[British and American Drama] The murderer is in sight

JG behaved like a gentleman at this time, didn't refute Garcia, just nodded and smiled slightly, and continued with the work in hand.

"But even so, the information we can get is still very little, not enough to pinpoint the suspect." Hu Qi turned his head, "What about geographic profiling?"

Lance shrugged. "I'm not good at it. Spencer is pretty good, but he's at the forensic doctor with Gordon now."

Hu Qi shook his head, picked up the marker pen and drew a few strokes on the map marking the location of the corpse, "Connect these points, and then..." He drew another circle in the middle, "Here is His comfort zone."

JG kept smiling, "The number of people who meet this condition in this area is 0."

"There must be some clues." Lance said, "After all, his methods and frequency of crimes have gotten a little out of control. It is impossible not to leave any trace."

"Haven't Gordon and Rhett responded yet?"

"Not yet."

Garcia felt that her face was about to wrinkle, and she even felt that she was not so much a queen manipulating the Internet at all, but a lady who was drinking black tea in a delicate porcelain cup and attending a tea party, and she was still the kind who was ignored.

"call!"

Lance felt helpless when he heard Garcia's dissatisfied breathing. Although he wanted Garcia to directly participate in the case, the lady could find all the information they needed as long as she had her hands on the keyboard.

JG didn't say much anymore.

At this time, Lance couldn't help but think of Sherlock's kindness, and thinking about it at this time, he always felt that there was a big problem with his own attitude towards Sherlock.

"At times like this, I really think 'Even if Sherlock is standing in the city center and yelling that Scotland Yard is a goldfish, as long as he can solve this case'" Lance sat down again and glanced at the bright-eyed Reis Trade, "I kind of hate this passive situation now, and even though we know the type of target of the unknown suspect, even if we call on all the brown-haired women in London to be careful, there will definitely be women killed in places we don't know, and Judging from the current situation, unless relatives and friends actively report missing, we don't even know that the other party has done something."

Although it is sad to put it away, it is the truth. They can only sit here and wait for the unknown suspect to commit crimes again, because the increase in police patrols will put a considerable amount of pressure on the other party, and the other party may make mistakes in a hurry.

The night fell quickly, because there were not many clues, and the progress could not be advanced, and just arrived in the UK, and the energy of the BAU members was not very good, so after nightfall, they all went back to the hotel to rest.

Garcia held onto her computer and did not let go. She was planning to do something in the hotel, for fear that the group of people would steal her computer.

Under Gordon's deep gaze, Lance took Rhett to a taxi back to the rented house, and met Watson who was in a hurry on the street.

This respected former military doctor now has two hands full of packing boxes, his face is full of displeasure, his head is slightly lowered, his eyes are also looking at the floor tiles, and he doesn't seem to look up at all.

It wasn't until he walked in front of the two that Lance greeted him first, and then he seemed to pull his consciousness back, "Good evening, but it's not a good thing to be in a daze while walking."

Watson raised his head in a daze, and it took two seconds or more before he realized, "Oh! Lance, Rhett!"

"I remember Lestrade said that you and Sherlock seem to have gone to a small town for vacation, did you come back so soon?" Lance was really curious now.

As if hearing something unbearable, Watson clenched his hand holding the plastic bag outside the packing box, "Yes, yes."

Seeing his resistance, Lance suddenly became less curious. He always felt that John would collapse if asked this way.

The author has something to say: make up tomorrow ==

Complement... 7.3