[Zhongyingmei] That snake

Take off the newspaper clippings on bau and mutants on the wall, carefully lock them in the drawer together with the notebook, and then close and lock the door of the room.

Oliver, who had just come out of the room, saw Jack running over and grabbing his hand.

He squatted down so that his eyes were level with Jack, and rubbed Jack's head, "What's wrong?"

"Oli, I saw the poster of Captain America." He looked excitedly at the closed door of the study, "But rubbing my head all the time won't make me grow taller."

"Don't worry, I will be taller than Dad after Jackie." Oliver is quite confident about this, after all, growth hormone is also within his control.

"You like Captain America?" Oliver noticed Jack's starry eyes.

"Uh-huh."

"Then take you to the Captain America Museum, okay? You can compare your height with the captain."

"Oli you are so kind!"

Successfully distracted, Oliver breathed a sigh of relief.

"Now, it's time for us to get back to the dinner table."

Asking Jack to stay at the dining table obediently, Oliver heard a knock on the door.

Opening the door, Hotch and Haley came.

Oliver leaned sideways and invited the two in.

Haley looked around the room for Jack,

Oliver told her sweetly: "Jack is eating at the restaurant."

"Thank you for taking care of Jack," Hotch said.

"It's nothing, Jack is also very good." Oliver said with a smile.

Jack trotted over and threw himself into Haley's arms, calling softly, "Mom, dad."

Oliver noticed that Hotch was carrying a briefcase and his suit hadn't changed, so he asked, "Have you guys not eaten yet? If you don't mind, you can eat here."

Some habits of being a Chinese in my previous life are really hard to get rid of. For example, now when guests come to dinner, they must stay.

"Oli's cooking is delicious!" Jack echoed, "Dad, you really should try it."

Hotch agreed and followed Oliver to the restaurant, but "Oli?" he asked suspiciously.

"Dad, only I can call you Oli." The little angel Jack spoke first.

"A small nickname. Call it whatever you want, Oliver, Oli, Oreo." Oliver joked casually, "Just don't call him Liv."

"Is there anything special about the name?" Hotch's tone was unusually light.

"My mother always called me that - when I didn't want to get up, and then she would roll me into a quilt and push me on the bed." Oliver recalled that this young man always had more energy than him. The exuberant mother, with a helpless smile in her eyes, "That's not a good memory, and don't you think this name looks like a girl?"

"Fun childhood, Biscuit Guy." Hotch patted him on the shoulder.

Well, Oliver didn't expect Hotch to choose the most unreliable name, Oreo, and I hope he forgets about it tomorrow.

After joking, Oliver went to the kitchen and brought two bowls of porridge to the table.

Jack happily introduced the dishes on the table to Hotch and Haley.

If Oliver hadn't taught him the names of these Chinese dishes, I'm afraid Oliver himself would be confused by the children's poor Chinese pronunciation.

Haley was pleasantly surprised to see that Jack didn't reject carrots and spinach at all, and even liked it.You know, housewives are always worried about their children's picky eaters.

"Mr. Williams, do you have any children?" Haley asked.

Oliver didn't expect the question to be so wide-ranging, so he didn't react for a while, "Sorry?"

"You are very good at taking care of children." Before half a day, Jack became your loyal little fan, Haley saw the ring on Oliver's right index finger, "And, this ring?"

Oliver took off the ring on his finger, and there was a huge difference between the skin color of the end of the index finger blocked by the ring and the overall skin color.

“It was given to me by my mum when I was in college and I was single all the time. As for the kids, I have a sister who is 11 years younger than me and I almost raised them all by myself.

"

Oliver was playing with the ring in his hand while talking. There was an upside-down diamond embedded in the center of the silver ring. Sometimes he would be scratched by this unusual diamond, which made Oliver suspect that the designer was anti-human.

"I was negligent," Haley said. "Can you write me a copy of the menu? Jack likes your food."

"of course."

Jack looked at his mother contentedly, and smiled like a little flower.

Hotch also smiled rarely.

If he didn't have a straight face, he wouldn't be considered adopted at all, Oliver thought silently.

When he went to work the next day, Hotch still called Oliver Williams. Oliver was glad that he didn't call him Oreo, but felt a little disappointed.

However, the new case brought by the police made Oliver quickly cheer up and get into work.

Beside the round table at bau, Oliver flipped through the documents in his hand, and couldn't help complaining, "What's wrong with Los Angeles recently, serial killers have caught one after another."

"According to statistics, there are at least [-] serial killers active in the United States, but if one is caught, a new serial killer will emerge." Reid Cope.

"This is really desperate news." Prentiss couldn't help but shook his head.

"The time span of this case is very large. The first victim actually appeared in 1988. After killing 3 people, unsub disappeared for a while until this year he started to commit crimes again. His crimes became more frequent. The Los Angeles police asked us for help. .”

** Put the photos of the victims on the big screen behind them, "Most of the victims are women from poor African-American residential areas in South Los Angeles, aged between 15 and 35."

"Wait, you mentioned age, have the victims been identified?" Moragan asked.

"Yes, most of them are engaged in drug trafficking or drug exposure, have criminal records, and belong to high-risk groups. The local police have confirmed their identities through DNA comparison in the criminal database." ** replied.

**Switches the picture on the screen, "They were raped, shot, dismembered, then put in plastic bags and thrown in the trash."

"The possibility of unsub racial discrimination is very high." Hotch sorted out the information in his hand, "Guys, see you on the plane."

Oliver curled up on a corner of the sofa with the documents in his arms, and the plane took off smoothly.

Gideon looked up at Oliver, who was looking at the scenery again, and asked, "Williams, any thoughts?"

"Why is the killing of black women considered racism?" Oliver shook his head self-consciously, lowering his eyelashes and staring at the letters on the printing paper, but the focus of his eyes was not on these blurred letters, and he didn't read a single word.

"It's a black residential area. A white person must be very conspicuous when he walks in. There is no reason why he should not be noticed." Oliver questioned.

Gideon was noncommittal, "unsub's behavior of throwing the victim's body into the trash bin along the street shows that he insulted the victim."

"So what about shooting?" Oliver pressed.

"It was a quick fix, including posthumous dismemberment, which showed that the unsub wasn't confident that he wouldn't be so brutal in his day-to-day life," Morgan explained.

"Since she is a strong woman, she must have left her DNA." Prentiss said, "Serial killers don't like to use condoms."

"There is indeed," ** added, "but the DAN comparison shows that there is no such person in the criminal database. He has no criminal record, or he has killed everyone who was sexually assaulted by him."

"bad news."

"The crime started in 1988. Unsub is at least 40 years old, male, and lives in South Los Angeles." Reid spoke quickly, "According to the type of victim he chose, unsub belongs to the vigilante police. He threw the body into the trash can and explained that he Think you're dealing with municipal waste."

Hotch nodded. "He stopped committing crimes for 16 years. There must be some motivation."

When they came to the Los Angeles Police Department again, the police officer who received them was replaced by another Sergeant Sam who was in charge of the area, a slightly younger white man.

After a brief hello, Hotch offered to use the office he used to handle the case last time, and Sam agreed without hesitation, his enthusiasm was a bit unaccustomed.

In many cases, the local police department is very disgusted with the FBI intervening in their own cases, and they feel that they are underestimated.

Sam knows how to read words and emotions, after all, it is very important to be able to sit in this position and network at this age.He saw the discomfort of the bau team and explained: "My predecessor passed away due to illness, otherwise it would not be my turn to be the sheriff. However, serial killers appeared in the jurisdiction within a few months of taking office. It's disturbing."

"Besides," he paused, "Los Angeles city councilors have been calling for the elimination of racial discrimination these days. Because of this case, those politicians criticized the police department with their skin color. To be honest, are fewer people killed in the slums every day? ? Well, I hope you can solve the case as soon as possible, if there is anything I can help, feel free to ask.”

"Prepare the office as we did last time," Hotch said. "We want to see the victim's body."

Sam's face turned pale, "You know those victims were mutilated, and three of them were killed more than ten years ago."

Hotch frowned, waiting for his next words.

"Among the 9 bodies in total, 7 have been buried, and most of them chose to be cremated. There are only two bodies for reference from the forensic doctor."

"Enough." Hotch began to assign tasks. "Gideon and Prentiss go to examine the body, Morgan, Williams and I go to the victim's residence, and Reid stays at the police station to do a geographic profiling."

The author has something to say: This case is adapted from a real case.Adjusted the timeline, the changes are still a bit big.