[Comprehensive] Live broadcast of the crime scene

"FBI!"

When Mo Xian pointed a gun at the doctor Peter with both hands on the screen, the roommate Liu Jirong who stood behind Han Jiangxue and just wanted to take a look was so frightened that her heart stopped beating. She held her breath and stared at the screen without blinking. , for fear of missing a shot.

And the pointed doctor Peter held a serrated bread knife in his hand, showing a——she didn’t know how to describe it, just like the expression on the face of a cold snake watching its prey—smile, and even licked it. He licked the "ketchup" on the corner of his mouth, and after a delay, the police caught up. They spread out in the room near the door, pointing guns at him in random places.

Mo Xian, who was staring at Peter, had no intention of being frightened at all. Her face was like a frozen sculpture, as cold as a gun in her hand, and she warned again in a low voice, "FBI, put down the knife and raise your hands."

He stretched out his index finger with his free left hand and shook it, as if signaling her to shut up, then smiled contentedly and said, "Surprise! See what I found?"

Mo Xian remained motionless and did not speak.

"One...," he laughed too eagerly, bent over to hold his belly, raised his head and hissed at Mo Xian, "...the same kind."

"You must have wanted to shoot just now, right?" He smiled strangely, "I saw it," waggling his finger in the air and clicking Mo Xian's eyes, "You want to kill me."

"We are the same," he said in an intimate tone.

Before Mo Xian could refute, Peter dropped the knife and raised his hands.

Just as the policeman inside the door uncuffed his handcuffs from his waist and approached him step by step, he suddenly jumped up, ignoring the gun that Mo Xian pointed at him, and stretched his hands like iron claws towards the opponent's neck.

"boom!"

Before Mo Xian could shoot, he heard a gunshot, Peter's white coat was slowly covered with blood, he threw forward uncontrollably, Mo Xian stepped back, and fell right at her feet.

"It's a pity that I didn't die by your hands."

After muttering these words, Peter lay on the ground, motionless.The silvery and clear moonlight poured down on him like water, the lights of the neighbors came on one by one, and several people poked their heads out from the window sills. On the dirty and wet black concrete floor, the doctor's white coat was stained with sewage mixed with it. Bloody water, gurgling and flowing.

[Mamma Mia, I was scared to death,] Li Shi was relieved when he saw this, [This murderer is awesome. ] [Real serial killers, organized serial killers are ruthless people. ] [His dying struggle just now scared me almost out of breath. ] [Who shot?Momo? ]

[It seems not, he fell down without Momo driving. ]

"Hodge?" Mo Xian looked at Hodge, the director of the BAU with a serious face who was still smoking with a gun in his hand, jumped up like a cat caught by its tail, and almost screamed, "Why are you here? !"

"Winnie Jeffrey," after uttering the name, he had a serious conversation with the captain of the police force, and looked at Mo Xian, "come with me."

Mo Xian hurriedly stuffed the gun into the holster, and followed with a low eyebrow. The two passed through the doctor's clinic on the first floor and came to the front door of the clinic. At the door, Hodge stared at her very seriously, "This afternoon What did I tell you?"

Afterwards, when the accountant came, Mo Xian lowered his head and said softly, "Stay in Richmond obediently, and you are not allowed to go anywhere."

Hodge stared at her for a long time, then walked towards the sheriff in the room, and said, "There is no second time."

"Hodge," Mo Xian raised his head and stopped him, "Thank you."

Thank you Hodge for killing the serial killer quickly, and thank him for not letting blood get on his hands, even though it doesn't matter to Mo Xian.

The back that was as tall as a mountain and seemed to be able to block all storms in front stopped, turned his back to Mo Xian, and said, "You are different from him."

Mo Xian could not help but smile slightly, "I know."

"I know."

At this time, the window on Han Jiangxue's computer desktop suddenly jumped up, and a message hung in the message window, "I just saw a very interesting sentence in the book on polygraphs, saying that repeating a sentence is likely to be a lie." ~ Dear friends, have you got it yet?"

The police found seven or eight bottles of tomato sauce in Doctor Peter's refrigerator. When the lids were all opened, there was a smell of rust in the clinic. Needless to say, anyone who smelled this smell knew it well. This is the smell of blood.

They searched the inside of the small building and found several barrels of blood hidden in the freezer upstairs, but there was no sign of struggle and other people living in the house. Fortunately, Garcia found out from Peter's records that he lived in two places in the suburbs. The police took people to search the house in time, and they found the three victims who had not been killed and another serial killer who was trapped unconscious on the side-Keith Green, the makeup artist assistant.

The case that threatened Mo Xian's personal safety was solved, and another serial killer was involved, which is also quite rare, according to Reid. "Serial killers are territorial and they have different groups of victims. , different methods of committing crimes, there are very few serial killers who are willing to accept others of the same kind like Peter. Criminology professor Taffett divides serial killers into fantasy, task-oriented, pleasure-oriented, and power/domination-oriented. /Domination-oriented type, he seeks to control the process to satisfy his own desire for control. After catching the victim, he is not eager to kill him, but raises him up and controls the life of the other party, one, two, three, and finally, He even tried to control other serial killers. Luckily we caught him before he succeeded."

"So we're missing a serial killer scavenger," Morgan joked after catching the criminal.

They may have been aware of the disappearance of Hodge and Moxian at night, but they didn't mention a word intimately. The page just turned over. They gathered in Richmond Forest Park in the early morning to find Winnie Jeffrey and other victims.

And just when Hodge came out of the toilet cubicle, he saw Reid waiting in front of the sink, as if he wanted to say something to him.

"Hodge," Rhett twisted his fingers uneasily, "I want to talk to you about Mo."

"We never profile our companions," Hodge said, turning on the tap and washing his fingers under the bright incandescent light.

"But she..."

"Stop it," Hodge solemnly interrupted what Rhett was about to say.

"She is our companion."

"Now."