[Criminal Minds] years before love

When they stepped into the small police station, Rossi and Hotch could clearly feel the disagreement that Miller had mentioned earlier.

The movements of the people gathered inside froze for a moment, and one of them, an old police officer who looked about 50 or [-] years old, saw them snorted and put the hat on the table on his head, as if he wanted to go out.

Rossi frowned, and suddenly flung out the handcuffs as the other passed by, locking his hands behind his back.

Hotch's movements were only slowed down by less than half a second, and before the others could react or reach out to touch the gun, his muzzle had already stuck to the head of the person controlled by Rossi.

The atmosphere suddenly became solemn.

Wallis Miller hurried forward to stop his other subordinates who were about to attack, "Agent Rossi?"

"Miller, what do you mean?" Even though the muzzle of the gun was attached to his head, the senior police officer still managed to raise his head and questioned.

"Has decades of being a police officer taught you how to disrupt a crime scene?" Rossi glared at him and snorted.

"There's no crime scene at all!" the man struggled to yell, Rossi had pushed him into the interrogation room and shut the door behind his words "You will be revenged by the devil!"

"Okay, now we can talk about the case." He motioned Hotch to put away his gun, glanced at the rest of the officers, and pointed to the door, "Who can tell me who he is?"

"Marty Kim, the first policeman on the scene." Miller glanced at the few people who had lowered their heads and were with Kim in the corner just now, "Well, Kim has been working here for a long time, and I believe he and the case It doesn't matter."

Rossi was noncommittal, "Let him stay inside."

"The police in several nearby towns are here except for those on duty," Miller said quickly.

Hotch stood in front of the glass and stared at the people inside. Rossi just handcuffed his hands, and didn't restrict his movements very much. Hotch watched him kick the door a few times and sat on the table angrily, twisting his arms unaccustomed.

"This is relevant information." Miller pointed to the specially set aside table and the materials piled on it, "The Carter family is from Florida, and their daughter has just been admitted to a state university. The itinerary in Alaska is not much different from that of ordinary travelers. No other body parts have been found to date."

"Where's the credit card?"

"The last recorded use was at the hotel."

Rossi nodded, "Now sort out your possible disappearance cases separately, including the disappearance cases of a family of three that have not attracted attention, and those guests who have made reservations but did not show up-I believe that the suspect has at least one family in his possession. Currently We think he is a male under the age of 35, strong enough to be a hunter, and very familiar with the place. There have been some problems in his family recently, and he may not be mentally normal in the eyes of very close people, but To the others, he was as polite as ever, never in a state where one would expect him to kill."

"What about...Kim?" Miller asked hesitantly as he watched everyone split up for action.

"Oh, wait a minute." Rossi nodded at Hotch.

"But Kim doesn't fit what you just said?" Miller looked worriedly at Hotch who pushed the door open, "Kim is a very devout believer. He may be afraid of demons, but he won't kill people."

"First, devout believers can kill." Rossi looked back at him. "Second, we didn't suspect him of murder, but obviously he was hiding something. I don't like uncertainties in the case."

"Is that your assistant?" After a while, Miller looked curiously at Hotch leaning against the door through the glass.

"Not really." Rossi also looked at Hotch in a daze, "Agent Hotch is a very good FBI agent and interrogation expert."

"Marty Kim." Hotch leaned against the door, watching the police officer who sat on the table and kept tossing his hands, trying to free himself from the handcuffs.

"Untie it for me, or I will make you look good!"

"Oh, how beautiful?" Hotch didn't even blink, "You need to face up to your situation, Kim, you destroyed the crime scene. My boss," Hotch pointed to the glass that couldn't see outside, "very Not happy. And just now you were threatening an FBI agent."

"You shouldn't be here at all." Kim glared at him angrily. "I told Miller to leave it alone."

"Kim, three people are dead. It's not elk, it's not sled dogs, it's people, people like you." Hotch frowned, stepped forward and pulled him up from the table, "Obviously your superiors don't think their Deaths don't need to be investigated."

"That's just the devil's game." Kim struggled and growled in a low voice.

"Murder is not a game. People are already dead. It's not like you destroy the scene to pretend it never happened."

Kim kept her mouth shut.

"Is that why your kids look down on you because of you?" Hotch asked in a low voice, staring at him.

"This has nothing to do with my child!" Kim roared angrily, wanting to punch him with fists, but in vain the handcuffs caused a burst of pain.

"The father he admired was a coward." Hotch chuckled. "No wonder he was so determined to get out of here."

"When did you investigate Kim?" Miller asked Rossi strangely across the wall.

"We don't need to waste time investigating him." Rossi seemed hesitant to go in. "He's not the target, we just want to know what he's hiding."

"Don't mess with my son!" In it, Kim stood up and slammed into Hotch, and Rossi was almost ready to rush in.

And Hotch stepped past him, reached out and grabbed the chain of the handcuffs and threw him back, so Rossi breathed a sigh of relief, listening to the inside continue, "Assaulting a police officer is a felony. It seems that you really want one of your sons to enter Prison father. But maybe he doesn't really care?"

Kim gritted her teeth and glared at him.

"So what are you afraid of?"

Kim was shocked as if he just came back to his senses, "The devil, the devil is really back. He will destroy everything!"