[comprehensive] superior skills

Quantico, FBI Behavioral Analysis Division.

In a separate office, a fat girl wearing a colorful tutu skirt like butterfly wings quietly opened the door.

She looked around first, and when she realized that no one would notice her, she hurriedly took a few steps with the quill in her hand, and turned down the stairs nimbly.

"Hey, Rhett, come on!"

The young detective who was enjoying afternoon tea turned his head and saw the round face wearing the blue frame, "Garcia?"

The girl hiding on the side of the stairs walked over on tiptoe and said in a low voice, "I heard that the magical Meghan is in the reception room?"

Ever since she heard the prophecy about Hodge's child in the chat, the curious computer queen has spent her free time watching the entire "Telepathy" video.

After complaining unreservedly to several psychic mediums with obvious performance traces, she also found many unspeakable little secrets in other people's mailboxes, such as the sexual interests of the show producers.

From this point of view, it is not difficult to rely on scientific means to identify the true level of a psychic, provided that he first hides in the FBI office building.

And in the process of learning and exploring, she became extremely interested in the existence of the supernatural sixth sense.

"Well, Meghan is cooperating with the investigation, questions about her crazy fans."

Rhett couldn't understand her eyes, "Garcia, why are your eyes glowing like a cat's?"

"Red, aren't you curious?"

Garcia came over and described excitedly: "Imagine a psychic with super-sensitivity is sitting next to us, and there are two handsome men in the interrogation room who committed five murders for her."

"Of course, I regret from the bottom of my heart for the tragic events that have happened before. But what a crazy thing it is, how do you think I'll ask her for an autograph?"

"Cough," Rhett was a little frightened by her enthusiasm, although the same idea kept spinning in his mind, "Hodge won't agree."

As a profiler, he understands how deeply guilty it is for an idol to be committed evil in the name of obsession and worship by fans. Many people can't get out of the shadows in their entire lives, let alone she has just been held hostage.

"Or can we go in under the guise of delivering coffee?"

Garcia tried hard to convince him, "If you miss today, it will be very difficult to meet her again in the future!"

Reid hesitated for a moment, then looked at the busy colleagues around him, "just for a while?"

"Of course!" Garcia clapped and cheered, "Let's make a quick decision!"

"All right!"

Rhett quickly tidied up the items on the table, and took out a tea caddy from the drawer, "Maybe we will need this."

"Oh, I know it."

Garcia smiled ambiguously, "This is a gift from Megan, right? When you first met, even though the situation was not friendly."

"She's a sweet girl."

Realizing that he seemed to have said something wrong, Rhett touched his nose in a concealed manner, "I mean the tea she recommended to me is very effective, and it is of great help in improving sleep."

He didn't lie, since he drank this special black tea, the insomnia and nightmares that usually plagued him never appeared again.

Maybe he should ask Megan, what effective formula has been added to it?

Patting the big boy on the shoulder, Garcia smiled softly, "I know what you mean. Don't worry, no one will misunderstand it!"

The pair hit it off very carefully to avoid the hurried agents and approached the reception room stealthily.

This is a meeting room specially responsible for talking with the family members involved in the case, that is, the victim, so it looks far less oppressive than the interrogation room, and there is even a bouquet of fresh daisies on the window sill.

Having finished the conversation, Hodge, who was about to meet Gideon, opened the door and caught the two men who were secretly looking inside, "Red? Garcia? Why are you here?"

"That," under the sharp eyes of the superior, Reid obediently raised the cup in his hand, and said clumsily, "Is anyone thirsty?"

Hodge looked at the two coffee cups in his hand, then at the fat girl who was trying to hide behind the tall and thin man, turned around and said to the smiling party, "Someone will send you the sorted notes later, After signing, you can go home."

"Thank you." Megan, who was sitting on the sofa, said sincerely.

God for witness, she really appreciates the agents and sincerely apologizes to the Wen brothers who are in trouble.

"Individual matter."

The poker-faced supervisor bids farewell politely and strides past the two mischievous children as if he didn't see them.

"Oh, my pulse is going to stop!"

Garcia, who escaped unharmed, held his chest and said, "I can't believe he just let us go!"

Seeing the man's frown, she thought she would be taken back to receive some spiritual education like a primary school student.

"Hodge wasn't as serious as you might think," Reid recalls trying to remember, "although he was mostly."

"Okay, don't worry about it anymore."

Garcia bumped his arm, blinked and said, "Don't forget what we're here for!"

For a vivacious lady, she seemed to underestimate her own weight and overestimate the physical coordination of Dr. Genius.

"Hey!"

"Oh, God!"

Accompanied by the exclamation of the two, the coffee cup in Reid's hand suddenly tilted forward, splashing out a black and red water stain.

At the same time, Megan, who was about to be baptized by a shower of coffee and black tea, shifted positions at a speed that was hard to estimate with the naked eye, and sat on the opposite corner of the sofa.

Looking anxiously at the wet seat, Reid quickly explained: "Are you okay? Sorry, I didn't mean to!"

He was a little frustrated in his heart, every time he wanted to express his kindness to a girl, all kinds of accidents would always mess it up.

"What was that just now? Teleportation?"

Garcia, who witnessed what happened, exclaimed excitedly: "I can't believe it, I actually saw the Flash!"

"Calm down, Her Majesty!"

Megan smiled and spread her hands and said, "It's not as exaggerated as you imagined. I just avoided it in time when I sensed danger. When the coffee came over, I was already moving."

She looked at the frustrated little doctor again, "It's just an unavoidable little thing in life, why bother to take it to heart."

"Oh, Rhett is right, you are so sweet and sweet!"

Excitedly, Garcia betrayed his temporary ally in a blink of an eye, "Do you mind if I ask you a few questions? Guess the written content just like I did the test on the show. I really want to experience it for myself. The feeling of being connected with others!"

"of course can."

Megan waved to the place beside her, "Let's sit down and talk."

In the interrogation room, standing outside the two-way mirror, Morgan was flipping through the criminal file in his hand, "Dean Winchester, 26 years old, six feet one inch tall, was arrested by the police for posing as a federal agent, stealing a credit card, and then absconded His mother died unexpectedly when he was young, and his biological father seems to be a busy man, and he has been wandering around all over his adulthood. There are more than ten kinds of deadly weapons in his back compartment, and the places marked with special symbols on his notebook are also different from the states. It is linked to the deaths that have been solved. It also highlights details about Meghan Kane, including home addresses and the like.”

"It is worth noting that his younger brother, Sam Winchester, was a promising law school student."

If it weren't for the neighbors of Meghan's family who called the police after finding suspicious vehicles and hearing gunshots, there might be another new victim now.

Al was also observing the suspect, "Except for the mismatch in age and education, the rest fit the outline of the profile, although his income depends entirely on stolen cards."

"You forgot to add his brother."

Gideon carefully looked at every expression on the man's face, "The combined explosive power of two seemingly immature men is incalculable, and it cannot be explained simply by one plus one. Even if their motives Not for justice, but to get a woman's attention."

"Dean came here with a gift this time. Just like the Reagan shooting, fanatical fans felt that they had done enough to attract the idol's attention, and it was time to get the same level of response."

"If the other party's reaction is flat, it will deepen his anger and make him do things that are uncontrollable. Maybe that's how the shot at Kane's house happened. At first he just wanted to scare her, but when he gradually became addicted to this When you feel in control, everything changes."

Perhaps he would think that only by completely destroying a person can he completely possess her, and let her stay in the moment he wants most forever.

However, this kind of transformation is generally quantified and accumulated. Who will be Dean's first victim?

Thinking of the panic-stricken big boy hugging his older brother, Gideon felt as if he had found the answer.

"The only weird thing now is, why was Dean unconscious when the police arrived?"

Zhenzhen pointed to the man who was lying on the desk imitating playing the piano, "The wound on his head was obviously caused by external force."

There were only three people at the scene, Megan was the absolutely weak side, and Sam was the passive dominator, neither of them could cause harm to Dean.

"This requires the suspect himself to give us an answer." Gideon said.

When Dean, who was trapped in the small room, couldn't help but want to run away, the door of the isolation room finally opened.

"Dean Winchester?"

The older man who was the first to enter the door opened a chair and sat opposite him, "Jason Gideon, this is Alan Hodge next to me. Do you know why you are here?"

Dean accidentally touched the wound, and exclaimed in pain: "I don't know. I just remember that I was paying an ordinary visit before I passed out."

"A normal visit?"

Gideon picked up the evidence bag, "Who would visit someone with a gun? There is still a bullet fired here to testify. This is by no means a visit in the ordinary sense, at least that's not what the owner of the house said."

Hodge interjected from the side: "Megan Kane testified that after you pretended to be a federal agent and entered the living room, you immediately held her with pistols and guns, and wanted her to cooperate in doing some strange things, such as sacrificing sacrifices or something."

"That woman said so?"

Dean couldn't believe his ears, "We are holding her hostage? Wake up gentlemen, don't be deceived by the witch's lies anymore, can't you see such obvious scars!"

He cursed secretly in his heart, the damned policeman doesn't know anything, but only trusts a beautiful snake pretending to be kind based on his feeling.

Seeing the murderer's anger palpable, Gideon changed the subject, "How did you meet Megan? Is it through communication in your life, or through other means."

Dean didn't see the point of asking. "I just watched her tapes."

If it weren't for that damn video, he wouldn't have to be in such a mess now.

"so what?"

Gideon stared at him deeply, "Do you think the woman who is showing herself on it is a very unique and attractive person? It's like fate, you saw her at a glance. After meeting Megan, Other women are no different from vulgar things, and can no longer interest you."

"What exactly are you trying to say?"

Facing the aggressive man, Dean couldn't help but run away again, "If you want to sue me for trespassing, you can do whatever you want!"

He was not worried about his situation. Sam would always find a way to escape, and such things would not trouble the Wen family.

"I'm afraid you are now facing more than one charge."

Hodge displayed the crime scene photos in his hand one by one, "In addition to the five existing murder cases, your two brothers have also been involved in accidental deaths in several other states. I believe the required DNA evidence will come from yours. found in a vast arsenal of weapons."

"Although this series of chemical tests will take a certain amount of time to complete, this is also your last chance. The choice is yours to take the initiative to confess or remain silent to the end."

Dean refused to look at the bloody photos because it reminded him of how stupid mistakes he had made, but his behavior became a sign of guilt in the eyes of the detective.

Gideon pushed the photo forward, "Why are you afraid to look at these people, does it hurt you? Or is it because the people who should most appreciate your masterpiece negate your efforts?"

"No!"

Dean slammed the table angrily, and swept away the obstacle in front of him with his palm, "I didn't do these, it's all Megan! It's that damned woman!"

Hodge got up and picked up the photos scattered on the ground, "Whether you admit it or not, you and Sam will face several murder charges. I hope you are ready to start a new life."

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