Hotch stared at the glass ahead, his brow furrowed slowly.

"What's wrong?" Gideon noticed his distraction.

"I was just thinking that D□□e gave me a gun." Hotch snapped back from his thoughts and replied casually.

"Who?" Gideon narrowed his eyes immediately, "You mean D□□id?"

Hotch realized that he seemed to have revealed a title that should never be called in front of outsiders at that moment, and coughed twice in embarrassment, "I mean, Agent Rossi gave me a gun in his collection."

Gideon laughed, and after a while sighed half-truthfully, "Aaron, you haven't been separated from him for a day-don't try to convince me that you didn't get together last night, in such a tense case, because a A little evidence of a relationship...I hate men in love."

"No!" Hotch almost yelled angrily, "I just want to say—that the SSG3000 was his gun, it doesn't prove that he must be the one who shot it."

"You believe his story?"

"No, but I trust his hand." Hotch stretched out his right hand to show him the calluses, which are not thick but are still obvious. Keeping the shot accurate, the way the killer is doing, he has to practice. And his hands are too clean."

"But that said... if you stole his gun, would you risk sending it back?" Gideon turned to look at Sullivan. "Looks like there's something personal about it."

"It doesn't make sense. If all you want is to frame him, the murders should stop after he's caught — and it's going to be too expensive."

Gideon walked back to the display board and pressed the pictures of the victims one by one on the map, "Aaron, look at these victims. There is no doubt that this is a serial killer, whatever his other motives, obviously he can't stop killing .”

"Two completely different choices." Hotch shook his head in confusion, "I guess, maybe it's the projection of two women with different identities in his life?"

"It's possible," Gideon agreed. "We're back to the old question—who is he? Where is he?"

"From his choice of location, he favored old houses in the old town." Hotch re-examined the evidence. "Easy to invade, abundant hiding places, but not a good choice for shooting."

"He did it because these areas made him more comfortable, I guess, local, down and out, with no close women in his life." Gideon erased the four letters LDSK that the local police had originally written on it, "He's a regular serial killers, LDSK usually like to do it from a height or in a car."

"Wide vision and mobility." Hotch had gone through the list of evidence and walked to his side. "The starting point of his choice is not a weapon."

"The more and longer the murderer and the victim are in contact, the stronger the emotion they project." Gideon used a pen to trace the location of the incident on the map. Sullivan's home was only three blocks away from the place where the first case occurred. "For some reason, the murderer may have extremely low self-esteem in the relationship between men and women. He hides in dark corners of the street and looks for prey through a scope. He doesn't give them any human characteristics, just want to turn them into corpses."

"Perhaps he was rejected or abandoned." Hotch thought for a moment, "I don't think our colleagues searched Sullivan's home as a crime scene - they probably destroyed most of the evidence of the burglary, if it existed at all. .”

"They didn't." Gideon glanced at the list of evidence.

"I guess...they didn't bother to get the fingerprints on the gun either." Hotch tugged at the photo, "If Sullivan wasn't lying, he hasn't touched the gun in a long time. Why did the killer pick him? Why did the killer Will know he has a gun?"

Gideon stopped what he was doing and turned to look at him, "You're right. Let the lab do further testing right away, and we'll go to his house."

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