[Zhongyingmei] That snake

The plane ascended steadily into the stratosphere. Oliver held a pen in his hand and rested his chin, looking at the thick clouds below.

"Seven victims, including 1 Asian, 1 black, and 5 white. There are taxi drivers, restaurant waiters, gangsters, doctors, students, and even a policeman." ** said, "The latest One of the bodies found in the river a day earlier was that of a street artist, Alice Lande."

"The killer didn't have a specific location, just like he didn't have a specific type of murder," Morgan pointed out. "What about the character of the victim? Was it mentioned in the report?"

"Let me see," ** took a breath, and quickly flipped through the materials, "There is no specific mention, but there are some clues. This Dr. Moore has been commended by academics, but another student, Ivan, has a lot of bad deeds and fights Skipping classes, participating in school violence. These are really two extremes.”

"Looks like we have to check the body." Gideon saw Oliver staring at the window in a daze, with the victim's life and victim photos spread out in his hand, "Oliver?"

"Huh?" Oliver turned his head and looked at him suspiciously.

"Don't like seeing dead bodies?"

"No, I'm just thinking. Looking out the window can help me focus. As for the corpse, you know I studied anthropology and biology in college, and although I don't like it, I'm used to it.

"Any ideas?"

"Very beautiful." Oliver said something out of nowhere, and quickly added, "None of them are over 40 years old, and they don't seem to have any eye diseases."

Gideon nodded without comment.

"After arriving at the Los Angeles Police Department, Prentiss, Reid, and Williams went to the forensic doctor to ask about the situation, okay?" Hotch began to assign tasks.

"Gideon, Morgan and I go to the crime scene."

Oliver has to admit that there is no better supervisor than Hotch. Tasks are arranged in bau, and everyone only needs to use their abilities to find information. Gideon also deeply agrees with this.

Although, Oliver has only seen him as a supervisor now.

Los Angeles is a big city, she has a clear hierarchy, the rich are rich, and the poor are poor.The slums that have not been completely rectified for decades have naturally increased the city's crime rate, and even the police station has twice as many forensic doctors as other small cities.

The deaths of seven people did not stir up waves in this city with a rapidly increasing population flow. After all, Hollywood in a corner of the city is enough to feed the media.There were people coming and going in the autopsy room, and an old forensic doctor was waiting for the bau team outside the door.

"Hello, Kanth, this is Agent Oliver Williams." Oliver stepped forward to shake his hand. "This is Agent Prentiss and Dr. Reid from bau."

Kanth adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose, "Come in with me."

He led the group to the newest corpse, Alice Lande.

"This poor girl, she plays the guitar so well, I always see her on the subway home. Now I only see her in the autopsy room." Kanth sighed, "She has a pair of beautiful blue Color-eyed, like you, Agent Williams."

Oliver wasn't too happy, no one wanted to be compared to a dead man.

Her supposedly stunning face was now three holes, empty eye sockets and a bullet hole in her forehead.After a long time, the flesh and blood that burst out faintly turned black.It was autumn, but the weather hadn't turned cold yet, and the water-soaked corpses were already showing signs of swelling, revealing purple-brown markings.

Oliver couldn't help covering his nose with his hands, he thought the smell of formalin in the laboratory was better than this. "Mr. Kanth, can I have a mask?"

He glanced over at Reid and Prentiss. "Three would be better if I could. Also, please give me a pair of rubber gloves and tweezers."

Kanth quickly handed the tools to Oliver.Wearing a mask, although it can't block all the smell, at least it won't make people want to spit out their breakfast.

"What is the cause of their death?"

"The murderer injected them with anesthesia and muscle relaxants. The cause of death was a gunshot wound to the head. The 22mm Beretta 950 is the quietest in the world."

"What is the sequence of gouging out and shooting?" Reid asked the medical examiner.

Kanth was a little embarrassed and couldn't say anything.

Oliver buried his head close to the wound to observe, "The wound was smooth, and the murderer did not hesitate. The knife edge was close to the brow bone and eye socket." He scraped away the black and red blood with tweezers, "The knife was close to the bone, but did not leave any trace on the bone. It seems that he is experienced. But there is a problem, his knife is very deep, almost touching the brain, if it is used as a means of sadism, will it be redundant? "

Prentiss removed the cloth from the body, and there were no other signs of sadism except for the bruises on the neck. "His purpose was not to be sadistic, and he did not sexually assault. He attacked the victim from behind very simply, circled the victim. Her neck was injected with drugs, her eyes were gouged out, and she was shot in the head."

"How do you determine the order?" the medical examiner asked.

"If he had shot first, there would have been no need for the injection," Reid explained.

"Can I see the other bodies?"

"Of course, if this can help you." Kanth opened the freezer behind which the corpses were stored, "From left to right, they are arranged in order according to the time of murder."

Oliver focused his observations on the victim's eyes, or should I say eye sockets now?

"The first corpse left a knife mark on the brow bone, but the second corpse started with a smooth knife edge. His progress is too fast." Oliver sighed, "The body of the victim has not been found?"

"Unless he didn't commit crimes in Los Angeles." Kanth shrugged, "You have to trust the LAPD."

However, most of the local police stations in American dramas are abused, Oliver complained silently.

"Then there is another possibility. Before committing the crime, he was very familiar with the structure of the human body and the feeling of cutting muscles. The first corpse was just for him to pick up his original skills."

"He may be in a medical-related profession and has resigned or been away for some time," Reid reasoned.

"It's not abuse, it's not assault, what did the murderer do with the eyeballs, drink it?" Oliver said nonsense.

"Eyeball wine has a certain chance of dying from prions that cannot be absorbed by the cells of the digestive tract. But it is not strictly a virus, it is a type of self-replicating and infectious factor that does not contain nucleic acid but is only composed of proteins ’” Reid replied primly, with a tendency to gush.

"Reid...." Prentiss called him weakly, ending the crushing of IQ and memory.

"It's just a joke, not to mention that some of the victims were poisoned, I don't think the murderer would be so ruthless." Oliver quickly smoothed things over, "Is there anything else I found out, I want to get out of here quickly."

"temporarily unavailable."

The LAPD provided the bau team with an office and a large whiteboard with a map of Los Angeles and photos of the victims.

Reid carried out geographical profiling based on the data, and Oliver drank a cup of white water, looking at the traffic flowing outside the window in a trance, thinking.

Taxi driver, restaurant waiter, police officer, doctor, student, policeman, busker, do these professions have any characteristics or commonalities?It seems that there is no.

Oliver frowned and crossed out a thought bubble in his mind.

The murderer needs to pick his target, just like he only chose the eye.

Taxi, restaurant, gangsters, street performers, these people are in public places and easy to contact.

A famous doctor, a truant student, a police officer, what kind of image do these professions need to be exposed at the same time?Medically related, then the murderer should have accomplished just as well, but he resigned.reason?It couldn't be a failure, it couldn't be a discredit, and he wouldn't see this Dr. Moore, it could have been an accident.

Eye?If it is an unbalanced mind, then the murderer lost his eye, but only one eye, so that he has the ability to commit the crime.Wouldn't he just want to dig out his eyes and put them in his sockets?

Oliver shook his head, throwing away the horror movie thoughts in his heart.

That leaves two professions, student and police.

"**, can you give me more detailed information about these two students and the police?"

"no problem."

**Talked with the local police officer for a while. Although the local police station always has an indescribable hostility towards the FBI, who can refuse this liaison officer who is as beautiful as a doll.

**Get the information soon.

Ah, I found it, Oliver took out a pen and circled a key point on the document.The job of the murdered policeman was street patrol, which can be classified into the first category.

As for this student, he was indeed a model of badboy, but other than that, Oliver couldn't see much.

Hotch, Morgan, and Gideon returned from the dumping site.

"Have you found anything?"

"The places where the corpses are dumped are very random," Gideon said. "Those places are inconspicuous, but they are not considered hidden. Many ordinary murderers will choose to throw the corpses there and walk away. The murderer's attitude towards the corpse is very random." Whatever, those corpses are nothing to him, the most important thing to him is the eyes that were gouged out."

"What about your situation?" Hotch asked.

"The killer may have been in a medical-related occupation and he was highly skilled," Oliver said.

"Reid, is there any progress on the special beliefs you speak of?"

Reid, who was writing and drawing on the whiteboard, turned around, "The victims have different races, different beliefs, and different personalities. These conditions do not meet the relevant requirements for cult sacrifices."

"I have some ideas about the selection of victims, but I always feel that it is not enough." Oliver added after thinking for a while, "These victims will often appear in public, and the murderer can walk on the street and slowly select victims. Except for one person, this student, Ivan."