The Sleeping Prince's Romance

How to say that ginger is old and hot, Gideon's idea had no choice but to work, even the director of BAU, Hotch was surprised.

At that time, Cilang and Hotch entered the interrogation room together. If he wanted to say why it was Hotch instead of Reid or Gideon, it was because Reid felt that Hotch had the best ability to adapt to changes. If the suspect wanted to do something, he would be the best to protect him. Jiro's safety.

Although both Jiro and the rest of the BAU felt that Reid was overreacting, but he insisted, Hotch and Jiro also felt that it didn't matter, and they got together.

What I didn't expect was that the criminal suspect, who looked like a rogue in front of all the police, appeared in the interrogation room after Cilang's figure. A deep fear.

Then, the suspect's attitude immediately took a 180-degree turn. Not only did he confess to the crime he committed, but he even explained every detail clearly, lest Cilang would be dissatisfied.

When the police officer who was in charge of the record nodded and said that he had recorded everything clearly, after Cirou left the interrogation room, the police left in the interrogation room, and the BAU people who were watching the interrogation closely through the single-sided glass, were all very happy. Speechlessly, seeing the suspect heaved a sigh of relief, he even drew a sign of the cross on his chest!

As for that exaggeration?

Everyone was puzzled.

Even if that boy breaks your arm, you dare to rush into other people's house and rape. It's not a big deal to get hurt, right?

None of those athletes got injured every now and then, and I didn't see any of them give up because of this reason!

You can be so calm in the face of the police, how can a 14-year-old boy scare you like this?

In fact, those Americans who hadn't really seen Cirou when he was angry couldn't imagine how much that black young man was afraid of Cirou.

Not because Cirou broke his arm, but because of the last look Cirou looked at him.

That kind of look seems to bring your soul to a battlefield full of bones, and you are the next to be killed, that feeling that you are already a completely dead person in his eyes...

The black young man even felt that he must have wanted to go to the hospital because he was in too much pain, so he temporarily suppressed the fear in his heart.

Otherwise, he wondered how he dared to run away after being looked at by such eyes!

However, regardless of whether other people understand it or not, the suspect confessed anyway. He admitted that he really wanted to rape Mrs. Gordon, but he denied the murder and provided conclusive alibi.

As a result, one case was solved, and the other, which was more difficult, was still being processed.

However, without the disturbance of other cases, the BAUs quickly completed the profile of Tommy's killer based on the existing evidence.

"This Unsub had weapons, tape, glue, wires, he didn't leave them at the scene, he took them when he left, he was carrying like some kind of murder kit."

"Organized killers often have skill-based jobs, possibly technology-related, which may include the use of hands.

The crime scenes were so far apart that he needed a car.The car will be in good condition, very clean, just like his home.

He was operating during the day, and the attacks all took place during the day, so this car should be related to his work, and it may be a company car or truck. "

"We believe he observed the victim for a period of time, knew the rhythm of the home, understood the victim's time frame, and you didn't catch him by accident."

"He destroyed financial symbols in the victim's home, and he harbored a kind of envy and hatred for the higher social classes, around whom he felt transparent."

"Class is the theme of the poem he left at the scene of the crime, and at one point in the poem the woman tries to bribe Death, but Death doesn't take it.

He said it was the moment when wealth meant having nothing, and when death came, the poor were exactly the same as the rich, so he was poor. "

"It could be a middle class, a distinctly lower class person that stands out very prominently in a neighborhood with regular patrols.

The man seemed to belong there, he blended in. "

"He's being oppressed by a strong woman who scares him, and a little bit ... he's white."

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The BAU team members profiled a complete Unsub image one by one. Although they don't have a face yet, they have narrowed down the search scope to a rather small one.

After explaining his profile to the local police, Reid returned to his whiteboard, looked at the poems on it, and pondered the meaning of Unsub's crimes.

As for Cilang, he entered the study space here to study after interrogating the black young man. Even though it was an interrogation, Cilang only showed his face, who made the black young man explain too quickly.

Regarding Cilang's lethargy, everyone was completely speechless.

Reid was concentrating on thinking about the possible relationship between poetry and Unsub, when he suddenly felt someone pat him on the shoulder from behind, and when he turned around, he saw Cirou's delicate but expressionless face.

"Ah, you're awake, Cirou!"

Reid immediately yelled in surprise. You must know that since we have known each other for so long, although we have not really spent much time with Cilang, but for Cilang's lethargy, and the fact that basically no one will wake up automatically after falling asleep. , I still have a little understanding.

So, what woke up Cirou who was still sleeping just now?

Reid, who got his brain back from the case, immediately thought of the answer.

He raised his hand and looked at his watch. Sure enough, it had been a long time since dinner time.

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"I'm sorry, Cirou, I forgot the time when I got busy!"

Reid immediately took out the phone while apologizing to Jiro:

"I'm calling for takeaway right now!"

"Do you know the takeaway number of the restaurant near the police station?"

Jiro held down Reid's hand that was going to hold the phone, and asked in a little surprise at the same time.

"Yes, I saw it in a travel magazine on the way here. There are many restaurant introductions and contact information on it. Which one do you want to eat? Chinese? Local food? Or ordinary fast food?"

Reid didn't know why Cilang stopped him, he couldn't make a call, but the words in his mouth didn't stop:

"Maybe you like Japanese food more, but unfortunately there are no Japanese restaurants in that magazine, maybe I should ask Garcia to look it up..."