Mr. Siren [Comprehensive British and American]

An accident happened to the rock concert held for five consecutive years. This news occupied the headlines of the big and small news in the first place. First, the lead singer of the band theFire, who rose to fame this year, suddenly spontaneously ignited, and then the audience scattered and fled because of his death. The stampede accident, the photos posted on the news are undoubtedly a mess.

"JJ, keep the news van away from the scene, Emily, Morgan, you go to the scene to investigate, Garcia, check the scene surveillance and personnel registration, see if there are any clues, Reid...I will check the corpse and the ignition device." Hotch assigned the task Actually, this case would not have been sent to the BAU's desk, but the on-site investigator found a simple ignition device under the stage, which instantly raised the level of the case to a higher level.

— This is the third such device found this month. Prior to this, the device burned down a room in an abandoned building and a closed restaurant without any reports of casualties.

But now, he killed one person, and implicated one person who was seriously injured and five others who were slightly injured.

Whether there will be a next time, no one can guarantee.

"This escalation is too fast." Emily said as she walked towards the scene of the crime. "Many people were injured and one died. This is not the speed of ordinary people."

"Maybe he was just trying to kill the vocalist, and the rest were just collateral damage," Morgan said. "The ignition was right under the vocalist, and he was the primary target."

The corpses in the square have been removed, leaving only the outline of the human body circled in chalk and the charred marks on the ground. The marks stretched all the way from the stage to the place where the dead fell at Morgan's feet. He walked along the marks to the stage , the floor where the lead singer stood was burnt through, and the steel support under the stage and a large pile of ashes on the ground could be seen.

Morgan frowned and touched the material of the floor. In order to save costs, the mall did not use steel to build the stage, but a kind of tough plastic, coupled with strong steel brackets, enough for rock bands to sing and dance on it Yes - it's just that this kind of plastic has one of the biggest disadvantages compared to steel, that is, it is easier to ignite than steel.

At the same time, Emily was checking the traces in the square. The audience who fled in a hurry and had no time to clean up the situation left her with condoms and small pills. any leads.

No, maybe there is still a clue.She stopped behind a pillar, where she saw several cigarette butts scattered around, being roughly stamped out with their feet.

People immersed in restless music will not smoke like this, they will just scream and drink, take some drugs, and have a gun with people who are pleasing to the eye, and only those who are anxiously waiting for something will be in this unattractive One cigarette after another was lit in the place where people were watching, and the cigarette butts were thrown all over the place.

Fortunately, this place was relatively hidden, so it was not affected by the scattered crowd. Emily collected the cigarette butts in an evidence bag, called the on-site investigators to investigate carefully around the pillar, and took the cigarette butts back for DNA testing.

When Hotch arrived at the police station, the police had already asked Reid what had happened, but Reid still couldn't recover. It is true that he had faced countless deaths in his career, but it was so intuitive that he couldn't help himself. Seeing a person being burned to death so tragically in front of him still had a big impact on him.

Moreover, his memory was so good that he played back the appearance of the lead singer when he was dying in his brain over and over again.

That shrill scream made his back numb uncontrollably.

"Are you okay?" Triton sat down beside him, holding his hand worriedly, "Why are your hands so cold?"

"I'm fine." Reid forced a weak smile and rubbed his arms subconsciously, "The air conditioner here is a little low."

"You really don't look like you're okay." Triton put his hand into his own, his palm was bigger than Reid's, just enough to wrap it tightly, the kraken's hands in the human state were slightly cold, But Reid's hands were even colder, making him uncontrollably worried.

"I'm really fine." Reid said, "I just couldn't react at once."

To say he was frightened was far from enough, but he was indeed saddened by the death of the lead singer - he was listening to his singing a few minutes ago, the high-pitched and passionate music reflected a high-pitched and passionate Soul, he is still very young, maybe he will soon make his mark in the music scene, maybe he will have a bright future, but after a few minutes, everything is gone, leaving only a burnt corpse lying quietly The medical examiner awaits examination.

That's why he was left out of the investigation. When a case investigator is involved in a case, he inevitably develops empathy--whether for the victim or the killer, and this kind of empathy Psychology will affect their normal judgment, and they will lose the calmness and fairness they should have as a case handler.

So Reid didn't ask Hotch to get involved in the case, he knew that his current situation would be purely confusing, he just tried to repeat to Hotch clearly and carefully what he saw—

At that time, he was listening to the lead singer singing, when Triton suddenly called out and asked him if he would like some cake or something, he turned around and answered, it was in those few seconds that he heard the scream, and when he looked over, the lead singer He had already tumbled off the stage, his whole body was on fire.

He stood up almost immediately and ran downstairs, but Triton was a little quicker than him, rushed downstairs and ran up to the stage, picked up the microphone to stop the panic atmosphere, and let everyone line up to leave the square I went to the lobby of the shopping mall and settled down to wait for the police. Apart from being pushed and shoved by the crowd because of the commotion at the beginning, and the unlucky ghost who was seriously injured when he took drugs and hit his head on a pillar, the most serious injury was tripping and falling. Broken leg, far better casualty than Reid expected.

But the lead singer was dead before Reid could put out the flames on him.

Triton said the same situation as Reid. At that time, he was thinking about whether to order something for supper. When he was discussing with Reid, he heard the scream of the lead singer. When he looked up, he saw the lead singer burning into a fireball. He ran down immediately, and Reid ran straight to the lead singer, but he couldn't squeeze in, and saw that several people had fallen down during the pushing, so he tried to stabilize the situation, so as not to cause a more irreversible situation.

"Are you sitting facing the stage?" Hotch asked.

"Yeah." Triton nodded, "Dr. Reid was originally sitting in my seat, but you know, this kind of concert is always a bit... impatient, so I changed seats with him."

The narrow-minded siren said that it would be better not to look at anything if one's own humans were to stare at other people's naked upper bodies.

"I need you to recall what happened with me, okay?" Hotch asked.

Triton glanced sideways at Reid, who looked a little frustrated, and nodded, "Okay, what should I do?"

When he finds the guy who ruined the beautiful night he had carefully planned and prepared for a long time, he will definitely let him know what the end of angering a siren is.

"Then, close your eyes, take a deep breath, and relax." Hotch said sitting opposite Triton, but Triton "subconsciously" grabbed Reid's hand, closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths and then "resignedly" opened his eyes, "I can't do that." arrive."

Reid looked at the two, and said, "Let me do it." This kind of induced memory requires Triton to relax enough and trust the person who induced him, but Triton is not the family members or witnesses of the victims in the past, he is very It is difficult to have a sense of trust and identification with Hotch in a short period of time just because of Hotch's identity as the FBI, so Reid, who is familiar with him, will bring him into the scene more easily than Hotch.

"Okay, close your eyes." Reid held Triton's hand, watched him close his eyes and took a few deep breaths, "Yes, that's it, relax."

"Imagine you are still in the terrace, how do you feel?"

"Happy, relaxed, noisy but comfortable."

"Very well, now look around, what do you see?"

"Uh... um... people, a lot of people, and wine, the lights are very bright, I think it's a bit dazzling."

"Look in the direction of the stage, Triton." Reid adopted a more intimate address to guide Triton, "Is the lead singer still there?"

"He's there," Triton replied, shaking his head slightly as if to shift his perspective from side to side. "He's singing."

"Look around him, is there anything unusual?" Reid asked.

"Only the band, that's normal, oh, that drummer is really not that good." Triton replied, suddenly moved uncomfortably, "Then I called the waiter and started looking at the menu, and I couldn't see the band."

"Relax, relax." Reid quickly reassured him, "Focus on the menu, what do you want?"

"Some cake or something...probably..." Triton replied uncertainly, "Maybe a piece of marbled cheese or tiramisu, I'm not sure, so I called you."

"OK! You raised your head when you called me, don't pay attention to me, is there anything strange near the stage?"

Triton frowned, "There's... maybe, no, I can't see, it's too far away."

"Okay, then leave the stage alone and talk to me, you ask me how the marble cake tastes, right?"

The wrinkles between Triton's brows relaxed a bit, "Well, you said the marbled cheese is a bit sweet, but the tiramisu is not bad, I said then I'll have the tiramisu, and then asked if you want to order something. "

"I said I'm still full and don't want to eat." Reid held Triton's hands tightly, and unconsciously recalled the scene at that time, "How did you answer?"

"I... I didn't answer, there was a scream, it was the lead singer!" Triton seemed a little excited, "I jumped up and rushed out immediately, there were many people... and then he kept screaming! God !He was set on fire!"

"You saw him set on fire, right? That means you saw him, when?" Reid asked.

"When I stood up," Triton said, "I saw him fall off the stage."

"Very well, at this time, is there anyone who is strange? Look carefully."

"Strange?" Triton bit his lips, frowned for a while, then suddenly opened his eyes, "I remembered, someone was running in the direction of the lead singer! Everyone was running out, only he was running toward the lead singer. Run in the direction!"

"What kind of person?" Reid asked immediately.

"He was wearing a hat, not too tall, very thin, his clothes were gray, and there was a red logo on the back, it was so far away that I couldn't see what it was, his pants seemed to be black, very big, and he dragged a bit when he ran Feeling on the ground." Triton said, "Yes! He seems to be limping a bit!"