[Comprehensive Yingmei] I have special skills to solve crimes

Garcia vomited a few times, but nothing came out.

Fortunately, I didn't forget to turn off the video before vomiting. No matter how embarrassed she was, she was the only one in the room, and no one else saw her.

The severed head is terrible, and the murderer is even more terrible.

Garcia touched his throbbing chest and dialed out the phone: "Shia, did you send Rhett something...?"

Garcia wanted to get confirmation personally, otherwise she would never believe that Shea would send a human head on Rhett's birthday.

"thing?"

The car was driving slowly, Xia looked sideways, and the things she had prepared were kept in the passenger seat, "I haven't sent them."

"Huh—" Garcia breathed a sigh of relief.

Weighing the way of asking, the tone of congratulations...

Shia stepped on the accelerator and stopped on the side of the road, "Did Reid receive the item sent in my name?"

If it wasn't for the special moment, Garcia would really like to applaud the witty goddess.

No matter who did it, the head sent in the name of Xi Ya, the bloody doll received by everyone in bau, there is no part of the whole thing that does not reveal a strange atmosphere, and Xi Ya can't stay out of it.

"Yes, Rhett received a... head in your name."

For a moment, the content of Qin Xiaoming's divination flashed in Xi Ya's mind: a disaster of blood and light.

Hongluan hasn't moved yet, and her old friend is even gone. The third bloody disaster is accompanied by the faint prison disaster, which can't wait to come first.

Xi Ya snorted coldly, and if she dared to do things in her name, she had to be prepared for 360 kinds of mental punishment after being caught.

"I'll be there in half an hour, wait for me."

After being a netizen chatting online for a month, I finally had a chance to face him, and was disturbed by the damned murderer.

Garcia was full of resentment, but at the same time excited because he could truly fight side by side with Shia.

Just after hanging up the phone here, Morgan's video came in without missing a second.

The tacit understanding formed through long-term handling of the case, several people can know each other's meaning with just one look.

Garcia connected, and without waiting for Morgan to speak, he answered what they wanted to know: "Just contacted Shea, she hasn't sent anything to Rhett, and she is still on the way, need half an hour, wait for her?"

After thinking about it, she raised her eyebrows and added, "It sounds pretty angry."

JJ helped his forehead helplessly, "I know how angry I would be if someone pretended to be my name and sent a head the day before my friend's birthday."

friend?

Rhett pursed his lips and did not refute.

"Put that aside for now."

Gideon made up his mind. "Let's talk about the Los Angeles case first."

Having seen Shea's ability to handle cases not long ago, Hotchner did not object.

In other words, everyone in bau has no objection.

It'll be there in half an hour.

The angry Shea stepped on the accelerator to take a shortcut, skipping the expected scenery, compressing the original one-hour journey to less than half an hour, and rushed to the FBI building in Quantico.

Shea's work permit has access to the fbi building in New York, but Quantico's... doesn't.

There is no permission, there is no permission to enter the law.

Shia smiled slightly, and took out an all-black magnetic card from her wallet.

Before the magnetic card touched the card reader, the door opened from the inside.

The delicate face of jj beauty appeared in front of her eyes.

"Come? Come in."

Let people in first, JJ led them to the elevator, and handed over a temporary visitor card, "Your card doesn't have permission yet, so you can only use this for the time being."

Shea silently put away the black card, and hung the visitor card on the bag by the way.

In the FBI building in New York, you can still see a few agents laughing with coffee. In the FBI building in Quantico, you can only see busy figures coming and going. Except for similar suits and uniforms, you can’t see a single face clearly.

Shia naturally attributed the reason to the suppression of several big mountains such as Iron Man, Spiderman, Captain America in New York.

She offered her opinion faithfully: "Whenever Quantico comes out with a Spiderman and Batman, maybe it won't be so busy."

JJ froze for a moment, smiled, and relaxed his tense nerves, "You can suggest them to settle here."

What can make a criminal feel threatened?

Spider-Man, who is elusive and flies around the walls to catch bad guys, Stark Iron Man, a local tyrant with golden red bumps flying in the sky, and Captain America who has the hardest shield and leads the Avengers Alliance?

There are always a small number of people with special powers. It is human beings who really scare criminals and dare not commit crimes.

This time, Xia intends to teach the guy who dares to pretend to be someone else, what is "politeness"!

The elevator rose slowly.

JJ joked: "Garcia was very happy to meet with you last night. I didn't expect you to meet a few hours earlier."

Xi Ya also smiled: "Yeah, catch this old birthday boy who hanged himself, and we'll have a good reunion."

She felt a little bit of resentment when she spoke, and hurriedly made amends, "If you hurry up, maybe you can celebrate the birthday in advance."

JJ shook his head regretfully, "More than one case."

He looked familiar, apparently his plans had been interrupted countless times in the past, and the released pigeons could circle the earth.

Shia: "..."

She has a bad feeling.

The premonition came true upon entering the conference room.

On the big screen, there are five rows of five, two rows, and pictures of ten women.

On the table, several courier boxes were lined up side by side, and the largest one emitted a faint white mist that was visible to the naked eye. It should be the "birthday gift" presented in her name.

People who have seen it a few times flipped through the materials with a tablet, but no one spoke in the conference room, and the atmosphere was a bit depressing.

jj coughed, "cough." Someone came.

Reid leaned on the chair and immediately sat up straight, waved his hands tentatively, "Hi, long time no see."

Among the people in bau, the one Shia is most familiar with is Garcia, whom she contacts every day, followed by her little friend Reed who plays games.

Garcia was still staying in her favorite little black room. After saying hello, Shea chose to sit next to Rhett.

Red's position is closest to the head.

Shia quickly skipped a few express slips, and reached out to the express box with the lid on.

Rhett pressed her hand and kindly reminded: "It's a human head."

Shia nodded, Garcia said before coming that she was mentally prepared.

But even if she was mentally prepared, the moment she saw the head, she still couldn't help being stunned.

"What is he?"

Morgan: "Who?"

Rhett: "You know me?"

The two spoke in unison and asked the same question.

Shea nodded, then shook her head again, explaining to the puzzled people: "I bought something in Seattle and sent it back to China. Just after I got out of the post office, someone snatched my bag. This is the one who snatched my bag."

"So coincidentally?"

Al blurted out.

Coincidentally?not necessarily.

Shia stared at the wound between the head's eyebrows.

The human head had been frozen at extremely low temperatures and exposed to warm air for nearly an hour. The frozen pork seemed to be thawing slowly.It looks the same, but the damage mechanism after being frozen is largely different from the original one.

The shot right between the eyebrows was extremely accurate.

Gunshot wounds include typical penetrating wounds, burns, long-distance shooting, and one-shot death.

Reid could see from the head what gun the sniper was using, but he couldn't see the sniper's intentions.

Or rather, he was skeptical of that idea.

In ten seconds, Shia closed the lid again, "Tell me what you think."

Shea didn't name her name, and several people were still wondering who she was talking to. Reid nodded quite self-consciously and replied: "In 1997, the eyebrow killer Brown Swift shot through the victim's eyebrow with a Walter PP gun. Cut off the head, and the person who receives the head is the next victim."

Piercing between the eyebrows is a good way to kill, as long as you hit it, you will definitely die.

Unfortunately, not everyone can do it.

Brown Swift's father was a sniper who retired from World War II. Under his father's guidance, his marksmanship was crisp and sharp, and he could easily kill people from a hundred meters away. He was an extremely accurate sniper.

The arrest process was very difficult that year, and three agents were lost as a result.

The "Brow-Brow Killer" with the background of World War II has had as much influence as Jack the Ripper.

Some people hate it, some people worship it.

If this case..."Imitation case?"

Morgan shook his head, denying himself, "No, the 'Brown Killer' doesn't have the habit of giving dolls to a group of people."

Seeing the bloodstains on the dolls, Xi Ya remembered the gun that Linse had given her, "The special police officer with the most accurate marksmanship in Quantico, within what range can he hit the center of the eyebrow with one shot?"

The reason why the dead are not considered to have died from pistols/guns such as Desert/Eagle is that the basic range of pistols/guns mainly used for self-defense is within 50 meters.

The wounds of short-range shooting are different from those of long-distance shooting. The impact caused by short-range shooting is greater, and the wound is more traumatic. In order to hit the target at a long distance, the bullets of sniper/shooter/guns are relatively small and light. This small circular wound may form.

"180 meters."

Hotchner with the two guns knows this best.

Dolls—bloodstains—threats—warnings—human heads—demonstrations...

Shia looked at the doll sent again, picked up the jj's one, and fixed her eyes on the small black and red dot, unable to move away for a long time.

"When will your express delivery be the earliest..."

Before he finished speaking, Reid silently handed over a piece of paper, which was the time he had counted before.

Including delivery time, pick-up time, shipping time, delivery time, sign-in time, and the time when the last text message was received, none of them will be missed.

Shia flicked the paper and smiled darkly: "I just entered the post office with my front foot, and my things went out with my back foot; I just left the post office with my front foot, and someone snatched the bag with my back foot; It's in your hands before...hehe."

Shea's tone was relatively calm.

At least Rhett thought so.

—the calm before the storm.