[CM] THE CASE

The sword is the servant of justice. — E. Spencer

"...Golconda means rich mineral deposits. In fact, this location was indeed famous for its mineral deposits before." Reid talked on and on, and didn't intend to stop when he got off the car. Emily straightened her coat and whispered to Griffith, "Isn't he thirsty?"

Griffith thought for a while: "Yes, get him a glass of water later."

Emily: "..."

Wait, I don't care about him!

She walked into the police station depressed and handed over her documents to the front desk for inspection. Griffith did ask for water, but it was only three glasses, which comforted Emily a little.

"Magistrate Davis went to the scene. I'm sorry I can't entertain you." The female police officer at the front desk said, "Here is your place. Our police station is relatively small and there is no separate office. I hope you can understand."

"It's okay," Emily said, "Take us there."

As soon as they entered the door, they heard heart-piercing screams.The sound was so shrill that Griffith couldn't help shaking.

They saw the policeman dragging an old woman out. The woman struggled desperately and screamed.

Reid had seen this all the time at his mother's nursing home, but it was weird at the police station.However, the people around did not respond, as if they had already gotten used to it.

"I know my rights!" the woman yelled, "I don't want to go home!"

While talking, she suddenly noticed Emily.Before everyone could react, she suddenly broke free from the police officer controlling her, rushed over and grabbed Emily by the collar.

Startled, Griffith subconsciously took a step forward to separate them.

"He's coming back! I know, he's coming back!" the woman said upside down, like a mad witch.

Griffith and the officers separated the two at the same time.The police officer reluctantly compromised: "Okay, okay, you can go back, go back and stay!"

"Really?"

"Really." The policeman said impatiently, and dragged the woman back to the detention center instead.

Griffith had just breathed a sigh of relief when the woman suddenly struggled again. Emily noticed that she dropped something and picked it up: "Hey, you dropped something!"

The police blocked it vigilantly, and Emily smiled slightly: "It's a whistle, there is no harm."

The woman looked her up and down vigilantly, and took it carefully.Then, she held her head up, trying to make herself look reserved: "Thank you."

Standing behind them, Reid said awkwardly, "Well, a lunatic with a whistle isn't too weird."

"Be careful." Griffith frowned. "I have a strange feeling."

"It doesn't matter that much." Emily said with a headache, "We have to do the writing test first, forget?"

Of course it is not forgotten, and it is also very efficient. When Hotch and the others returned from the desert, Reid gave him the test.

Garcia in Quantico received Morgan's photo.Half of the tattoo was covered in blood and flesh. Garcia forcibly suppressed the disgust from the bottom up and began to search for information about the prison.

JJ came in with a map and a thumbtack at some point. Garcia took advantage of the gap in the search to look back, just in time to see JJ nailing the map to the wall.

"What are you doing?" Garcia pushed down his glasses.

"Mark where all the victims were found on the map, starting with Gideon's first case," JJ said as he worked.

"Ow, it hurts!" Garcia grumbled.

JJ knew that Garcia didn't like other people doing anything in the computer room without permission, but the situation forced her to give her an innocent look.

Fortunately, the beep of the computer diverted Garcia's attention.

JJ said to himself: "So people last saw Katharine Hale here, Salt Lake City, Utah, and then the stump was found in Golconda, Nevada." After speaking, there were two more red pushpins on the map.

Computer screens flicked past pictures of prisoners. Garcia finally pays off: "It's a prison gang tattoo, ingested into the San Quentin prison system, belonging to... Reno Rodriguez, 42. Bounced bail seven months ago, caught by Salt Lake City police five weeks later."

"So he was abducted near where he was last found, followed by Katharine Hale. The prisoner seems to be traveling from east to west to Golconda." JJ stared at the map thoughtfully, "If he lived there, where did he come from? come?"

Garcia shook her head blankly.

The computer beeped again.

A few hours passed, but the computer room that was cut off from the sun could hardly feel the passage of time. Garcia swallowed her saliva and said tremblingly, "If...if these people are connected, then he killed hundreds of people in North America."

On her screen, black and white missing reports flashed frame by frame.Even though she had seen more bloody scenes, Garcia felt that this was the moment she feared the most.

JJ trembled: "How many years has it happened in the past?"

"30."

"Okay, go ahead." JJ picked up the second box of thumbtacks.

"Sacramento, California...Lincoln County, Nebraska...Gary, Indiana..."

JJ comforted her while nailing it: "If we find out where he has been, maybe we can figure out what Golconda means to him."

Garcia seemed to have never heard of it: "Want to know the worst news?"

JJ gave up on himself: "Is there anything worse?"

"Yes." Garcia started to fax the early autopsy report to Hotch. "Did you know? Early virus tests showed a large amount of ketamine in the victim's blood, which means..."

"Was the victim killed while fully conscious?" Georgia asked impatiently.

No one answered her.

"Imagine what she's going through." Georgia turned to face the wall, as if she couldn't bear to hear any more.

Emily distilled the key points: "The most important thing is that the suspect is going to see the fear in the victim's eyes, which excites him."

The police officers are taking notes.

Garcia's fax interrupted the release of the test, but completed their data in time. Hotch continued: "He either has medical training or he has developed that skill over the years."

"Find a man in his mid or late 50s who is highly intelligent, organized and tidy."

"His vehicle was probably a dark caravan or truck," Griffith said. "It's not new, it's in good condition, it's sound proof."

Morgan stood beside him: "There are CB antennas, radar detectors, and police radios inside. Those are the things that help him evade you."

"There will be surgical equipment on the wall, a dentist's chair or dissecting table." Hotch sat at the table.

"All the killings were recorded, either filmed or written in a diary," speculates Gideon. "It wasn't very convenient to film at first, so it was probably a diary, which he carried with him, in the inside pocket on the right side of his coat."

Someone questioned: "How do you know?"

"He was left-handed from the traces on the body," Reid explained. "He didn't have any human emotions. He didn't feel sympathy, remorse, or love."

Georgia looked preoccupied.After the test is finished.She even forgot to organize her hands.The adjutant glanced at her and consciously took over her job.

"Is something bothering you?" Gideon approached.

"Your writing reminds me of a story," Georgia said. "There's someone you need to meet."

"I just thought there was something wrong with that lunatic," Griffith said. "She was the only surviving victim, right?"

"That's right," Hotch said. "The mirrored ceiling, the anatomy charts and the dissecting table, that's added to the description of the vehicle."

Griffith obediently took note.

"By the way, Griffith, Gideon suggested that I keep you out of contact with the prisoner this time," Hotch said. "I took his advice, but I wanted to know that you should know."

Griffith was taken aback.

Gideon makes sense. Griffith couldn't guarantee whether he could face the murderer rationally this time, Gideon was actually protecting him.

"Okay, sir." Griffith said, and then he changed the topic, "The FBI headquarters is taking this case very seriously, and has launched a nationwide carpet search and issued a national arrest warrant. But so far, only a white male, 50 years old, is known. Up and down, medium build, tall."

"That's all," Hotch said. "We may not have time to eat when we search the large vehicle parking lot. You can ask Reid for a snack mat."

Griffith asked in surprise, "Reid has a snack?"

"He usually has some, not many, and if he doesn't have any, just ask Morgan. By the way, ask for a bag for me."

Griffith laughed, "Yes, sir!"