[Criminal Minds] Wooden Legs of Justice

The whole group of BAU, of course, except for Garcia, the whole group of BAU are staying on other people's territory, which is obviously not an optimistic situation - no foreign aid.

Hotch expressed some dissatisfaction with this after negotiating with the relevant person in charge with a cold face.

"If everything is checked through paper files, the efficiency will be very low." Hotch tried to persuade the person in charge here, but the latter was indifferent.

After hotch turned away from the office of the director and met Ulrich in the corridor, he couldn't pretend anymore.

Ulrich gave him a knowing smile.

"I thought you would try to keep a low profile, at least make me look worried." Hotch said slowly, and walked straight to the temporary office with his back straight, as if talking to himself in the air.

There is a smile on the corner of Ulrich's mouth, and the shallow nasolabial folds make him look mature and handsome: "I thought that no one could see the extra emotion on your face—it looks the same all the time, I'm so curious, you Is it the same face on the bed?"

Hotch stopped at the door of the temporary office, his face was still icy, but his tone changed subtly: "About this, if you want to satisfy your strong curiosity, I suggest you go directly to Just ask Tim, if you listen to him all the way back, you'll know."

Ulrich smiled playfully and followed Hotch into the makeshift office.

Ulrich's mobile phone still has a message of a certain blond monster in the text message - of course it is my top, his expression is always ****!

"It's better to wait until tomorrow for anything. I always feel that they want to do something." Morgan drank coffee from the coffee machine, and glanced hostilely at the door of the temporary office. The pointers on the wall began to gather slowly, and time was moving towards Twelve midnight.

At the door of the temporary office, two figures with live ammunition were swaying, under the glare of the incandescent light, they looked like two restless ghosts.

"Do people in the army not pay attention to the deaths of their colleagues at all!?" Emily gritted her teeth and rubbed her temples to force herself to focus on the files.

"I think they already know who the murderer is!" JJ couldn't help but sarcastically, and then robbed Morgan's coffee: "Thank you, sweetheart."

Morgan walked stiffly toward the coffee machine again.

"God knows what he's thinking in his heart. He probably doesn't want to go to the door at all." Lion's nimble and slender fingers twirled a pen, expressionlessly closed the files in front of him, and threw them among the excluded piles. The file spun in the air and landed steadily on the top.

"Oh!" JJ exclaimed, and then buried her head in the file, her golden hair seemed to have drooped listlessly.

Leaning lazily on the back of the chair, the lion quietly transferred the little doctor's coffee to his face, glanced casually at the newly opened file in front of him, and then tossed it chicly again.

Everyone in the BAU was exhausted, and they searched through the vast archives for six hours endlessly, causing English letters to flash in front of everyone's eyes.

"It's almost like playing Scrabble day and night." Morgan dropped the file in his hand angrily, and swept his eyes to the two "ghosts" wandering around the door: "It makes me unable to concentrate. "

Leo raised his hand and tied his half-length black hair behind his head, with a half-smile on his angular face: "Wolf dog, don't make excuses, your reading speed can't keep up."

The handsome chocolate guy contemptuously looked at Leo's calm and relaxed appearance, but he couldn't think of a word that could be regarded as a sarcasm, so he could only stop his eyes on the file angrily.

The little doctor was not disturbed at all, and his slender, bony fingers quickly flipped through the pages of paper files: "There is no clue that someone here has anti-social tendencies, you know, to a certain extent, the murder of soldiers is actually The epitome of social discontent, like body bombing and indiscriminate shooting, is some kind of antisocial tendency."

Rossi stared at Dr. Reid with wide eyes: "Generally speaking, serial killers with antisocial personality will not choose the killing mode of serial killers. They are not refined and tend to massacre."

The little doctor pursed his lips, and his jaw showed a firm arc: "It is unreasonable, but it is impossible for a serial killer to complete the pattern of a sociopath, because a serial killer pays attention to his own unique marks, but on the other hand, It's going to be fairly simple because it's just a matter of learning -- learning your own patterns, and that's probably why the victims here are marked differently."

The little doctor stretched his stiff neck, and soon pressed down with a big hot hand, massaging his sore neck with just the right strength.

"Thank you..." The little doctor said with a smile, and then found that his cup was in the lion's hand.

Leo raised his eyebrows slightly, and an encouraging smile appeared on his stern face: "Go on."

While enjoying the proper pressure from his big lion, the little doctor squinted his eyes and cursed in his heart: "Just change the topic!"

But Dr. Reid's good professional ethics still allowed him to continue: "So, what we need to find may be a person with anti-social tendencies. This person is quite familiar with the logic of serial killers, or he has been in contact with serial killers. case, at work or in life.”

Emily raised her head in despair: "If it were in real life, we probably would have no hope of finding out - it is impossible to mark when and what newspaper a person read in the files."

JJ sighs: "I feel like we're dealing with a Zodiac... no motive, no reason, no intent."

The little doctor shrugged helplessly: "Yes... I hope it won't become a series of cases in my lifetime."

Tim was already drooling on the table. To be precise, two hours ago, at nine o'clock in the evening, he had already fallen asleep on the conference table. It is estimated that his dreams were full of embarrassment. Dazzling English alphabet.

But no one intends to wake him up. It's not that his colleagues don't want to disturb him, but because——

"It's best to leave him alone, or we'll have to piece the files together in addition to spending time looking at them."

This is the original words of hotch.

"When this place is abandoned, it will probably become another Tower of London." Rossi sighed with his forehead propped up.

"If it's haunted, I won't be surprised at all..." The little doctor muttered and looked up at the door, and put aside a few file bags separated from a large pile of files: "After all, death doesn't look good at all."

There was a playful smile on Leo's face: "Exquisite metaphor, the Tower of London...is it an indispensable sacrifice in the reform period?"

The lion played with a cigarette with one hand, squeezed the filter tip flat, and glanced at the door: "I don't know who the undead will be tonight? Anna.borlin?"

The little doctor stood up with the file in his arms, and asked in confusion, "Huh?"

The big lion didn't answer, as if he was just talking to himself just now, he threw the cigarette on the table, and then threw the few files in his little doctor's hand back on the table: "Believe me, they won't let you You took it back to the bedroom to watch."

Dr. Reid showed an expression as if he had been deprived of his beloved toy: "They can't do this! This may be a clue! The information of all the people who arrived at the scene at the first time of the crime is here!"

The lion fondled the little doctor's hair: "Compared with these things... I should trust your brain more, my dear little doctor."

Dr. Reid's face flushed to the neck, because a bad lion's paw had pressed on something inappropriate for children.

"If we don't leave, I think people outside will come in and make trouble." The lion gestured towards the door with a half-smile.

"This is a disguised form of obstructing the investigation work..." The little doctor complained on the way to the room.

Rossi looked back at the little doctor in surprise, it was hard to hear what Dr. Reid said.

"I really wonder if the military department is at odds with the Bureau of Investigation, so that we can't complete the mission in this way, and then we can use this to suppress the authority of the FBI." The handsome chocolate guy also complained softly.

Behind the group of BAUs, two soldiers who were ordered to protect them, actually more like surveillance soldiers, followed behind, with expressionless faces like sculptures.

The little doctor glanced at the two soldiers again, wondering why the word "sculpture" always appeared in his mind?

A soldier with the rank of second lieutenant suddenly rushed out from the corner ahead. He looked at BAU with a sullen expression, and blocked their way: "Sorry, I think you guys are coming again."

Tim opened one eye in Hotch's arms: "It looks like I don't need to sleep tonight..."

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