[Comprehensive Yingmei] I have special skills to solve crimes

Sweet's words let Morgan and Al know that they have found the wrong person, and they will definitely get some valuable information through him.

Morgan wanted to show Sia's photo to let Sweet recognize him, but Sia was not from BAU, and he didn't have a photo on hand, so he had to change his method.

"Sweet, do you still remember the person who ordered those dolls for you?"

Sweet rubbed his greasy hair that hadn't been washed for a long time, and when he put down his hands, the two people opposite him could still see his dark nails rubbed with shiny oil.

"Ha, who remembers this kind of thing? I just need to know that I can get paid for making a good doll, who cares!"

Morgan: "..."

Al: "..."

"Okay, okay, ha - I'm going to sleep, what else do you want?"

Sweet yawned and started to chase people away.

It's not that Sweet didn't cooperate. He said that the one who customized the doll was a man. As for the appearance and characteristics, he really didn't care.

The FBI is not a bandit, and it cannot take it by force, let alone help him recall the scene when the witness disagrees.

The two who thought they could get the information were speechless.

Before coming out, Morgan boasted that it was a small matter, and now it's nothing... how embarrassing.

Al took out his mobile phone before him: "Except for men, Sweet has no impression of custom-made people, we have to go another way."

A man who doesn't care about himself and life except for dolls, as if only dolls are left in his world.

He only wants money and doesn't pay attention to the appearance of customers, which is credible enough.

"fine."

Shia paused, and before hanging up the phone, he added, "Be careful on the way back."

After hanging up the phone, Al had a flash of inspiration and remembered one thing: If Sweet was only interested in dolls, didn't that person say anything about his request for dolls?

Al was overjoyed, turned around and knocked on the door again.

Sweet's impatient black face appeared behind the door, chasing people away even more impatiently: "I'm going to bed, what else do you want?"

Al asked hurriedly: "Didn't the person who customized the doll say anything about the doll's requirements? Whether it's the doll's clothes, expressions, movements, or colors, any detail will inadvertently reveal the information we need. Please Make sure to remember!"

"Ah, so..."

Al's attitude was very good, like a begging attitude, Sweet's dark face faded, and he rubbed his chin to recall carefully, "Speaking of which, that man gave me eight photos and asked me to follow the photos, don't Yes, no request."

"Think again..."

Al wanted to continue to ask, but Sweet closed the door with a dark face, shutting the two of them out, "Let's go, I'm going to sleep! Really, it's annoying to ask, so I said don't talk to me. deal with the police."

A door separated the people on both sides, and Sweet seemed to be cursing inside, blaming Morgan Ayer for disturbing his sleep.

Outside the door, the two blamed shrugged helplessly and drove back to the hotel.

With Sweet's attitude, maybe they have to change people to ask.

On the other side, Xi Ya who hung up the phone: "What did you just say?"

Rhett reminded in time: "Purpose."

Xi Ya has been unable to figure out the purpose of the prisoner in this case, "Yes, what is the purpose of the prisoner?"

Said it was to provoke her?What was Dickens's head for?

Said to provoke BAU?The whole case seemed to be aimed at her alone.

Garcia raised his hand weakly: "What is the purpose of killing Dickens?"

Shea shook her head. The criminal in this case was really thoughtful, so she couldn't get evidence.

The point is, the ability that is usually useful is really useless in front of Dickens, who doesn't recall anything before death.

Shea's ability, specifically, is a bit like empathy, but not quite.

Her ability is more similar to going back in time, not completely backtracking the death process of the deceased, but being able to see the story that the deceased cared most about and the last story of life.

Shea is like a storyteller. Through her eyes and mouth, God told her the pain and hatred of the deceased before death, and asked her to help bring the criminal to justice.

Shea used to dislike this ability because it allowed her to see too many things she didn't want to see. When she was young, she couldn't bear the negative emotions brought about by the ability and was on the verge of collapse.

But now Xia very much hopes that her abilities can expand a little bit, otherwise some high-intelligence criminals will not let some high-intelligence criminals kill more people in the extra time she spends.

"Provoking me is only about half of it."

Shia looked at the doll in the package she just received.

The name of the sender of the ninth courier is filled with "exquisite", if it is used as a modified attributive, then it is "Lin Xiya, you are an exquisite doll manipulated by, ", no matter whether there is this adjective or not , the meaning to be expressed is almost the same.

So, what is the use of the ninth express?

In their spare time, Garcia and JJ went through the express package over and over again. Except for a small version of Shia's doll in the box, there was only a smaller doll held in his arms.

As Shea had said before, she would receive a doll with blond hair, a pink dress, and one in her arms.

Inappropriately, Edward thought the doll was cute.

——Only for Shia.

Edward picked up the doll, and the little doll held in the doll's hand rolled down with a "click".

Edward's height was close to 1.8 meters. The thing he held in his hand rolled down, and the little doll clicked and fell off its head.

"...Sorry, I didn't mean to!"

Edward was a little confused, he was careful enough, but he didn't expect to be so vulnerable.

"No……"

Xi Ya wanted to say it's okay, but out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of something inside the head of the little doll that fell off, "What is that?"

Edward picked it up and handed it to Shea, "Looks like a piece of paper?"

Xi Ya picked up her smaller version of the doll, and pulled out a note from her empty head: [Flowers in Mirror and Moon in Water]

Edward: "Through the mirror?"

Rhett: "Through the mirror?"

The two Chinese-speaking men read out at the same time and looked at each other in surprise.

They understand the meaning of the mirror, but they don't understand what the other party wants to express in the case.

"Flowers in the mirror, moon in the water, flowers in the mirror, moon in the water, elusive artistic conception, illusory scene..."

Shia whispered over and over again, always feeling that she was about to catch some important clue, but let it slip away quietly, "What the hell is it?"

Finally got another brand new clue. Under Reid's explanation, BAU analyzed all the information it currently has.

What BAU people usually do is to profile criminals based on all the clues they have, geographic profiling, psychological profiling, behavioral profiling, in simple terms, analyze everything about criminals.

Sadly, clues are few and far between.

Nine couriers, eight dolls, a sentence, a human head, and a fingerprint may seem like a lot, but in fact, very little information can be obtained.

Meanwhile, out of traffic, Morgan and Al head back to the hotel.

Morgan parked in the underground garage, and Al got out of the car and entered through the hotel entrance.

At this time, Al saw a flash of ice blue through the reflection of the hotel glass.

The waiter?

Al subconsciously turned his head to look, just in time to see a familiar figure disappearing in the opposite alley, how could he look a bit like Sweet?

She hurried after him.

In the matter of tracking people, Al was quite proficient in doing it, making twists and turns, and safely followed the suspicious figure all the way to the warehouse not far away.

The waiter I had seen in the hotel stood far away at the warehouse door.

The man walked up to the waiter, and the two of them didn't know what to say. The waiter nodded, opened the door of the warehouse, and the two went in.

Al couldn't hear what they said, and the mouth shapes didn't look like English, so he didn't understand.

She has never missed the omniscient Rhett at this moment, at least with Rhett, there is absolutely no need to worry about not being able to understand what the other party is saying.Even if he couldn't understand the mouth shape at the first time, Rhett would quickly understand the meaning afterwards.

An IQ of 187 is so awesome!

Al followed up silently by taking advantage of the cover around him.

In order to prevent anyone from eavesdropping, the door of the warehouse was open, and Al secretly hid in a relatively undetectable corner, holding his breath and listening.

"Master Qingming, the puppet master is here."

Snow Maiden took off her hat and let her long icy blue hair flow down, reflecting the icy blue light in the tiny sunlight molecules.

"Hey hey hey..."

The puppeteer scratched his head and smirked, and looked up at Qingming, "Master Qingming, this is the first time I've really seen you. It's a great honor." He bent down and gave a gentleman's salute. With his sloppy appearance, he felt very inconsistent strong.

Seimei sat on the only chair in the middle of the warehouse, as if he didn't hear any sound, he turned a page in the book in his hand.

Snow Maiden and the puppeteer waited quietly.

After an unknown amount of time, Al's legs went numb from squatting outside, and Seimei inside finally said, "You stole her information."

What Seimei said was a declarative sentence, which meant that he was very sure.

The puppet master didn't dare to deny it, and lowered his head even lower: "Yes."

"reason."

"Master Seimei, I understand your greatness better than anyone else. In this world, no one understands my love for dolls, but you can. You are the hero who rescued me from the boundless darkness. God! Your partner must be someone who can stand shoulder to shoulder with you, she is not enough!"

"..."

"I know that Master Qingming's decision must have your reasons, so I challenged her, as long as she can win, then I will accept her as your partner and assist you wholeheartedly. If she can't, then..." the puppet master Smiling sinisterly, he raised his head, and that scruffy face covered with stubble was exactly the Sweet that Morgan and Al had seen not long ago.

Sweet's Japanese is not good, and he speaks English when he gets emotional.

Al recognized it immediately.

Dollmaker!

"Who!" Snow Maiden's figure flashed, and she appeared outside the warehouse door at a strange speed. With an elbow, she knocked Al, who was about to react, to the ground.

Al raised her arm back, and if she hit this time, she would be free.

However, the counterattack was suppressed by Yukino who had been on guard for a long time, her hands and feet were bound, and Al was crushed to the ground in a twisted posture.

Snow Maiden pushed Al into the warehouse.

"It's you?" Al exclaimed.

Even if she was beaten to death, she would never have guessed that the person behind the scenes was the Abe Seimei that Shia knew!

Qingming raised his eyes, and glanced coldly.

Al got goosebumps all over her body, she really felt the killing intent, this man wanted to kill her!

"I know..."

Qingming drew the tone, then closed the book suddenly with a "snap", walked out of the warehouse without looking sideways, and said lightly, "I dug it."

The author has something to say: I feel that many girls will scold me =. =

I'm so sleepy, why I didn't save the manuscript