[Criminal Minds] years before love

A few hours later, Hotch followed Rossi off the plane in a thick windbreaker that didn't fit at all and didn't look like his own.No matter how unhappy he was, he knew that although wearing only a suit might not be a big problem for him, he would probably be considered crazy.

The local police were already waiting for them.

"The facial restoration experts have completed their work." Officer Wallis Miller, who was in charge of the case, said as he led them to the direction of the helicopter, "Someone recognized the missing person as the Carter family who lived in his small hotel before. It was a week ago, and they didn't find anything abnormal at that time. If you have no objections, we will temporarily set the case location in that small town."

Rossi nodded and took the photo he handed over.

"After further autopsy, the forensic doctor concluded that the gunshot wound on the forehead was caused after death." Officer Miller had obviously been working for a long time, and his face was full of fatigue. "Including the time when their heads left the body should also be posthumous. But the death The timing cannot be judged at this time, and the forensic doctor said that the bodies may have been exposed to some warm and humid environment-only that it is possible from the time they were last seen to a few hours before the bodies were found."

"What is the cause of death?" Hotch looked at the photo, and it looked like a girl of seventeen or eighteen years old and an adult man and woman in their thirties and forties. Judging from the genetic characteristics, there should be no problem with their parents and daughters.

The other party glanced at him who was following Rossi, helped them transfer their luggage to the helicopter, and motioned for them to go on the way, and said, "The report says that it cannot be confirmed, but I communicated with the forensic doctor in private, and he thinks it is very likely that the cold caused it. organ failure."

"Frozen to death?" Rossi frowned. The helicopter had already taken off, and he looked out of the window, which was obviously much colder than he was used to. "Can we talk now? What's the problem?"

"What?" The police officer tried to cover up in a panic.

"Even if there are some things that are difficult to explain, the crime against the corpse is not that serious to the police. If even a family of three freezes to death in this kind of place and requires the FBI to assist in the investigation, we can consider staying here directly." Hotch got up and directly pressed Wallis Miller, who seemed to be at least twice his width, against the window, and pointed out bluntly, "Officer Miller, tell the truth earlier, don't waste everyone's time."

"Tell us everything you know, or we won't be able to help you." Rossi almost leaned into his ear.

"Called us all the way, and didn't intend to tell us the truth—Dave, can I suspect they're trying to abduct you?" Hotch pressed Miller's knee, which was struggling.

"Why didn't you abduct you?" Rossi reached for his briefcase and rummaged through it rudely.

"Because I was an accident—otherwise trying to abduct Gideon wouldn't be much better," Hotch said dryly, before throwing the man who had finally settled down to the ground. "Be honest, please?"

"It seems to be because of this." Rossi pulled out a file and shook it. "It's unlikely that this thing was missed. We didn't see it before."

WallisMiller looked at Hotch, who seemed to be able to continue to control himself at any time, and then looked at Rossi, who was smiling mockingly, and finally lowered his head, "There was a big disagreement among us about whether to ask the FBI for help. Most people think It will bring terrible revenge, but I always feel that it is not that simple. The result of the final compromise is to conceal part of the truth and make a request-even I didn't expect you to agree."

"Miller, you don't take it seriously, do you?" Rossi looked at the photo of the body throwing scene. In the middle of the equilateral triangle formed by the three heads, there was blood seeping into the ice and snow, and the reddish Devil was almost clearly visible.

Wallis Miller sighed, "Alaska is closed."

"Then what exactly do you want us to do here?" Rossi simply dumped the contents of his bag.

Hotch took the photo and looked at it carefully, "Just one word? Doesn't it mean that all the murders in the world can be blamed on the devil, can they be busy?"

"That area has always been... special." Miller swallowed, trying to ease his tension. "Just over ten years ago, there were miracles."

"miracle?"

"There was a helicopter accident in a blizzard. It fell from a height of several hundred meters, and no one was injured."

"I'd call that accidental luck." Rossi almost rolled his eyes, and he had already dug out the part of the document that Miller carried with him that he hadn't read, "Huh?"

Hotch leaned over and saw a few photos, which were obviously animal heads. Although some of them looked very messy, it could still be seen that they were deliberately arranged in an equilateral triangle.

"Is this a special local sacrificial custom?" Hotch frowned, recalling that there was no mention of such a thing in the tourist brochure he just flipped through absent-mindedly.

"No." Officer Miller shook his head. "A few days ago, hunters found these dead animals. We, er, the tourism department thought it was a miracle at first. After the murder... everyone thought it was a warning from the devil."

"Your views on miracles and demons are a bit too random. I think at least in normal cultural perception, even if demons want to commit crimes here, it seems that they should choose to be colder, and it will be dark for almost a whole day .” Rossi shook her head.

"So what do you think this is?" Officer Miller saw them exchange a look.

"Exercise on animals, seemingly biased victim selection, unnecessary disposition of corpses, elaborate dumping scene." Hotch snapped the photo in his arms.

"Congratulations, you may have met the first serial killer of your career." Rossi patted him on the shoulder, "Hopefully the last."

"A serial killer who can strike again at any time in this kind of place is much more damaging to the tourism industry than an illusory demon." Hotch looked at him. "Officer, pay attention to your unsolved disappearances."

"What's bad is that this kind of case that targets the whole traveling family, it is likely that no one will report it at all." Rossi said worriedly, "they are far away from familiar social relationships and environments, and no one will pay attention to when they should show up. Where. Many of these victims probably just disappeared."

"Can you go and see the scene?" Hotch squinted and looked out the window.

"They had cleared the scene when I got there," Officer Miller whispered.

"This is a serious violation." Hotch was a little annoyed. "I suggest you investigate whether your colleague in charge of the scene is suspected of a crime. But we still have to look."

"Look at what?"

"Something you can't see." Rossi smiled.