The Sleeping Prince's Romance

In short, everyone in BAU welcomes Cilang very much, especially after seeing the autograph of the author Lan Yu on the title page of the sample book "The Da Vinci Code" he gave to Reid, the interest in him is even higher point.

You must know that since Lan Yu made his debut with "Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone" eight years ago, his new book has become the No. 1 bestseller in the United States and even many other countries every year.

But because Lan Yu had never appeared in front of the media, no one had ever seen what his signature looked like, not to mention signing books, not to mention Lan Yu's own appearance.

But now, Reid's Japanese kid not only said that he was familiar with the publishing house that published the books written by Lan Yu, but even got his autograph!

Could Lan Yu be a Japanese?

You must know that from the two Chinese characters "Lanyu", they once thought that the author was definitely a British overseas Chinese!

Reid didn't seem to understand why his colleagues were so surprised to see the signature on his new gift, so he said naturally:

"Is Lan Yu's signature rare? But I still have a whole set of "Harry Potter" signed by him at home."

Seeing Reid's incomprehensible look, even the corner of Hotch's mouth couldn't help twitching slightly, and a desire to punch this young man unconsciously showing off rose in his heart.

You must know that Hotch's wife, Heley, is a die-hard fan of "Harry Potter". ".

But now Reid said lightly that he has a whole set himself? !

At this moment, several people were actually thinking about the possibility of robbing Reid's library at the same time.

It's a pity that for everyone in BAU, they are basically in a state of [-]/[-], and it is too difficult to have some free time.

Less than 10 minutes after they talked with Cilang, Hotch received a call over there, hung up the phone, and announced that the leisure time was over.

"Call me after it's over, I can also take advantage of this time to deal with other things."

Cirou gave Reid a hug, and prepared to say goodbye tactfully.

The cases handled by the FBI should still have a high level of secrecy.

Reid pursed his lips, obviously very reluctant to be separated from Cilang so soon, but as an adult, he knew that work was indeed more important now.

Because if they don't catch a criminal, many innocent people will not be killed; and the sooner they catch the criminal, it also means that there will be one less potential victim.

"Also, I'll keep these dirty pants and wait for them to be washed after your case is over."

After finishing speaking, Cilang waved his sleeves and left without a trace of cloud, leaving behind Reid with visible disappointment lingering all over his body, appearing a little absent-minded.

"Hey, dude, didn't your smart brain tell you that the sooner we get this case over, the sooner you'll be able to see your little friend again?"

Not used to Reid's listless look, Morgan patted Reid's shoulder and said, sure enough, Reid came back to life as if he had been charged with a robot.

Seeing that Reid has regained his usual vitality, the prank factor in Morgan's bones can't help but come out again:

"But before that, shouldn't you change into a pair of cleaner pants? I don't mind you changing them in the office, but I don't know if the three beauties also want to appreciate our Dr. Reid's good figure!"

Morgan's sneer, in exchange for only received from Reid and three beauties, a total of four rolled eyes.

This case occurred in San Diego, California. In the past three weeks, six women were killed in their homes.

Because the "Unsub" (BAU's way of calling the suspect and the murderer) glued the victim's eyes wide, it was called the "Tommy Killer" by the media.

Tommy is the name of a famous American rock opera album. The theme of the album is that although we have five senses, we are always blind to reality.

So, the Unsub, who glued his victims' eyes wide open, seemed to want his victims to see reality, and he was ironically called the "Tommy Killer".

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When flying to San Diego on a special plane from BAU, * curiously asked Reid how he met Jiro, a Japanese boy, and how long they had known each other.

Regarding the previous question, Reid just vaguely said that they met by chance on his high school campus, and then the two became transnational pen pals.

As for how long we've known each other, it's been almost nine years since I was 12 years old in high school.

It was also at this time that Reid also realized that he had known Cilang for so long, and so far, the length of their friendship had accounted for almost half of his life!

Morgan, who heard Reid's answer, shook his head with emotion—

12-year-old Reid and 5-year-old Jiro, two boys with different nationalities and different personalities will meet in an American high school and become good friends...

Is this the communication mode unique to geniuses?

After arriving in San Diego, Captain Griffith, the task force commander of the San Diego Police Department, received the BAU group.

And Hotch and the others, who had already noticed that Unsub's crime speed was accelerating, didn't add any more greetings, and directly entered the role and began to collect various information so that they could conduct correct analysis and profiling in the near future.

In the office arranged for them by the police station, BAU and his team were discussing the case.

"Victim No. 6 was found by her children after they came home from school. She was strangled to death with a narrow belt, possibly an electrical wire."

Hotch said.

"There was no weapon left at the scene, and there was residue on the wrist and mouth, indicating that Unsub had applied waterproof tape and then removed it."

Reid, who was looking at the investigation report, continued.

"That was not found at the crime scene either."

Hotch added.

"He brought them and he took them away."

Elle said.

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"He also started to leave messages in the fourth scene, which were written on the mirror..."

Hotch started reading the message Unsub left on the mirror:

"My fair lady, throw away those costly robes, stop glorifying in your pride, say goodbye to your *, unintentional pleasures..."

"I'm calling you tonight."

Reid, who didn't see the mirror photo, followed Hotch's last sentence very naturally, and then he began to popularize his habitual knowledge under the doubtful eyes of his colleagues:

"It's a ballad from the late seventeenth century, a conversation between Death and a lady."