[comprehensive] nowhere to escape

The teenager saw Rhett's ID and yelled: "God, you are the FBI! This will be easy! This will be easy!" He muttered, as if he had finally met a savior.

Soon, the boy was brought back to the police station, and on the other side, Raven also returned to the police station in another police car with a few people who were caught from the workbench.

The teenager's name was weird, he said it several times, and finally Garcia finally looked up his information on the computer-a 16-year-old high school boy from Boston's Beacon Hill, surnamed Strinski, but... His name was indeed difficult to pronounce.

"God, who gave him this name, it's obviously child abuse!" Garcia complained about the terrible name, and swept the coffee on the table into the trash can with his backhand.

"So... well, you can call me Stiles." The boy immediately suggested this.

As for the other people caught by Raven, they were obviously a little frustrated.

Stiles testified: "These... these people, they are not good people. I'm not saying that what they did or what they did to me is a bad person. The main thing is that they made such a mess. Horrible workbench still working on heart and kidneys... oh my god I know it's a kidney and it's definitely not a pig's ok - my dad is the Sheriff of Beacon Hills!"

There is nothing scarier than being confronted by a talking boy.

Rhett sat in front of him and listened to his chatter.

"Actually, I don't even know why I came back to Mexico—I... I came here because a few people said I had to, and I almost got mutilated!"

This is indeed a tragedy.

"Forget it, if you need to testify, I will, but these people are definitely not the boss—you know, they are the kind of big bosses, bosses, behind-the-scenes, etc., they are definitely not!" Stiles said With a sigh of relief, "I know who it is - not talking about his identity or anything, I mean... I saw the face of the man behind the scenes, I can... I should be able to make a restoration map or something."

The boy was indeed the sheriff's son.

He knew a lot of the process so well that even without a portrait expert, he could think of a jigsaw to do it.

Out of almost hundreds of eyes, he chose a pair and iris color. After putting these together, he chose a hairstyle, and then the face shape and nose. There is no obvious scar on the face, but the beard on the chin is very distinctive .

Put it all together, and they pile up into one person.

This is a middle-aged man with a beard shaved into three sections. There are wrinkles at the corners of the eyes and between the brows. The eyes are slender, with high browbones, a bit big nose, thin lips, and a cropped cut.

"This..." The police chief frowned, "Is this O'Byrne?"

O'Brien?

This name is really familiar—Red looked at the sheriff strangely, and asked, "This name...have I heard or seen it somewhere?"

The sheriff nodded, turned around and asked someone to remove the bulletin board from the police bulletin board at the door.He carried the bulletin board into the office area, and took a picture of it on the desk: "This is O'Brien!"

There was a man named O'Brien in the police bulletin board, but he had no beard and looked much cleaner.

Stiles walked over to take a look, then screamed, "That's him!"

"It's his twin brother! He is Samuel O'Byrne in our police station. He also has a twin named Cecil O'Byrne. Cecil O'Byrne is the bearded man!" The chief patted the table, "I Just know--I just know! Cecil won't be honest, he won't!"

Cecil O'Byrne, Samuel's older brother, twins, identical.The two look almost exactly the same, except that Samuel is born to be a good old man, while his brother is born to be troublesome. The two people have completely different personalities, and their tempers have never been different. When Cecil was 16 years old, he did a lot of cases. , was finally thrown into prison by his brother himself, and his brother Samuel has determined to be a policeman since then.

The whole thing has to be said to be a bit dramatic.

But Samuel did become a police officer six years later—he just stepped through the gate of the police station and watched a group of people staring at him like they were staring at a Mexican omelette.

"My God, what are you doing?" Samuel stepped back.

"Samuel, follow me into the office." The director stepped forward, blocking the sight of others.

Samuel turned around and followed him into the office.

Presumably this is the right thing to do.

But the Stiles boy was a little confused, and he looked up at Rhett, who was discussing something with Raven.

Things would definitely not be that simple, if... it was really Cecil.

In fact, Cecil has been missing for a long time, and his sudden appearance...is indeed incomprehensible, and the records that Garcia can find also show that this Cecil no longer uses his bank account to keep track of him. Social security number, so... is that Cecil really Cecil?

Stiles craned his neck intently to listen to Raven and Rhett's conversation, but he didn't hear anything. The two talked a lot.

But in the end, he still questioned the affairs of those prisoners: "Hey! I said, what are you going to do with them? Lock them up? Or... let them go? I...I mean, I just Want to know what the hell is going on with this and if I can leave?"

As a witness, even if he can leave, he can't leave too far.

The police sent him out and asked for his contact information, ready to summon him at any time.

After he left, Raven took Rhett to the bathroom, and the two said they were washing their faces—but after confirming that there was no one else in the bathroom, Raven lowered his voice and told Rhett, "That child has something on him. It smells... of the same kind."

"What?" Rhett was taken aback.

"Werewolf, I mean...he smells like a werewolf." Revan breathed out, "and it smells strong—really...like rolling in a pack of wolves. But I really I’ve never met a werewolf who is so friendly to humans—I don’t count, and you know I do... Anyway, it’s not the same.”

Rhett nodded.

"Anyway, I hope things don't have anything to do with these guys." Finally, the two of them concluded.

"But which Samuel, I don't think he's quite right." Rhett put forward his own opinion, "He looks like...he has been...overreacting to the fact that his brother has appeared again."

Sometimes many people think that indifference will reveal their feelings, but in fact, overreaction is the easiest way to reveal.After all, there are times when people who are frightened and stupid will cry or laugh unintentionally, but once they stop scaring them and continue to do so, it is really too much.

Just hope things aren't that bad.

The two came out of the bathroom, sat down and continued to study the case and the involute.

Each area of ​​the involute is not equal, their areas are different, but the most basic they are negotiable - and the cut off places that are singular after rounding are mostly between the heart and the skin However, when the numbers are even, they are corneas and kidneys—that is to say, the perpetrator's obsessive-compulsive disorder is hopeless.

To deal with such a person... Isn't there some other way?

Samuel O'Byrne, on the other hand, said he hadn't seen Cecil in years - which wasn't to say it wasn't possible.After all, he is a policeman, and his elder brother was also sent to prison by himself... So, you can't doubt these casually... But...

Hodge flipped through the materials, he turned his head to look at Samuel who was sitting on the sidelines staring at the computer-generated portrait puzzle, and Samuel kept talking to the puzzle like how sad he was: "I will Catch yours... I will, I will definitely, Sayre, I will let you know that this world is not that simple, it doesn't revolve around you! No!"

To be honest, for anyone, it would probably be painful to see such a brother.

Hodge walked over: "My brother is also giving me a headache." He handed the coffee in his hand to Samuel.

"It's not a headache." Samuel turned his head and smiled apologetically at Hodge, "The first time he was sent in by me was because of drug trafficking. After he came out, he killed my girlfriend... I love her, until now I love it now—so I sent him in without hesitation, but I didn't expect him to become so perverted."

Well, this is indeed a bit too much.

Samuel continued: "I hate drugs, dealing drugs, taking drugs - back then, they all thought it was cool, but I hated that stuff, that's how my dad died, I didn't think it was a good thing, so... I reported him, but he thought it was my girlfriend who did it, and he killed her when she came out—she was only 15 years old, and she was very beautiful, a hundred times more beautiful than your press spokesman!"

Hodge laughed.

Samuel shrugged: "This is not a lie, I felt at the time that we needed to get married as soon as we were adults, otherwise she would be snatched away-but she was killed by that bastard. Then... I decided to cut off relations with him completely, but... we are twins, you know, this kind of... that's it."

There is no way to say that this is the case. Everyone knows how big the problem is with identical twins.

"I will provide the DNA. As long as someone can compare it, they will definitely know it is him." Samuel is like a righteous warrior.

However, when everyone left the police station and only the BAU and the chief were left in the police station, everyone sat around and began to analyze Samuel's expressions and movements in front of the video.

"Here," Rhett pointed to Samuel's hand, "he grasped and loosened, which means that he was tense and then suddenly relaxed, and at this time Hodge's reaction when he talked about his brother—he There are ghosts in my heart."

Not just the hands, but the drooping lines at the corners of the mouth and the swivel arcs of the eyeballs all showed that he was lying—but he was right about one thing, the DNA of identical twins is really hard to verify.