[Criminal Minds] The Waiting Behind

At night by the sea, the surroundings outside the house were dark and boundless, and the wind was violent.There are messy case files piled up everywhere in the house, and the blackboard in the corner seems to be covered with photos of various dead bodies. An old man with gray hair is looking at various materials while making a phone call:

"This case is bothering me so much, I got another letter from Billy...what the hell am I missing?"

The man on the other end of the phone kept trying to persuade the father on the other end of the phone, "Go to hell with the letter and leave that serial killer alone. They're going to open the cupola and I want you to join me... Please please Yes, Dad..."

At this moment, the hurricane shattered the windows and roared in. The elderly man in the house was knocked to the ground by the branches and sundries brought in by the hurricane, and the phone was cut off.But the old man was seriously injured on the head, and his face was covered with blood. He was still struggling to crawl, groping the ground with his hands, using all his strength to grab a piece of broken glass and leave a clue on the wall...

new orleans.A desolate ruin.

JJ, Man, and Gideon arrived at the scene and met Inspector William Jr., the son of Inspector William, who is also a police officer.

Looking at the young and decadent Inspector who was full of sadness, Gideon nodded to him, "My condolences, I know you have received a letter."

"Yes, my dad received two letters before the hurricane, but they are gone now. This letter was received yesterday, and it was also addressed to him. They gave it to me." William handed over one in a plastic bag stationery.

William elaborated on some details with everyone, but they didn't gain much. Gideon pondered for a while, and took the opportunity to ask, "Has your father talked to you about other clues about this case?"

"He really wanted to say it, but you should go and see for yourself." William tilted his head and led everyone to a wall in a room with "JONES" engraved brightly in the corner.

"I checked all the criminals related to Jones in the system, and the results showed that they had nothing to do with these cases." William sighed in disappointment.

On the other side, Emily and Reid arrived at the forensic autopsy room.The forensic doctor believes that the killer may have had medical training, "how else could he have attacked around every organ while maintaining the integrity of each organ?"

Emily asked if any family members came to collect the body so as to confirm the identity of the victim, so as to chat with his family and friends to see if he could narrow down the scope of unknown suspects. Unfortunately, the results were not optimistic. The number of people who died due to the hurricane in the past six months was so large that it caused There are many unclaimed corpses that can only be cremated and put in warehouses.

Inside the New Orleans Police Department, everyone looked at the content of the letter sent by the unknown suspect on the projection board, and calmly analyzed the information revealed in it. Hotch frowned and read the contents of the letter in a low voice:

"I came back with a hatred to let you know,

The last person I could kill easily, came out too late, drunk and crooked home.

I enjoyed having his organs removed, and I'm considering giving you one.

He asked for wine to get drunk, what do you think, boss? "

Simulating the scene of the victim in his brain, Reid used his super long genius analysis ability, "To say that the victim was drunk is tantamount to denying his crime. Most sex/sad/masochists will do this to blame way of victims to justify their actions."

"However, no signs of sexual assault were found during the autopsy. The murderer is likely to be gay." Emiy calmly analyzed.

"What if he wants to do something else?" Another scary possibility popped into Reid's mind.

"For example?" Although Hotch, the head of BAU, is rigorous and serious, he is never rigid. He always supports the wild imagination of his subordinates, and can often find the key points to solve the case, and this time is no exception.

"All four male victims had their throats cut to remove their internal organs. The murders all happened in a semi-public place after dark. The investigators were all ridiculed as Boss. The only difference is that the crime happened 100 years ago. ..."

With Reid's in-depth explanation, Emily and Hotch gradually discovered the authenticity of this theory. Emily turned her head to study the contents of the letter again.And Hotch pursed his lips, frowning even tighter, "Jack the Ripper.

The killer wants us to think he's a New Orleans version of Jack the Ripper. "

The next night, in New Orleans, the French Quarter, Ruby'sBar.Michelle, who set up a hot dog stand during the day, turned into a bartender, earning her own considerable income at night.Although the long working hours during the day and night made me a little exhausted, Michelle felt that it was worth it for the dream of saving money to open a small store.

Mr. Smith, the bartender who has been taking good care of himself, gave himself a wink, "Hey! Michelle! There are two fat sheep over there, go there quickly. The tip should be good!"

Michelle nodded appreciatively at Smith, mouthing a thank you in return for a mischievous wink.

Smiling silently, Michelle came to the side of the two well-dressed young men who had just entered.One of them was a very attractive man with a bushy beard, black hair and black eyes.As for the other one...

Michelle glanced up, her pupils shrank instantly, it turned out to be Doctor Reid!

It has been about half a year since the last case I was involved in, and I almost forgot that this is a world where serial killers, child lovers, and perverts are rampant everywhere. Michelle looked at the ceiling helplessly, if there really is a God, it must be playing with her!Could it be that she really has the physique of a goddamned protagonist, with the same ability to attract disasters as Sherlock Holmes!

Michelle calmed down, asked Reid and the young people with him softly, poured the wine carefully for them, and quickly hid away to avoid being involved in any unreasonable disaster.

Pretending not to see Smith's questioning eyes, Michelle couldn't help but give Reid her attention.

This is the super popular Reid baby in CM. There are almost no scandals, and he can be called the type that everyone loves.How could you walk with a playboy who obviously exudes a heart-throb aura, and drink together at the bar?

The distance between the two is far away, so I can't hear what the two of them are talking about, but Reid seems to be very distressed, and the traces of dark circles under his eyes can be seen from such a distance. One can imagine what Reid must have encountered recently Trouble that can't even sleep well.

Michelle secretly gossiped about it, except for a few small rumors that didn't bloom, Reid has almost no hot spots... I was thinking about it without authorization, and suddenly saw the charming cheeky man making a trembling gesture towards Reid .

Michelle, who had been keeping her eyes closed, noticed that Reid's face changed instantly, and she wrapped her hands around her, sitting more rigidly.This is obviously a manifestation of lack of security being said, and I feel at a loss.

etc! A white light flashed in Michelle's mind. She remembered that Reid became addicted to drugs because he was caught by an angel killer and injected heroin in the early days. Could it be that time?

Seeing the gesture of the man who was traveling with her, Michelle walked over and settled the bill.

"That's stupid for a genius," the man told Reid as he left.

Michelle glanced worriedly at Reid, who was a little dazed, and when she was about to say something, she suddenly found that Reid was pale and sweating profusely, with his left hand grasping his right arm vigorously, his fingertips were turning white, and even his body convulsed. Condition.

Michelle, who has already guessed the cause and effect, still doesn't understand that Reid is a drug addict.Michelle, who was about to secretly tell Reid to help him leave, crouched down and bumped into Reid who was about to get up and leave. Reid staggered, and two glass bottles filled with white powder fell out of him.

Reid looked at the heroin that fell out, and felt hopeless, he was found!Soon all the colleagues in BAU will know. Originally, I was still debating whether to choose to leave, so I just skip this step and get fired from Quantico! Reid closed his eyes hopelessly, so be it, fall, Spencer Reid...

But there was no imaginary questioning or screaming, but a gentle touch. Reid opened his eyes just in time to see the brown-haired waitress surreptitiously pick up the bottle and stuff it back into her lap.

Why should she help herself?The genius baby Reid feels that his IQ is not enough.

In the hazy vision, he vaguely felt that the other person's appearance was very familiar. The genius brain, which had been so chaotic, started to function again, and found a photo in the depths of memory.is her! "Michelle Evans! It's you! You're the..."

Before Reid could yell out, Michelle interrupted, "Yes, I am. I know you are Doctor Reid, I just heard someone call you that, and Quantico was mentioned. If you believe me, I'll take you back."

Michelle helped Reid up. It was obvious that even Reid, who looked thinner, was the weight of a grown man. It was still a bit difficult for Michelle.

"Hey, Doctor! You can help me walk by yourself if you can, I can't bear your weight to send you to the hotel."

Hearing Michelle's obviously lively and joking tone, Reid felt relieved knowing that the scene just now was a little secret that the two of them knew well, "Michelle, thank you. But I don't want to go back to the hotel, just help me out, I'm in Sit on the side of the street, I'll go back when I'm done, don't bother you."

"This is impossible, Doctor. You can't imagine the security here at night. And there have been murders of young men recently, how could I leave you alone on the street!" Michelle supported Reid with difficulty, pushing Open the back door of the bar, while watching the situation on the street, to see if you can hail a taxi. "If it's Man, I'm not worried. Haha!"

Looking teasingly at Reid's slimming board, Michelle laughed exaggeratedly, drawing a dissatisfied glance from Reid: "Hey! I'm a man no matter what!"

"Okay, okay, then gentleman, I'm going to invite you to my residence soon, can you please maintain the quality of a gentleman and won't do anything to a lady like me?" Michelle stopped a taxi and stuffed Reid into Go, and sit in by yourself.

Reid was a bit embarrassed when he heard that, he had never been to a single woman's house for a sleepover, although this sleepover didn't mean that.But they were alone, and Michelle was actually a stranger.Is this not good?