[Criminal Minds] The Waiting Behind

Only then did JJ notice a cyan pattern on the victim's hand, "What is that?"

"This is the admission ticket for MonCherie, a bar in the French Quarter."

"Yeah," JJ was puzzled by William's remorse, "the victim was found near this bar!"

"No, no, that's not the point," William said with even more annoyance on his face, "I actually forgot, damn it, this bar was called JONES nine years ago..."

JJ raised his eyebrows and nodded, "Bingo!"

an hour later. Hotch had joined other people in the BAU at the police station at this time, and nodded after listening to William's findings, "Now the clues left by the detective are clearer."

William, who came in a hurry, rushed in with a paper letter in his hand. Seeing Hotch and the others quickly raised the letter paper in their hands, "Look! My father received another letter. It's a bit different from before. Same."

Everyone in BAU quickly surrounded them. Emily put on a disposable rubber glove, as piously as holding a precious cultural relic, gently opened the folded letter paper, and opened her mouth to read out——

"Dear boss, he asked for it.

He brought it on with his sharp teeth and rough hands.

Although this time he escaped the death sentence.

But I think you should know,

Another man will get what he deserves before long. "

"This is very strange," Dr. BAU's living dictionary approached, rubbing his hands and fingers, unconsciously analyzing, "Generally speaking, criminals write letters to show off or vent their anger. For example, Jack the Ripper boasted that he was absolutely You won't be caught. But the murderer didn't express her anger in the letter about her failure in the last assassination, but just explained the reason for the killing." Reid shrugged his shoulders, shook his head in disbelief, turned around and sat down on a chair beside him, Lift your legs and rest your hands on your chin.

Emily put her coffee cup aside, leaned back and swayed in the comfortable seat, "Maybe she was playing an amateur policeman, and the men she killed should be damned."

Gideon pursed his lips and nodded, "That's right." He stepped aside, crossed his arms, and looked at the projection of the previous letter.

After a long time, Gideon paced back and looked at Inspector William, who had been restless. "She contacted your father not because he was in charge of this case, but..."

Gideon paused for a moment, paused, and continued, "Because she thought he could understand."

William still couldn't believe that the murderer knew his father. JJ stood beside William, trying to calm him down, "Can you think of any time in your father's life that he helped that woman through a painful life? Probably a police officer ?I don't know, maybe a good whore?"

JJ's reassurance obviously worked. William calmed down and thought about it carefully, and suddenly realized: "My father used to deal with sexual crimes, but he never dealt with prostitutes."

Man, who has been silent by the side, suddenly opened his mouth to suggest another possibility, "The murderer has always emphasized that he asked for it, I just can't help it... What if the murderer is just imitating the man who raped her?"

Everyone was silent, thinking of all the clues before, everything seemed to be revealed.It's just that the former victim is now a deranged and cold-blooded murderer. This situation is normal from a psychological point of view.But no matter how many times they saw this kind of sad and deplorable person, they still couldn't help but sigh when they saw it again.After a long time, Hotch still gave the order, "Call Garcia."

"Oh, captain, my captain!" Calling Garcia, the never-changing nonsensical and funny style more or less dilutes the somewhat heavy atmosphere at this time.

Emily and Man smiled at each other, shook their heads helplessly, and each drank the coffee in their hands.

JJ put his hand on the hand holding the phone, full of support, "I need you."

"At your service anytime, just say it!"

"Check if there are any newspapers that have published the rape/rape case that happened in a bar called Jones 9 years ago?" As soon as they talked about the business, JJ and Garcia immediately became serious.Unfortunately, there is no such record in the system. JJ was stunned for a moment, obviously not considering this result, closed his eyes and thought for a while, tilted his head and rubbed his eyes with his fingers, waved his hands in the air habitually when he put it down, and asked again confidently,

"Um, so cross-reference Inspector William (the one who died) with the Jones bar?"

This time Garcia clearly found the corresponding police records.

The next day, Michelle set up ME's hot dog stand, slowly wiped the spotless glass counter, counted the types and quantities of food for the Nth time, and put a lavender plant into the vase in the corner of the counter.After the incident last time, she was overwhelmed with flowers like jacarandas, and she resolutely kept them at a respectful distance.I looked around again, the fixed booth is OK, the awning position is OK, the food inventory is OK, the blackboard discount information is OK, and the decoration is OK...

"You really live a very comfortable life!" The familiar teasing voice suddenly sounded.

Michelle followed the reputation and saw two people walking by the fountain not far away.The person who said this was wearing a casual dark red T-shirt, with a charming smile on his face, walking slowly.Even though it's casual clothes, it still looks like tights. Is this the disadvantage of being too good? Michelle tilted her head and snickered secretly, just in time to see the thin young man on the other side.Typical Doctor Reid exclusive dress, Michelle silently sighed: blue and red plaid shirt base with dark yellow woolen vest, light-colored slacks are still a bit too short, reflecting the left and right together with the casual sneakers on the feet Socks of different colors, and a khaki shoulder bag that has remained unchanged for thousands of years.

Seeing the two slowly approaching, Michelle silently withdrew her wanton scrutiny, and secretly praised the two in her heart.

"How? Are you satisfied with what you saw?" Man didn't let go of Michelle's gaze before, and it was too naked/naked, and it was impossible to pretend not to notice.

"Cut!" Michelle quickly made a grimace at the carrier of male hormones all the time, not paying attention to the handsome face of the other party who smiled until she couldn't see her eyes, and turned to Reid who had been shy and restless, "Hi! Spencer, you've been fine these two days ?"

Reid heard another layer of meaning in Michelle's words, nodded gratefully, and replied with the same pun, "I'm fine, and I'll be fine in the future."