[comprehensive] superior skills

Memphis, Tennessee, USA.

At dawn, Ethan, a night shift worker returning home from a busy airport with a tired body, was just about to catch up on a good night's sleep when he was woken up by the deafening heavy metal music from his neighbor's house.

"damn it!"

Ethan, who stood up, couldn't help cursing: "This is the sixth time this month! Why does a guy who drives a famous sports car insist on coming to a small place like us to fool around!"

"Come on baby, you know why, the poor are always more tolerant than the middle class who spend money on lawyers and lawsuits."

Mary, who was coming out of the bathroom, hugged him and kissed him on the cheek, "What can you say to a guy who always admits to being wrong every time he calls the police? Let's sleep for a while after I go to work!"

"No! This time I will never tolerate it again!"

Vigorously shaking his fist, Ethan got up aggressively, "I want this guy to know that the Miller family is not so easy to mess with!"

"Honey! Don't be so impulsive, I don't want to go to the police station to pick you up again!"

Mary quickly put the bottle into the hands of her little daughter who was woken up by her parents, and shouted to her husband who was about to rush out the door: "Hey, calm down, we can still call 911!"

"Fuck his 911!"

Ethan, who was shirtless, stepped over the short fence and ran to the neighbor's door. He slammed on the door and shouted, "Edward! I know you're inside, open the door!"

"Do you know what time it is? Your behavior has seriously affected my rest time!"

"If you don't open the door again, I will call the police!"

Through a thin door panel, Ethan, who was irritated by the huge roar that seemed to be mocking him, finally kicked the door open with a growl, "What the hell are you doing!"

The strong man who broke into the door didn't wait to find his nefarious neighbor who had never changed his mind, when he was caught off guard by a sudden burst of warm liquid splashing all over his body.

Ethan, who was trembling from the spurt of bloody liquid, went blank, and subconsciously looked up at the strange black figure spinning at high speed under the fan, "What the hell is this..."

Five minutes later, Mary, who was busy making breakfast in the kitchen, finally looked forward to the return of her husband, who had caused trouble because of his bad temper several times, "Oh, honey, you don't know how worried I am!"

The smiling wife just turned around and threw away the ketchup in her hand, "Oh, God! Did you kill someone?"

Ethan, who was covered in blood, raised his hand to wipe away the blood that had slipped from his eyebrows into the corners of his eyes, and said with trembling lips, "Call 911..."

Mary, who was so frightened, jumped on her husband like crazy, and cried, "Did you kill him? You damned guy! Do you know how miserable my children and I would be without you?" , do you want me to take my daughter and go to the street to be a prostitute! "

Ethan, who brought his wife back to consciousness after crying and cursing, suddenly grabbed her arm tightly and yelled incoherently, "Edward is dead, I didn't do it! He was out of breath when I went in!"

"What, it's really not you? Then where did you get the blood on your body?" Mary asked suspiciously.

"Don't worry about so many idiots, call the police!"

Ethan dropped his wife and grabbed the phone, and shouted to the operator inside: "A murder happened next door, please send the police immediately!"

Seattle, Beach House District.

In midsummer, the scorching sun on the west coast has never stopped the pace of tourists, and an endless stream of travelers from all over the world flock to this holy place of love, which is backed by snow-capped mountains and faces the sea.

"Many people's impression of Seattle is still the melancholy back of the hero in "Sleepless in Seattle", although I have to admit that the houseboat floating on Lake Union is indeed extremely romantic, but in reality the possibility of falling in love at first sight during the rainy season too low."

Looking at the coolly dressed young girls in the distance, Reed, who was wearing a beige shirt and never forgetting to carry a messenger bag no matter where he went, said quickly: "Actually, referring to the crime rate in the Seattle area, A single woman is far more likely to meet a serial killer than a quality lover, so I think..."

This young man who is dressed in a rigid manner and has a strong personal touch has an innocent and lovely face, and an ultra-low EQ that cannot match his ultra-high IQ.

"Better work hard. Work will save you, work hard will make you forget the pain."

Patting the big boy on the shoulder, Gideon interrupted his long speech gently and humorously, and turned to walk towards the scheduled visit.

Although I know that the genius doctor who looks like a young college student in front of me is not a mediocre person who talks about it, but a good baby who really wants to share the huge knowledge base in his mind with others, but doesn't know how to correctly connect his mind. But the current situation is really not suitable for continuing the conversation.

Because BAU far away from Quantico headquarters, there is still a very difficult case waiting for them to find clues.

After the security checked the documents, Gideon and Rhett walked into the mansion with an area of ​​tens of thousands of square feet.

Trying to avoid the large dogs running past, Rhett said uneasy and disbelieving: "What kind of person would spend 3000 million US dollars to build a house with 16 bedrooms, 5 bathrooms, a large restaurant and play area?" Kennels? I’ve seen more dogs in this yard than in the previous 24 years combined!”

Recalling the materials he had read in BAU before, Gideon said thoughtfully: "It should be a special group of people who are extremely insecure and have no trust in their own race. Do you still remember the famous saying, 'The more people you contact, the more you discover The more I like dogs.'”

"Or we're going to visit another 'Mrs. Roland'."

When the two entered the door, a sexy girl in a red dress with off-the-shoulder and a black gauze hat was already waiting in the living room facing the garden.

Under the bright light, Gideon clearly saw how beautiful and moving the half of her face facing the door was.

The woman's soft waist leaned on the sofa, her legs slightly tilted, revealing her slender ankles under the skirt.

She was gently stirring the coffee cup in her hand with a silver spoon, and her curly long chestnut hair hung on her shoulders, trembling slightly with the movement of her arms.

"Please sit down."

As if she just saw the guests coming from afar, Ashley pointed to the sofa opposite the coffee table without apology, "The maid is preparing afternoon tea for my pets, so I can only wrong the two detectives to taste the coffee I brewed myself gone."

Gideon nodded knowingly, "I'm Jason Gideon, and this is my partner, Dr. Spencer Reed. Sorry to bother you at this time, but there is something about Aiden Rhys We need answers from you."

"Oh, for God's sake!"

Ashley clapped her hands and whispered: "You really don't have to feel sorry for me, because since I learned of Aiden's death, the only thought in my heart is: 'Thank God, this day has finally come.'"

Reid, who couldn't help adding two more pieces of sugar, put down the coffee cup at a loss, "But you are twin brothers and sisters. Although fraternal twins will not have a unique telepathy like identical twins, why would you be so sympathetic to your brother?" Indifferent to death?"

Looking at the puzzled big boy on the opposite side, Ashley suddenly showed a strange smile, "As a profiler, what do you rely on to infer whether a person is a criminal or a victim?"

"Well, in many ways."

Reid answered seriously: "Physical characteristics, behavioral characteristics, and even facial expressions can allow a professional to make the most basic judgments."

"Then what can you tell from this face?"

Without warning, Ashley lifted the veil covering her right face, revealing her dry eye sockets and scarred skin, "Look at my face clearly, this is what Aiden left me at the age of 14." one's gift!"

"Oh! God!"

Compared to the panicked Rhett, Gideon, who had been on the sidelines, leaned closer to observe the scars carefully, "This kind of dense stab wounds can't be caused by accident, why didn't your parents call the police?"

"why?"

Ashley lowered her veil with a sneer, "Because for my father, compared to mediocre daughters, the son who has long been listed as the heir is the most precious family property!"

"As a genius, Aiden has shown a different side from ordinary people since he was a child. He is sensitive and suspicious, and his mood changes greatly. Sometimes he can be locked in the study without saying a word for a whole day. There are often dead animals in the house. , but my mother said it was because he was doing experiments. No one at school could talk to him, but no one can stop Aiden, who is like an invisible man, from making more and more remarkable achievements."

Her tone was very calm, as if she was describing a tragedy that happened to someone else, "The winter when Aiden first appeared in the supplement of the Scientific Research Society as a young genius, our family was talking and laughing. No one expected that Aiden would suddenly turn around and attack his own sister with a fork. Although he was quickly stopped, my right eye never came back."

Ashley looked at the two heavy-faced detectives again, and asked softly: "Who can imagine what it would be like for a 14-year-old child to be abandoned by his parents again after suffering unbearable pain? After my accident, my father immediately What I thought of was how to protect his genius son! He even threatened me with inheritance. Unless I swear to never bring up this nightmare again, it will be regarded as giving up the right to inherit the company automatically. This is the Reese family, even in the face of blood relatives , and will always choose the person with the heavier weight.”

The visiting detective never thought that there was such a sad secret behind the death of Aiden Reese, and he was a little inexplicably sad for a while.

Reid squeezed his fingers, pursed his lips and said in a low voice: "Well, I apologize to you for my previous wrong judgment."

"It's ok!"

Touching the right eye that no longer shed tears, Ashley finally said: "I don't mind if anyone notices my malice towards Aiden, you don't know how much I want this day to come, so no matter who kills him Whoever it is, I have to say thank you from the bottom of my heart.”

Gideon forced a smile, took out a photo from his pocket and put it on the table, "I don't know if you have any impression of what's on it?"

Ashley took the unicorn and looked at it, "Wow, what a beautiful card! I miss you? Is this a letter of love from someone else to Aiden?"

"No, this is the mark left by the murderer."

Gideon clasped his hands and explained: "Including Aiden, three people have died by suicide. But it is doubtful that these victims have received a white rose and a message card before their death. And People with mental illness like them, who like to hurt others as a way of venting, will not end their lives in such a cruel and bloody way even if they have the courage to commit suicide."

After hearing this, Ashley sneered and mocked: "Yeah, compared to innocent people who can be easily destroyed, those people always treat themselves with extra gentleness."

"I don't think there's anything else I can do to help you because the only time I saw Aiden after the age of 14 was at his funeral."

Gideon put down a business card when he got up to leave, "If you find anything suspicious while packing up Aiden's belongings, please call this number."

"Gideon, she threw your card out the window."

Reed, who accidentally saw this embarrassing scene, touched his uncomfortable stomach through his shirt, and asked the elders beside him, "Since you hate so much, why don't you take revenge yourself? Could it be that suffering for 20 years is just for An inheritance?"

Gideon, who was walking in the courtyard, also glanced back at the red figure standing behind the glass, and shook his head slightly, "Aiden is a critically ill patient suffering from schizophrenia. His life was already over. Ashley resented her brother, but there was still a trace of love hidden in her heart. When she took good care of those pets, who knows if there will be something in her heart? The shadow of the two brothers and sisters accompanying each other when they were young emerges. It’s just that in the process she substituted herself into the perfect person in the fantasy, changing from a passive bearer to a giver.”

"These pets are just replicas of Ashley's emotional surrogate?"

When Rhett looked at the puppy playing wildly in the distance again, he came to an extremely scary conclusion, "Clinical genetics research shows that the closer the blood relationship with a mentally ill patient, the higher the prevalence. Could it be that Ashley... ..."

Gideon sighed: "She was a very gentle model patient."

The two walked to the road in silence, and it wasn't until the elder in front was about to open the SUV's door that Reid opened his mouth to stop him.

"Gideon."

He hesitated for a long time, and finally hesitantly said under the concerned eyes of the other party: "Actually, if one parent is schizophrenic, the child's incidence rate is about 15%. I..."

Reid really wanted to tell the other party that he was the 15.00% existence, but finally got up the courage to say it but was interrupted by a phone call.

"Hello, this is Gideon."

Gideon first gestured to the older boy, indicating that he would continue this topic later, then turned and answered the phone.

His brows became more and more furrowed as the call lasted, and he looked solemnly at his partner who was hesitant to speak when the other party picked up the line, "Someone found the fourth deceased just this morning, and we have to hurry up." Go to Tennessee and join the team."

The author has something to say:

"Sleepless in Seattle"

Song Ci: Well, did any girls guess the content after seeing the headline?

Originally, the scumbag author wanted to write about perverts, so this is more straightforward.It's a pity that the editor said to be harmonious, so I found the closest word. =, =

The content about criminal psychology in the article comes from the materials that the scumbag author has read and Du Niang's friendly sponsorship. Please be merciful to the Censorship Party.

In addition, continuing the model of the Hong Kong chapter, here is still an original plot.

There is a group of Smurfs on the other side of the mountain and the other side of the sea, okay~~