[comprehensive] superior skills

In the morning, Hodge, who came to the office an hour earlier, was reviewing the documents accumulated during the field work and signing them one by one.

After a brief knock on the door, Zhenzhen, who was also holding a file full of files, revealed her dazzling blond hair and beautiful face.

"What happened?" Hodge stopped writing.

Zhenzhen tilted her head towards the door, "They are all in place."

After nodding, Hodge closed the cap of his pen, got up and walked out of the table, "Okay, let's go to the meeting room."

Across the open and dense office area, in a quiet and closed room at the end of the corridor, Gideon, who was standing in front of the blinds and observing the passers-by not far away, finally turned around, "People never know what they are about to face. What's right."

On the glass plate in front of him are the last images left in the world when more than a dozen lives passed away.

No dignity, but so shocking.

The other people in the room didn't speak, they just quietly looked at the dead who could only exist as a case number from now on just like him.

Hodge, who rushed to the rendezvous at the fastest speed, picked up the remote control on the table, "I'm sorry to take up everyone's rest day, but we don't have much time. Now standing on the opposite side of the federal law is an extremely dangerous repeater." As a killer, he will accumulate experience in more and more killings, and will gradually improve his killing skills. The danger of a mature killer is beyond doubt. No one can guarantee that he will always retain the so-called sense of justice in his heart. Instead of shifting the target of venting to anyone who walks by him."

"So let's try to find him before he commits more crimes and morphs into a real butcher."

"He's too low-key."

Reid looked at the video of the crime scene on the LCD screen and said: "It is difficult to find the control and social identity of other killers in the unknown suspect, just like the zodiac signs."

Morgan patted him on the shoulder weakly, "Hey, the serial killer you mentioned has not been caught for 40 years."

"So what I mean is," Reid twirled the signature pen in his hand, and said not so optimistically, "Could this be another Zodiac?"

Will a person who is unassuming and does not do any useless work other than killing people really fall into the hunter's trap easily?

Seeing that the atmosphere was gloomy for a while, Gideon said encouragingly: "It is not 40 years ago now. We have more scientific and effective identification methods that can narrow down the suspects to a range as much as possible. Believe me, as long as we If you continue to work hard, you will definitely project the image in your mind onto someone in reality."

"And the first question before us is, how did the murderer select the four dead through those initial victims?"

He rubbed his swollen temples, "There's not even a little intersection between them, no matter in terms of life trajectory or behavior pattern."

Including the most unremarkable-looking Luke Wright. If the police hadn't put his DNA in a vault after his death, who would have thought that this honest postman would be a serial killer across Mississippi.

"I think the only intersection between them is that they both chose to sacrifice others to improve themselves, or to satisfy their own desires."

Al placed the file branch on the table, and said in a sharp tone: "Look at the evil deeds these four people have committed!"

"Luke Wright, the nightmare delivery man who killed seven people in a row; Anna White, the daughter of a congressman who left her friend at sea at a birthday party and drove away alone on a yacht, killing two and injuring three; Aiden Rhys, using The CEO of Environmental Chemicals, who disposes of corpses for opportunities to test water sources; and Edward Smith, who cut off his girlfriend's rope."

"For anyone with even a little bit of normal values, how does it feel to see such a person get away with mental illness, family background and mask?"

"Disappointed," Zhenzhen sighed, "It should be extremely disappointed with this society."

"And resentment."

Morgan went on: "Resentment at injustice, self-abuse at the individual's powerlessness in the face of injustice, and anger at the absence of a single person in the world to right wrong."

"That's why superhero-themed works are so popular."

Reid's thinking jumped again, "Spiderman, Superman and even Batman are all human reflections of unfair treatment, and they long for such a person to uphold justice."

"Justice, this is the answer left to us by the dead."

Finally connecting the clues in his mind step by step, Gideon walked towards the photos that recorded the last suffering journey, "These dead people need justice, and so do their families. And the killer we are looking for is A night knight who thinks he can bring justice!"

"I think we can refine our preliminary profile."

Following Gideon's train of thought, Hodge wrote on the glass: "What we are looking for is a white male with good features and build, who may be well educated and financially well established. Not very Young, because such a man lacks experience and self-control; but he will not be mature enough to affect his physical coordination, so his age should be between 35 and 45."

"This is a person with strong self-control ability and a perfectionist. He is more likely to be celibate at present. He should have religious beliefs, but he rarely goes to church, because in his heart he is the embodiment of justice and the messenger of God. "

"The circle of work and life allows him to get in touch with those unknown secrets. In addition, he has strong anti-reconnaissance capabilities. It is very likely that this person works in the judicial department or related units."

It was not until Hodge stopped that Gideon added to the team members present: "Every murder is so flawless, which shows that he has imagined countless times in his mind, and even every tiny possibility They have all been practiced. This process is extremely depressing and boring, and the strength that can support him to persevere and put it into practice, except for the sense of justice in his heart, is only to resonate with the victim's family. If he has come into contact with those people in reality , will definitely express extraordinary compassion and tolerance. I think that when any family is in such a difficult situation, they will never forget the people who have expressed kindness to them.”

After Gideon finished speaking, he closed his eyes, tried to assume the identity of the unknown suspect, and used the most reasonable possibility to guess the true reaction of the man.

Seeing that he was lost in thought, the rest of the people quietly flipped through the documents in their hands, hoping to find more valuable highlights through them.

Gideon suddenly opened his eyes amidst the slight sound of flipping through the papers in the room, "If the murderer lived well, would he support those families in need?"

Perhaps the murderer will establish a certain degree of interpersonal relationship with the family members of the victim through special channels, which will allow him to get in close contact with those people while ensuring his own safety, thereby achieving some unknown sense of satisfaction.

Zhenzhen asked in surprise, "Didn't they get compensation?"

"Don't think about it."

Morgan shrugged helplessly, "Wright is a pauper, Smith has never pleaded guilty so far, Senator White and the company refused to respond to this matter."

"Stingy capitalist."

Rhett gently waved the signature pen in his hand, and said in a weird accent: "He turned a blind eye to people's pain, and always hid in the secret room to 'caress, caress, admire his gold coins.'"

Unlike the subordinates who sneaked in and spoofed, Hodge, who was reminded, directly dialed the dedicated line of the IT expert, "Garcia, I need you to find all the relevant records of the families who suffered losses due to these four people, including immediate family members including parents. current living situation, working environment, economic level, and the most frequent similarities in bank statements."

He paused as he spoke, "If possible, it's best to add their online social status, and see if there are any abnormalities in the online communication in the last year or two."

"Alright sir, please wait a moment."

In front of the shiny display screen, Garcia nimbly tapped the keyboard until web pages popped up, "Oh, there it is!"

"Except for the recently involved Keller family, the rest of the dozen or so families all moved to another city or even other states. Half of them disintegrated after losing their children, and a few intact ones also had major financial problems. I checked By the time three of them had auctioned off the property, they had paid off their loans.”

"Oh!"

After an exclamation, Garcia's voice became very sad, "There is another victim's father who became addicted to drugs because he couldn't bear the blow, and died of a drug overdose half a year later. All these years, that poor mother has always been there Run alone."

Although he has long been accustomed to facing the harm caused by death, Hodge couldn't help but frowned, "Garcia, has there been any special visitors to their personal webpage?"

"No."

Garcia clicked on the communication channels registered under the names of all the relevant people. "These people seem to have never existed. They disappeared directly from blogs, Facebook, and even the interest groups they once participated in."

"That's the normal state."

Gideon, who listened carefully to every detail, said with understanding: "Anyone who has suffered the piercing pain will probably only be an invisible person before the wound heals."

Moving, divorcing, and shifting responsibility to the other party can all keep him away from pain, away from those who can stimulate him to recall the good past at any time.

But when these suffering people are all huddled underground to heal their wounds, how did the murderer find them?Or rather, how they resonate.

"These people must have some sort of cryptic connection, why can't we find it?"

Gideon pushed away the chair and began to walk back and forth anxiously in front of the glass, "From the initial conception to the execution of the murder plan, the murderer has already completed a qualitative leap. During this long period of time, there must be something that prompted him to make a decision The stimulus for this choice."

Because he moved too much when turning around, he accidentally rubbed the outermost photo.

When he bent down to pick up the photo in annoyance, a dazzling light flashed in his mind like an explosion.

"Gideon?"

Hodge walked over to help him up, "Are you okay?"

"No, I'm so stupid!"

Gideon held up the photo, which showed a mangled corpse, "It was always in front of my eyes, but I missed it."

Morgan looked at the mutilated dead, "You mean, the long-gone are the bridge between the two?"

At this point, a smile finally appeared on Gideon's face, "Hodge, do you still remember the photo frame we saw at Keller's house? What was written on the back?"

That sentence full of sincere emotion just revealed a father's biggest secret.

"'To you, my Daisy.'"

After repeating softly, Hodge suddenly woke up and said, "This sentence not only marks the end of Edward's life, but also means that Joyce sacrificed his daughter to the unknown suspect!"

"I'm afraid it's not just Joyce who made the choice." Gideon said heavily.

"Garcia!"

Hodge turned to the technician who was still on standby, "put down the work at hand, and put the investigation target back on all the dead, including Daisy Keller."

"Good sir!"

The technician who was staring at the screen began to input the names that had disappeared in her best years. As more and more information jumped out, her eyes instantly stretched into a circular arc.

"Oh, God!"

"Garcia?"

Hearing the exclamation inside, Hodge immediately asked, "What did you find?"

"these people……"

In the airtight room, Garcia hugged his shoulders unconsciously, and said in a trembling voice: "These people have always lived by our side!"

"All the relevant accounts under their names have never been canceled, and even after death, some people posted information and comments on time. Especially Daisy Keller, her father has been paying for her mobile phone communication charges, as if she is still using Same."

"The scary thing is that a year and a half ago, all these dead people landed on the same weird website. This website really gave me chills. The entire page design is only in dismal black and white. Oh, plus It doesn't even have any privacy settings, anyone can view all the posts just by clicking in. The most creepy thing is that the only person who can really make the moderator, the owner of the website, reply personally One type, that is to upload the wishing stickers of the registered users of the death certificate!"

Interrupting her incoherent description aloud, Hodge asked emphatically, "Garcia, what is the name of this website?"

At the conference table, the team members who realized that the clues they had so far were close enough to the truth were all attentively waiting for the answer.

On the other end of the phone, after tightly holding the cross hanging on his chest, Garcia resisted the chill in his heart and read out the string of scarlet words, "Bucket list."

The author has something to say:

"Eugénie Grandet"

Song Ci: Well, this can be regarded as a comprehensive world, and there are many soy sauce lords that everyone is familiar with.

In addition, psychic mediums are very unusual professions in Laomei. In reality, there are some who write books, appear on TV, and help the police solve crimes. Anyway, they all mix well.

Twinkle, twinkle, sparkle~~