bullock patted him on the shoulder understandingly.The man wiped his face, sighed, and shook hands with Aaron Hotchner and David Rossi respectively.

"James Gordon." The director of GCPD introduced himself like this, and hurriedly took out his notebook from his jacket pocket, "I hope I didn't delay your business."

"Never mind, are you ready to start now, Chief?"

David Rossi nodded.I made an assessment for Director Gordon in my heart.

An old-fashioned, upstanding cop, but not a pedantic one, nor one who clings to his so-called honor and refuses help.If you want to find a cooperative entry point in the Gotham Police Department, he should be the best choice.If he can let the other party see his sincerity, he will give a part of his trust and cooperate more with their work.

but……

James Gordon should have encountered great changes in his family recently. Judging from what the female police officer said before, it should be that his daughter was seriously injured and hospitalized.Judging from the sympathetic attitude of everyone in the police station to him, and the comforting actions of the veteran police detective, the possibility of his daughter being seriously injured or even disabled by criminals' revenge is very high...

David Rossi exchanged a look with Aaron Hotchner and walked over to James Gordon.

The city of Gotham has its unique regional culture.Even the lunatics here are different from other places.The thinking circuits of super criminals headed by clowns are more unpredictable than similar serial killers. For the sake of insurance, before making a psychological profile, the BAU team is willing to listen to more opinions from some local people. local culture.

"We would like to ask the opinion of the police officer who was the first to arrive at the crime scene after Corrigan was killed." Aaron Hotchner cast his gaze on the man who made room for Gordon. "I think it was Detective Bullock." and……"

"Me." The young blond female police officer took a step forward, it was Anne who had brought them here and arranged the conference room earlier, "At that time, Detective Bullock and I were patrolling the street, and we arrived after receiving the 911 call The scene, and then I saw..."

Her words froze.Harvey Bullock took it.

"Seeing that the door to Corrigan's house was open and it was his neighbor who called the police because they heard the gunshots, it didn't feel right. We went to the scene and checked first to make sure there was no one in the room. Then we saw Corrigan's body. It was lying there just like in the photo. Although I knew that this kid would not survive seeing his injuries, I still measured his pulse. His body temperature hadn't completely cooled down, but his breathing and pulse Stopped, the murderer's technique was very professional, and the positions of the two shots were very precise."

When Harvey Bullock said this, he couldn't help but sneered.

"At that time, as soon as I looked up, I saw the words, 'RACHE'. At that time, I was thinking, hey, this time the murderer is still a Sherlock Holmes fan."

Aaron Hotchner didn't have a hard time understanding what Harvey Bullock meant.He turned his head and looked at the biggest bookworm in his team.

Spencer Reid looked at the names, rubbing his fingers behind his ears and jaw, as if he was thinking about something.

"What were you thinking?" Hodge asked.

"I'm thinking about the first case." Rhett stepped back a little, his eyes wandering back and forth across the photo.

He spoke quickly and stated what seemed to him very unnatural.

"From the circumstances of the second and third victims, it is very likely that our unknown suspect is a victim of judicial injustice in Gotham, or a victim's family."

He clicked "RACHE".

"The word is German for 'revenge', but it became widely known in Conan Doyle's mystery novel A Study in Scarlet, in which the murderer indirectly kills his fiancée's father in order to pay for his fiancée's murder. He took revenge on the man who killed his fiancée, hunted them across the continent of Europe, and after finally killing each other, the murderer wrote the word 'RACHE' in their blood.

"Our unknown suspect has a sense of ritual. He deliberately used the execution posture and this iconic word, which shows that this is an obvious revenge case. According to the identity of the victim, I think the unknown suspect should be from Gotham , I think I have suffered a huge loss from the injustice of justice in Gotham. The unknown suspect may consider himself a victim, or it may be that the unknown suspect’s lover and direct blood relatives have been hurt. That’s why the unknown suspect chooses such a method. Ways to make your presence known and find fairness."

Red nods Luthor's name in confusion.

"But I haven't figured out why the unknown suspect killed Luthor."

Meanwhile, under the leaden clouds of Gotham, in the incessant rain, Ida plays the cello in front of the French windows of the Grand Hotel.

She closed her eyes, listening to the sound of the piano slowly flowing on the strings.The sound of the rain outside the window seems to separate all the hustle and bustle. In the cold and gloomy air, the sound of the piano is like an autumn river, passing through the fir forest gently and darkly, and flowing through the decayed and gloomy green.The shadow is extremely low, like the sound of a piano is so calm and depressing.

Chopin's Cello Concerto seems to be suitable for such a rainy night.Beautiful and gloomy sadness.

At the end of the song, Ada put down her bowstring, and AI came over in due time and handed her the brewed black tea.

"You seem to have been quite addicted to playing the cello these days," it said.

"It's rare to load this data skill, isn't it a loss if you don't use it well?"

Ada took a sip of black tea and slowly relaxed her shoulders.

"Besides, playing the violin helps to organize our thoughts. We have very important things to do tonight, don't we?"

"So, do you want to have dinner first?" AI asked intimately, "The restaurant in this hotel has very good reviews."

"Call room service. Let them deliver it." Ada said a little sleepily, "In our current situation, it would be better to have fewer witnesses."

"I've already shouted." The AI ​​looked down at the watch very anthropomorphically, "It should be here soon."

As if echoing the AI's words, there was a knock on the door. AI bowed slightly to her and left the French window.

Not long after, the AI ​​had already pushed the dining cart in, and quickly arranged dinner on a nearby small table.

Ada put down the cello, sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, ate steak and watched the night scene outside the window.

Everything in Gotham was not much different from the past. After looking at it for a while, she withdrew her gaze and landed on her cello.

"No matter how many times I watch it, I feel..." Ada couldn't help but sigh, "It's amazing that this cello can really play music."

No matter how you look at it, it doesn’t have that function, this piano.

AI nodded: "And the sound quality is still very good, it won't lose its color in this rainy day."

Yes.

Ada was very puzzled.

It is obviously a fake piano...

"But in this way, the people in the hotel should not have any doubts."

Ada cuts another steak and puts it gracefully into her mouth with the fork.

"When I came in with this cello on my back, the front desk looked at me as if I was the leading actor in "This Killer Is Not So Cold."

How many years has it been now?The old-fashioned meme of using cello and violin cases as weapons is no longer being played!Sober up!

"Because this is Gotham. There will never be a shortage of gangsters or lunatics who like to do this." AI said lightly, "In fact, their understanding is indeed correct, isn't it?"

"……makes sense."

Ada smiled self-deprecatingly, and took a sip of red wine from her glass.

After eating the last piece of steak, she put down the knife and fork, wiped her mouth with a napkin, and stood up with the table.

"All right."

she said with a smile.

"It's almost time to start exercising after cooking."

And the Gotham Police Department on the other side.

After finally flipping through the materials, Reid suddenly asked a question.

"Who do you think wants Lex Luthor dead the most?"

The author has something to say:

Note: ①The Three Major Attacks on the Metropolis came from the Superman comics, and it was Perry, the editor-in-chief of the Daily Planet, who complained about Luthor. If I remember correctly, the source should be All-Star Superman, or I may have misremembered.Too lazy to research.Anyway, it must be from the original work.Anyone who remembers the source is welcome to tell me so I can correct it.

The dead Luthor was the bald Luthor in All-Star Superman.Not handsome curly hair.The bald Luthor is old and ugly, don't be curious to search, not every bald man can be handsome as Professor X.Luther couldn't.Don't act dead, be nice to your eyes (speaking earnestly).

In order to play tricks, the heroine played Chopin's Cello Sonata in G minor, Op.65 (the first movement) (CelloSonatainGminorOp.65:I.AllegroModerato) in the rain. If you are interested, you can listen to it yourself.

I was ambitious and thought that I could write six thousand, and I even said that I would add more.

Then the middle way collapsed.Only wrote more than 4000.I couldn't write anymore, I was so sleepy that I fell into a coma.

That's it, woo woo woo...Yaya forgive me.

This volume will be a large suspense copy.

The future unfolds very excitingly, please give Batman... no, Bruce Wayne some wax in advance.

PS: RACHE also had a stalk in "A Study in Scarlet", which was misunderstood by Lestrade and the others as an abbreviation of the female name "RACHEL (Rachel)".

Think about the original girl Rachel in the Nolan trilogy, how she died...

If it wasn't for the heroine not having read the trilogy, what a pun it is (beat the ground)

PPS: As a fundamentalist of the original work, I don’t like the adaptation of Shenxia, ​​so please don’t try to ask me to write about Shenxia or Amway me, okay?