[Variety Drama] Mobility Scourge

【My dear... wait for me... after... I will...】******

On a slightly cool morning, the sunlight coming in through the curtains was just light, and it didn’t look warm. Reid walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows with the freshly brewed coffee in hand and opened the curtains. The familiar scenery outside the window gave Reid a sense of comfort. Smile, it feels so good to be back in the United States. A series of things have happened recently, and I have no chance to relax my mood, but...

"Morning~r~"

A sudden force came from his waist, a pair of slender and soft hands hugged him from behind, and the woman stood behind him, leaning against his back, with a soft voice, as if she hadn't woken up look.

"Morning, Lucida."

Reid replied with a smile, he likes to say hello to Lucida every morning, he likes to start every day with her hug, he likes this simple and boring mode, because it feels like home and tastes of life .

Lucida let go of Reid and walked up to Reid and hugged him again. Lucida squinted her eyes slightly, she looked like a clingy cat, she tiptoed her lips to Reid's lips and printed light With a kiss, Lucida tasted the taste of coffee from Reid's lips, and Lucida smiled slyly like a cat again.

Reid kissed Lucida, but raised his eyelids inadvertently, but the worst thing was, he seemed to see a terrifying scene in the building opposite...

Lucida's father, Vese, was standing on the balcony of the building opposite, holding a cup of coffee in his hand, looking at him with a smile, then grinning, and gestured with his thumb on his neck.

hiss……

This is a threat!Serious threat!

Reid shook subconsciously, let go of Lucida, the expression on his face was a little stiff, Reid puffed up his cheeks and looked at the confused Lucida, it seemed that Lucida didn't know at all, the father she just met was living On the opposite side of their building, you can see it every morning from the balcony.

"Drip..."

Have a text message?

Reid took out his phone from his pocket, it was a text message from Hotch, no surprise.

There are cases.

******

"Oh, it's good to see you all back."

As soon as they walked into the analysis room, Garcia gave Reid and Lucida a big hug. When Reid was kidnapped, they were very anxious. Now that they have returned safely, the hanging heart has also come down. See The rest of the people came in one after another. Garcia let go of Lucida and walked back to the front of the screen. After Rossi opened the chair and sat down gracefully, he raised his eyebrows at Reid, and his tone was very meaningful: "Wow Oh, you are fully back, we should hold a reception ceremony."

"your treat?"

JJ hooked his lips, but agreed with Rossi's words. Rossi shrugged and said indifferently: "Instead of treating guests, I might as well invite you to my mansion, and I will welcome you in person."

Listening to Rossi's words, Reid and Hotch couldn't help but twitch their mouths.

Take the wind...he's not going on a trip.

Mansion... Rossi, you local tyrant.

"Okay, let's look at the case."

Garcia used the controller in her hand to call out two photos, one was a photo of the victim, and the other was a photo of the crime scene, but the photo of the crime scene looked a little weird.

"Julieeddy, 33 years old, white collar, living in Atlantic City, hands were neatly cut off from the body."

Garcia is not good at handling weird cases, and she doesn't know what adjectives to use to describe the body found this time.

"A plaster cast?"

Blake frowned. The corpse was found hidden in the plaster statue. No, it was not so much hidden in the plaster statue as the corpse was made into a plaster statue. It was only then that Xue discovered that there was something wrong with the plaster statue, and the place where the corpse was found was also very bold. It was in the park, in the middle of the pool in the park.

"The place where the corpse was abandoned is too ostentatious."

Rossi propped his chin with his index finger, and opened the report in his other hand. Reid raised his eyebrows and retorted habitually: "I think it should be called the place where the corpses are disposed of."

Rossi twitched the corner of his mouth: "You have refuted this sentence last time."

Reid also flipped through the report in his hand, nodded and replied seriously: "Yes, I remember, on April 2010, 4."

Rossi's face twisted for a moment, damn it, you still remember it from so long ago...

"I moved the plaster statue to the park early in the morning. Although it was a time when there were few people, it was still very eye-catching."

"Yes, the park staff said the statue wasn't there when they did their routine inspection this morning."

Rossi, who opened the autopsy report, saw that one of the reports was a little suspicious. He asked in a lazy tone and a slightly low voice: "The autopsy report said that the victim died of suffocation, and she was raped alive. A statue, why did the murderer refrigerate her afterwards?"

"Perhaps to delay spoilage?"

JJ mentioned a possibility, and Reid immediately followed up JJ's words: "This is one of them, and it may also be to obscure the time of death, and she was not refrigerated, she was frozen."

Rossi raised his eyebrows: "Is there any difference between refrigeration and freezing?"

Reid grinned, showing a smile that both Morgan and Rossi hated, and the young doctor said confidently: "Of course, this is the difference between sub-zero and above-zero. If it is refrigerated, it will not freeze, but if it is frozen, it will freeze. "

"...so... this corpse, is it frozen?"

"Yes, it is difficult to determine the time of death if it is more than three months old."

Reid continued to look down, brows continued to frown: "There were a lot of atracurium, polychloramine and propranolol in the victim's body. The first two are nerve restraint drugs, and the latter is for treating arrhythmia. If used in large quantities, it will Blocking the signal transmission between the brain and muscles and the slow response of the central nervous system, the murderer first put her under house arrest, then made her into a statue, refrigerated and then displayed it."

"Wait, wait, Reid, you mean the victims were alive, even conscious, when they were made into statues?"

"It can be said that there is no drug in her body that can lose consciousness. To be precise, the victim is conscious and can feel external stimuli, but she cannot move physically. She knows what happened to her body."

She was conscious even when her hand was cut off.

"The murderer wants complete control over the victim."

H lowered his eyes and his voice did not fluctuate. He had a hunch that this was just the beginning.

When bau flew to Atlantic City and just got off the plane, he was notified by the local police and found another body.

"vese you guys go to the scene with dave, jj and me and blake go to the police station."

H immediately assigned tasks, and two groups of people walked in two directions.

The body was found, no, the place where the statue was found was in the square of the mall, another bold and crowded place.

"This murderer is extremely egotistical and he's showing everyone what he's capable of."

Rossi and the others arrived at the scene, and they could see the surrounded statue from a distance. There were still many people watching outside the cordon. CSI people collected evidence at the scene. After Rossi and the others entered the cordon, the police came to give them Tell the story.

"The statue was discovered an hour ago by a power distribution worker in the mall, there were no witnesses."

The local police brought a few people to the statue. If you look carefully, the statue is quite good, if there is no corpse inside.

"Well, we can let our artists take a look."

rossi was talking about lucida, if it was a corpse they were experts, but this is a corpse covered in plaster, so they have professional artists here, lucida's point of view may be the same as reid, give them a different direction, Rossi step aside and let Lucida take a closer look.

The posture of the statue is looking down, which is different from the statue found before. The face of the previous statue was destroyed before the photo was taken, and it cannot be restored. However, the statue has not been damaged in any way. Lucida narrowed her eyes and inspected it carefully. .

"There's progress, if you ask me."

Lucida shrugged, and what she said sounded a bit embarrassing, Morgan twitched her lips: "Is there any progress?"

Lucida nodded, pointed at the statue with her slender fingers and said leisurely: "Compared with the previous statue, this statue has softer lines and much more detailed depictions. It can be said that there is a clear improvement."

Although it is true, why does it sound awkward?

But Lucida's words also pointed out a message, Morgan frowned slightly: "He is practicing, and, in order to reach his highest level, he will produce more and more works."

"Conceit, show your work to the world, pay tribute to art..."

Rossi stared at the expressionless plaster statue, murmured in his mouth, and inadvertently glanced at Lucida's expression, and saw Lucida staring at the plaster statue with a tangled face, not knowing what he was thinking.

"What are you still looking at?"

Lucida tilted her head, puffed her cheeks and said in a slightly depressed voice: "I don't know if it's my illusion, I feel that this plaster cast looks a bit like me, tsk, it feels a little disgusting."

Listening to Lucida's words, Rossi did a serious comparison, no matter how Rossi looked at it, he felt...

"I didn't see it at all."

"Rossi, this needs to be viewed with a professional eye."

"..."

You still feel sick to yourself.

"Crack, click, click..."

The slight sound of the shutter, a few quick clicks, sounded like a hallucination. The few people standing in front of the plaster statue did not notice that there was such a pair of eyes in a dark corner, staring at them closely.

******

The afternoon sun was shining on the balcony, and a small soft sofa was placed on the balcony. The style of this sofa was completely incompatible with the cold black and white style in the room, but there was only one person who was comfortable with it. curled up on the sofa, like a cat basking in the sun, with a faint smile on his pretty face, and his sleeping appearance makes people reluctant to wake him up.

"You are comfortable."

A cold voice came, and a man with a tough face walked out of the room. With his capable hairstyle and sharp gaze, his whole person gave off a sharp and irresistible evil spirit. He looked coldly at the man who was sleeping on the sofa. This man's comfortable appearance made his eyes twitch. He is so good-looking that he can accept anything. This fact is so embarrassing.

"My baby girl lives just across the street. I can see her every morning. I feel like the sun is shining into my heart."

The man lying on the sofa did not fall asleep, but closed his eyes for a nap. He had no tendency to open his eyes, but closed his eyes to talk. His reddish-brown hair became dazzling and soft under the sunlight. It's unimaginable that this man can still look neat and tidy despite all the shopping, he is the current boss of the Genovese family who controls most of New York's underground drugs, controls two-thirds of the dock business, and even sells arms.

He is now more like a silly father, living opposite his daughter's house, watching his daughter's living situation eagerly every day. He used to be sneaky, but now he is a peeping of the aboveboard, which makes the exclusive killer of the family look at it. pumping.

"Now that you have finally recognized the troublemaker, don't worry."

He was ordered by this man to protect Vese, that troublesome ghost for 20 years, and he has gotten used to not being a killer anymore, but a protector in the dark.

"Do not."

Silvio slowly opened his eyes. The pair of green pupils inherited by Lucida were not as deep as Silvio's. Only looking at Lucida's eyes seemed gentle. At the moment, they were cold and emotionless. Silvio looked at the front indifferently and said indifferently: " If you don't find that guy for a day, Lucida won't be considered safe for a day."

Silvio sat up slowly, looked into the distance with an inexplicable expression, and the man murmured in a nice voice: "It's been almost 20 years..."

"Her memory still hasn't recovered."

"..."

Silvio didn't answer. He felt that if Lucida didn't remember, then he didn't remember.