[comprehensive] superior skills

As night fell, the agents who had been on the road all day met in a very famous local tavern and enjoyed a rare moment of peace.

"Oh, this tastes amazing!"

Morgan ate two Super Barbecue Burgers in one go, and praised in satisfaction: "I can't believe I can still eat tomato juice!"

The group members at the dinner table all smiled tacitly when they heard his words, only Rhett, who was always slow, delicately fiddled with the baked potatoes on the dinner plate, and said solemnly: "The famous cognitive psychologist Paul Brown Lum said that from an evolutionary perspective, life is a competition for proteins from other organisms."

Before Morgan could react, Gideon, who was familiar with Paul's research topics, stopped immediately: "Come on Morgan, you won't want to know what he said next!"

Morgan, who knew something was wrong, also stopped the topic, "Alright young man, you win!"

Smiling, he glanced at the little doctor who was still confused about the situation. Hodge, who was sipping beer quietly, saw that everyone had almost finished eating, and then said: "Morgan and I have nothing to gain from the victim's family, how about you?"

Although they never talked about the case outside in order to avoid causing panic and leaking case information, but now in this lively tavern full of fans, no one will be distracted to notice the misfit detectives in the corner.

"I exchanged some opinions with the local police, and checked the evidence they collected." Zhenzhen shrugged her shoulders. "Unsurprisingly, as usual, there are no fingerprints, footprints, or even a suspicious shadow."

"Edward's neighbors said the same thing."

Gideon went on to say: "Living in this old-fashioned residential area is all acquaintances. Every time a new neighbor moves in, it will attract everyone's attention, just like the previous victims. It is a pity that the people around did not find anything suspicious. People, as if that person never appeared, or that he appeared but was not seen by others."

"A person who has no sense of existence?"

Al gently wiped off the oil stains on his hands, "If the murderer wants to get close to the victim, even if he just hid in a corner and observed him, he should leave some clues, instead of leaving no trace like an invisible man. Seen Who would ignore a stranger who shows up at their doorstep when the news and the Internet are so intensely following those potential dangers?"

"Unless it is a super mediocre and harmless person, people will subconsciously list him as an impossible option."

Reid frowned and said, "But this kind of person doesn't fit our profile."

"Yes."

Gideon took out a small notebook and concluded on it: "This person is smart and confident and has strong planning and execution ability. It is impossible for a very confident person to have obvious flaws in appearance. He is probably a handsome and mature white man. A man of this kind. He must have been of explosive size, with a beautiful muscular mass, and no less than six feet tall. Think of the three previous victims, except for the only female member, the other two were all hidden in the Hunters with beast instincts in the dark, how could an ordinary office herbivore kill them?"

He suddenly stopped writing and looked at the big boy opposite, "Oh, Rhett, I'm not talking about you, although you will never pass the physical fitness test."

Amid the good-natured laughter from everyone, Rhett tried to save himself some face, "Maybe this person will use some assistive devices, such as drugs. If all dangerous drugs are included, even a toddler will It is possible to bring down an elephant alone."

Gideon shook his head. He'd thought about it before.But when I thought about those two experienced hunters, I realized that they were the kind of people who would never let unknown and suspicious people approach.

"But how can such a man be ignored by women?"

Al looked at Zhenzhen with a mutual understanding smile, "Even if their rivals in love, that is, the same kind will deliberately ignore or even be hostile to this kind of people, women will not. Even if any woman does not remember the newsstand she passed by on the way to work, And I will never forget the handsome man I met at the intersection while waiting for the red light."

Coincidentally, as one of the opposites who don't know how to communicate with the opposite sex, Reid said with a little melancholy: "Just like when birds mate, the male with more beautiful feathers always attracts the female's attention more."

"Oh, our little doctor's heart has sprouted!"

Morgan put his arms around his shoulders and exaggeratedly shook the muscles in his chest, "Come on, kid, as long as you spend an hour every day exercising with me, I guarantee you won't miss next spring again!"

Zhenzhen, who was next to the two of them, smiled helplessly: "Believe me, Rhett, you need to learn how to communicate with girls for more than three sentences than the muscles that can only add points."

In fact, what she wants to say is that as long as Rhett doesn't turn every word to science, his appearance alone can easily attract women's attention.

"Hey, agents, let's get back to business."

Gideon tapped the notebook, "Because of the unknown suspect's strong self-confidence and never-repetitive crime pattern, every time he commits a new case, we will learn more about this person. So the next thing to do , is to find out how this man hides himself in a crowd."

He firmly believes that everything in the world has a track to follow.

If you don't find it, it's not that the enemy is too cunning, most likely because you haven't done enough.

Hodge glanced at the tired-looking team members, and finally decided: "Go back and rest, everyone. Starting tomorrow, we will refocus on the victim and investigate all suspicious people around him on a large scale."

The next day, in a detached wooden house next to a corn field in the outskirts, Gideon and Hodge met the subject of this visit, the father of the girl who died unexpectedly seven years ago.

Compared with Mr. Smith, who runs a real estate company, Joyce Keller looks much older.

His face is full of traces left by the years, the neatly combed black hair is mixed with the color of white snow, and only those bright eyes can vaguely see the demeanor of his youth in his entire facial features.

Joyce bent down and put down two glasses in front of the guests, "Please try these fresh corn juices, all grown in my own land."

Gideon nodded and praised after taking a sip: "Thank you, the taste is very good."

He casually observed the decoration in the living room, and asked as he glanced at a photo, "Mind if I take a look?"

"Oh, you mean this one?"

After taking the photo frame, Joyce wiped the clean surface, and said with emotion: "This is left by Daisy when she graduated, and it has been so long before I know it."

Gideon stared at the girl with a bright smile, "You miss her very much."

Some people after the loss of a loved one will try to deny her existence and try to avoid everything related to them, so as to save themselves from pain.

This photo frame has no signs of discoloration or aging, and it was obviously stored under airtight conditions, which just proves from the side that the Keller family also once escaped the tragedy of the death of their only daughter.

But now after many years, these items related to Daisy reappeared in this room. What changed Keller and gave him the courage to face the deepest scar in his heart?

Joyce clasped his hands and prayed like a devout believer, "Of course I miss her very much. Daisy has never left in my heart."

Gideon handed the photo frame to Hodge, motioning him to look at the signature on the back, "I heard you used to be a professional truck driver?"

"Yes, but I've been switching careers for years."

Maybe because he didn't expect the federal agents to even ask about such a trivial matter, Joyce paused and said calmly: "After losing my daughter, I found that I can no longer drive on the road. Because I can't help but want to drive Cars running into buildings on the side of the road, or families traveling by car. I hate seeing their smiling faces, their happy family, it makes me feel like I have nothing. Even though I don’t mean to hurt anyone.”

"In order to control this violent desire, with the help of a support group, I chose to change my career and farm. It turns out that the land does have an extraordinary power, it can bring peace and tranquility. When the dirt comes out, my heart will be filled with a sense of accomplishment."

He said with a smile, "At least now I don't feel so uncomfortable seeing Daisy."

"Trust me, I know how difficult that is." Gideon changed the subject. "Did you hear the news of Edward's death? Did his father inform you?"

"Rolf?"

Joyce's eyes widened in shock, "Did something happen to Edward? I haven't received any news!"

Staring at each other's eyes, Hodge suddenly said: "Edward Smith was found dead in his residence the morning before yesterday. It was murder."

"Oh, what a surprise!"

Joyce covered his mouth and exclaimed, "Life is always full of surprises!"

The astonishment on his face was unmistakable, and even his thin body trembled slightly because of the excitement.

"May I ask where you were that morning? Around midnight." Gideon said at the right time.

"Well, the morning before yesterday, I remembered!"

Joyce rummaged in his pocket while talking, "I drove to the neighboring city early in the morning because of the seasonal agricultural products fair. People here should be able to prove it for me."

Hodge took the crooked business card and looked at the contact number on it, "We will send someone to check."

"Okay, that's it." Gideon stood up and said goodbye. "If there is anything else that needs help, we will come to you again."

"Sorry for not being able to help."

Joyce sent the two agents to the side of the path, nodded with a smile, "Goodbye, Agent Gideon. Goodbye, Agent Hodge."

He stared at the front of the house for a long time, until his eyes were dry before he turned and walked towards the corn field.

In the opposite position, across a small road across the slopes full of weeds on both sides, until the figure of the man in the distance walked towards the golden field again, Gideon said affirmatively to his partner: "He is lying!" !"

"About what?" Hodge asked back: "Edward's death information?"

The occurrence of such a vicious and sensational case in the former residence of Elvis Presley really attracted the attention of some media.It wasn't hard for Keller to get this information from the newspaper, even if he was acting weird.

"Everything!"

Gideon waved his hands and exploded: "He has never forgotten his daughter, nor the murderer. Joyce is obsessed with the land not because it will bring him hope, but because he can repeat the burial there over and over again. , Harvest, and decompose Edward's ultimate fantasy, just like the person who killed his closest relatives ruined his life!"

As a coward in life, Joyce didn't have enough courage to kill the culprit who destroyed Keller's house, but he never gave up looking for someone who could realize his revenge plan instead.

"Until today, seven years later, he finally got his wish." Hodge remembered the signature on the back of the photo frame, "'Dedicated to you, my Daisy.' This sentence should have been written after Edward died. I already knew that the murderer would die."

"I think we were all looking in the wrong direction before."

Gideon clutched his forehead and thought in situ, "The murderer didn't appear next to the latest victim, but has always been around the family of the original victim."

"It was those who were suffering silently who found him, and that led to the death of the four people who should have been punished."

Trying to catch the flash of light in his mind, Gideon looked at his companion with those eyes that seemed to see through everything, "The question before us now is, what is it that connects so many suffering families together? Together?"

Hodge's brows were deeply raised, "at least it must not be those mutual aid groups, where people will only help each other endure and even adapt to the pain imposed on them by life, rather than stand up and fight against fate."

"If your speculation is true, I think there must be a huge group of die-hard fans behind the murderer."

Thinking of those innocent people who should have been treated fairly, Gideon tightly pursed his lips, "The curse of the dead is sometimes more terrible than the hatred of the living.

Accompanied by his voice, the soft warm wind blows through the branches full of wild fruits and gently rolls up the hem of the two people's clothes, and then drifts away after being stained with a faint lingering fragrance, leaving only a sigh .

The sudden exposure of new clues did not make the detectives feel much easier, but made them deeply aware that if the murderous suspects cannot be stopped in time, more deaths may erupt.

Even if the executioner's killing speed will never be as fast as that of the evil person, as long as there are people who need him, he will continue to kill until the day when everything comes to an end.

Sitting in a car moving at a constant speed, Gideon, who seemed to be admiring the scenery on the street, suddenly said heavily: "There will be no more clues here, I think we can return to Quantico."

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