[Zhongyingmei] That snake

"He has his own way of judging whether the victim is good or bad, but judging from the corpse and the scene, he is emotionally unstable and may have mental illness." Oliver speculated.

Five different crime scenes are invariably chaotic, as evidenced by drag marks on the lawn and messy footprints.The knife marks on the victim's body were not neat, and it was obvious that Unsub's hand was shaking when he cut the knife.

fear?No, unsub is not terrified of what he did.Judging from the direction of the footprints, the victim's face is always facing the direction of his coming and leaving, and he is not afraid of the victim's eyes.So his shaking can only be due to some physical reasons, epilepsy, hallucinations caused by mental problems, Parkinson's...

However, the possibility of Parkinson's disease is very small. Such a homicide requires a lot of physical strength. It is difficult for an elderly person over 60 years old to complete such a task, and Frank is only in his early 50s.

"The autopsy report showed that the increase in serotonin in the victim's wound was much higher than the free histamine, and the victim died 15 minutes after the skin was peeled. The cause of death was excessive blood loss and insufficient oxygen supply," Hotch said.

** walked into the office in a hurry, "A similar case happened in Ohio, should we check?"

"Pennsylvania, New Jersey, Ohio, the murderer's range of crimes is not small." Morgan said, "The cases in New Jersey and Ohio came after the last case in Pennsylvania. The murderer should have left Pennsylvania."

"It is the Pennsylvania police who asked us for help, and the case in Ohio belongs to the BSU?" Hotch asked. The local police department is unwilling to hand over its jurisdiction to the FBI, and even the FBI will have some jurisdictional disputes.

"Jack Crawford, director of BSU, sent an invitation. After all, they don't have many people." ** answered the question.

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Both bodies under BSU jurisdiction were brought back to Baltimore for examination.

So instead of going to Ohio, BAU came to BSU in Baltimore, Maryland.In Maryland, southwest of Washington, D.C., BAU and BSU work in the same direction but the relevant personnel only meet a few times at the FBI Academy in Quantico.

It means that BAU and BSU are not familiar, not familiar at all.

When everyone rushed to the BSU work site, the first thing they did was to introduce their teams to each other around the two skinned corpses in the forensic room.

There are three forensic doctors on the BSU side, the director Crawford and the profiler Will Graham. It is surprising that several forensic doctors seem to also serve as part of the profiler's work.

Beverly, an Asian-American forensic doctor, noticed Oliver's eyes on her all the time. She did not inherit the introverted personality of Asians in the American impression, and asked, "Is there any problem?"

"Do BSU coroners also take field tests?" Oliver asked.

He remembered that the female forensic doctor was killed by Hannibal while investigating the case alone. Although he couldn't remember the specifics, Oliver couldn't help reminding her a few words.

"No. But how do you know about my field work?"

"You got mud on the heel of your shoe, and it hasn't rained in Baltimore lately, but the victim in the evidence bag has the same mud marks on the sole of the shoe, you've been to the same place. Mr. Crawford, I don't think Jean was field tested. It is not in compliance with the regulations for the forensic doctor to go out to investigate the case," Oliver said.

Oliver threw the question to Crawford. It is better to persuade him from the perspective of rules and regulations than to say bluntly that his strength is not enough.

Crawford is not a good-tempered person, and he doesn't like others to criticize his work. Shen's voice replied "Yes." Then there was no further text.

Oliver didn't care about his attitude. When he entered the door, he found Will standing alone in the corner, without Hannibal around him. Oliver felt a little more relaxed

But the flag was raised early, and a voice that Oliver least wanted to hear in Baltimore sounded from behind.

"Sorry, I'm late." Hannibal had his gray coat hanging in his arms, and even though he was walking in a hurry, the dark brown checkered suit still didn't have a single wrinkle, with a gentlemanly and apologetic smile on his face.

Oliver didn't want to think about what it would be that would make the doctor, who had always followed protocol, late.

"This is Dr. Lecter, a special consultant invited by BSU and the partner of Agent Graham. He is a very good psychiatrist." Crawford restrained his temper and introduced to BAU.

"I've had the pleasure of meeting Agents Hotchner and Williams from the BAU." The smile deepened on Hannibal's mouth.

"Mr. Lecter is indeed a very professional doctor." Oliver replied, pinching his fingers behind his back.

Hotch nodded politely.

"Does Dr. Lecter know about this case?" Crawford asked.

"Will told me something." Hannibal looked at Wiil in the corner.

Will raised his head sensitively, and the wide black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose couldn't hide the gray eyes, his condition was getting worse and worse.

"Just some analysis." He nodded slightly.

"The specific information is here, as well as the fax of the Pennsylvania case." Crawford knocked on the two cardboard boxes on the table.

As Hannibal's attention shifted to the two boxes, Oliver moved a few steps to the right, away from Hannibal and closer to Hotch.

Aware of Hotch's questioning gaze, Oliver blinked without turning his head.While not as reckless as when he first met Hannibal, Oliver was still reluctant to get too close to an ogre.

The case in Ohio is not much different from the previous cases. The victim is a security guard. Of course, this is only his superficial identity. In fact, the victim is a felon who escaped.He was killed in an alley, and the unsub stripped the skin from his back and hung him on the iron gate at the end of the alley with fishing lines and hooks.

Oliver looked at the street in the photo. It had just rained, and there were deep and shallow puddles on the uneven ground. When recording the crime scene, the camera faithfully recorded the red and blue interlaced warning lights reflected in the puddles. lights light.

The victim was hung on the iron gate, and the warm yellow light came from behind, faintly passing through his wings, but his face was hidden in the shadows, really like an angel born in darkness to represent light.

Interestingly, unsub left a small thing at the crime scene, his genitals.

"He died?" Morgan was very surprised.

"Yeah." Will didn't care who asked the question, just replied, "Angels in the Bible don't have genitals."

Will crossed his arms in front of his chest, posing an almost defensive posture. He half-lowered his head and did not give his eyes to the detectives in front of him. He just stared at the corpse on the operating table and began to talk about his vision , "The first crime scene had dexamethasone, Capran, chemotherapy gamma IV in unsub's vomit, he had a brain tumor and epilepsy."

Consistent with the BAU psychosis conjecture.

"He regards himself as God, and created angels to pray for him." Will raised his right hand and put his five fingers on his forehead, but his glasses were still open, and the light shone through his fingers into his gray-green eyes and reflected back, " He's scared, afraid he won't wake up."

"But he's out of the palace, and unsub is ready to be an angel," Rossi said. "He's come to terms with it."

"Yes." Will was finally willing to look at others.

"Basically the same profile as BAU, but the question remains how unsub chooses his victims and whether he will continue to commit crimes," Rossi continued.

"I don't know." Will and Crawford had an argument at the scene of the crime over this issue, and thinking about it made Will's mind go crazy.

"Whether it is the case in Pennsylvania or the other cases, the time interval is not long," Prentiss studied the data, "and the three victims in Ohio and New Jersey are all fugitives in exile, and the unsub has no possibility of observing them for a long time."

"But he doesn't choose victims at random, he has his own method." Morgan continued, "God said let there be light, and there will be light. This unsub who is doing God's work thinks that sinful people are sinful. Kind of incredible."

"It's hallucinations," Reid said. "Tumors can affect brain function, and even produce immersive hallucinations. There is something unusual about the victim in his eyes."

"But how on earth can he be sure that these people are guilty?" Morgan wondered.

"He doesn't need to be sure, as long as he thinks so and sees it that way," Hotch said.

Will bowed his head again, he wasn't used to working in a team like this, nor was he used to working with so many strangers.

"So God made this man see through the soul?" Hannibal's words were as elegant as his actions.

"God didn't give him clairvoyant eyes, but only gave him a tumor." Will is always straightforward when speaking to acquaintances.

"He's just one," Will thought of something, paused, "a person with brain problems, trying to find a kind of tranquility."

"Like the tiniest peace of mind you're looking for," Hannibal began.

"You mean I've got brain problems too?" Will pulled out a stiff smile, which was also fleeting. "He's going to be disappointed."

"You have accepted that this feeling is impossible, but the angel maker is still struggling to find it." Hannibal kept a proper smile, avoiding the most pointed topic, "He won't stop."

"Unsub is a patient with a brain tumor, and the wound on his lower body will quickly become infected. He doesn't have much time," coroner Beverly said. "If he continues to commit crimes, he will be the next angel."

"Any results from unsub's DNA test?" Hotch asked.

"It will take some time, and the subsequent DNA comparison will also take a lot of time." Beverly replied.

"The DNA comparison can be handed over to BAU's technician Garcia, we need to get information on the murderer as soon as possible." Hotch said in a deep voice without changing his expression.

Oliver, who had been silent all this time, was now putting on rubber gloves and lifting the victim's severed skin.

The victim had just been pushed out of the freezer, the fingertips were cold to the touch and harder than normal human skin, Oliver bent over halfway, and examined the muscle tissue below the skin.

Oliver's curly hair slightly over the shoulders slipped to one side very inappropriately. He is used to loosening his blond hair on weekdays, and now the ends of his hair are close to the corpse. Unfortunately, both of his hands are stained with black blood, so he can only try He brushed his hair back with his elbow.

Preventing his own hair from loving the corpse on the operating table, Oliver only had one free hand to inspect the corpse, which was very inconvenient.Fortunately, Hotch saved him just in time.

Hotch was standing not far from Oliver, he only needed to take a step forward to stand beside Oliver, and stretched out his hand to hold the falling blond hair in the palm of his hand.

Oliver's hair has some tenacious curls that never go away -- unless he cuts it short, which leaves him with a relatively soft texture that can still be felt in the palm of your hand.

"Thanks," Oliver said softly, he didn't need to look up to know that those hands on the back of his neck belonged to Hotch.

Oliver's mutant ability makes him very sensitive to human body information. The information that Hotch carries is special to him, and Hotch has lived next door to him for a long time, so he is more familiar with it.

"Hmm." Hotch responded, and continued to ask, "Are you looking for the muscle that was removed by unsub?"

"Yes, but the muscles of these victims were not amputated." Although Oliver was preoccupied with other things, he still devoted himself to his work.

"What muscle?" Will asked in a low voice.

Oliver continued to try to find the knife marks on the wings, and Hotch replied: "In the Pennsylvania case, the victim's first layer of muscle was removed under the skin."

"But the three corpses didn't lose any muscle." Beverly said with certainty, "Could it be that this wasn't a murderer?"

"It's hard to say." Oliver didn't find anything useful, he straightened up, and Hotch let go of the blond hair in his hands.

The heat source on the nape of the neck left, and Oliver was a little reluctant to let go, but the temperature of the hair sticking to the neck still hadn't dissipated.

Oliver continued contentedly: "In both cases, after the Pennsylvania case, it is possible that unsub changed his modus operandi. More importantly, it is difficult to find a motive for his muscle removal, although the possibility of two different murderers still exists, We still can only investigate one by one.”

That being the case, now we can only wait for the results of the DNA test.

The BAU team members rushed to the BSU office building after getting off the plane. Before they had time to go to the hotel they stayed in, there was just enough time left to move the luggage on the plane to the hotel, and then they could try the delicious food of Baltimore at dinner time .

Oliver wasn't at all keen on the second itinerary.

Handling the rubber gloves took some time, and Oliver and Hotch were the last to leave the forensic room.Of course, part of the reason is that Oliver deliberately avoided Hannibal.

Unfortunately, they met Hannibal again in the corridor. Hannibal had already put on his coat and was waiting for Oliver.

Misfortune could not be avoided, Oliver remained calm on the face, but he couldn't help lamenting his luck in his heart.

"Agent Williams." Hannibal greeted him.

"Doctor Lecter, do you have any other thoughts about the case?" Oliver smiled, perfectly covering up his hostility and vigilance.

"No, just some personal issues." Hannibal relaxed his facial expression.

Oliver expressed appropriate doubts.

"The last time you came to me for a psychological consultation, you never came again. As a psychiatrist, I have an obligation to ask about the patient's condition." Hannibal said a word full of professional ethics.

"I think it's just a small problem and it's been resolved." Oliver didn't lie, he quickly adjusted his mentality, almost to the point where he had the illusion that he wasn't living in the world of criminal minds. world.

"You have hallucinations. From a psychological point of view, this is not a small problem." Hannibal was still smiling, but he felt a sense of serious oppression.

Hotch glanced at Oliver uncomfortably upon hearing this. The young man's expression was calm and serious, and he turned his head to meet his gaze. There was a smile in his lake green eyes, telling him not to worry too much.

"Dr. Lecter, my hallucinations disappeared within a few weeks after that," Oliver said. "If you are still disturbed, we can do another consultation after this case is over."

He'd be leaving Baltimore after the case was over, and Hannibal couldn't do anything about him, and that was for Hotch's peace of mind.

"Wonder if I can invite Agent Hotch and Agent Williams to dinner after the case? I'll also call Will, you guys have a lot in common on the investigation. The last time Will and Agent Williams discussed Chesa The Peak Ripper still haunts him." Hannibal lifted his head slightly, but remained mild-mannered.

"A gentleman's dining table is not a good place to talk." Oliver smiled apologetically and politely declined, "Your office is very beautiful, I think you will be less troubled by the depression of the case when you talk about the case there."

"Well, I'm waiting for my patients anytime."

Oliver watched Hannibal's leaving back, heaved a sigh of relief, and stretched out his hands to rub his tired smiling muscles.He didn't have the courage to eat the food provided by Hannibal, and he felt that he was even more tired from negotiating with those silly boys who were boomboomboom everywhere.

"Are you very wary of Dr. Lecter?" Hotch had sharp eyes and was also puzzled. He even sensed Oliver's hostility towards Dr. Hannibal.

Oliver hides very well, only Hotch who gets along with him day and night can detect the meaning of his smile, but he can't find the reason, which makes him have to use interrogative sentences.

"Dr. Lecter strikes me as very dangerous." Oliver narrowed his eyes, always honest with Hotch.

Hotch ran through Hannibal's resume quickly in his mind, and there was nothing suspicious. "Why?"

"Maybe it's a man's sixth sense?" Oliver pursed his lips, and then made a mischievous smile.