[Zhongyingmei] That snake

The old house left by Kenny stands on a field outside Baltimore, not far from a deciduous forest with a shallow stream running through it.

And walking up the stream for a certain distance, you can see the place where Kenny threw his body. The moss and low shrubs are intertwined, and the cold green makes the forest already covered with a layer of chill, plus psychological hints, huh!

If it weren't for some travelers who got lost and entered by mistake, this place might be permanently hidden by darkness.

It was daytime when we left the woods to see the field, the sun was very good, and the gradually yellowing weeds were also dyed with a layer of golden brilliance by the sunlight. The steps of Oliver, Hotch and Morgan startled the birds jumping and swimming in the grass.

The house was only built on one floor, which is a bit odd for a residence.

Walking into the room, the heavy curtains were pulled open, and the sunlight swept away the darkness in the room.Different from ordinary houses, Kenny laid tiles on the floor of this house. The smooth tiles reflected the sunlight brightly, making people's eyes hurt.

The structure of the house is very simple, three bedrooms, a study room, plus necessary rooms such as kitchen and living room.

Because Kenny's diary was found in the study, the three of them went straight to the study without hesitation.

"Since he added HHHolmes' name to his own, he adores the Devil of the White City," Morgan said. .”

When HHHolmes built his own hotel, he changed countless batches of engineering teams, so that only he himself knew the specific structure of the hotel. He built many secret passages and compartments in it, and people who walked in would get lost in it unconsciously.

But looking at the house that Kenny left behind, the spatial structure of the first floor is very simple. Morgan roughly estimated the thickness of the walls, at least there are no partitions or secret passages on the first floor.

"He wanted to experiment, and there wasn't enough space on the first floor." Hotch's leather shoes stepped on the tiles, making a crisp sound.

"The basement." Oliver raised his eyebrows and answered tacitly.

"I'll check to see if the entrance to the basement is outside the house," Morgan offered.

Hotch went around every room on the first floor, but didn't find the entrance to the basement. When he walked back to the study, he found Oliver staring intently at a small decoration on the wall.

It was a human skeleton, embedded in the wall, and there was no need to worry if it was a victim, because it was only the size of a palm, and it was a scaled-down model.

Oliver heard Hotch's familiar footsteps.

"This model is missing a bone." Oliver pointed to a small groove in the model's cervical spine, "here."

This groove has been polished very smoothly. If you don't pay attention, you may think that this is just a design, but people like Kenny who focus on science should not appreciate this irregular art of death.

"This groove is often put into things. Can you find it for me? Follow this shape."

Soon, they found a small piece of model bone in the lampshade of the lamp, which fit into the groove just right.

The sound of a slight metal lock being opened resounded in the room. Oliver was startled by the sound, and quickly turned around to look for the source of the sound.

"In the bookcase." Hotch walked towards the bookcase, the glass door was foggy with dusty drawings, all the books on the bookshelf had been cleared away, only a few scraps of paper like drafts were left scattered on the bookshelf.

"Move this cabinet?" Oliver hesitated.

"No need." Hotch opened the glass cabinet door, and pulled along the wooden board separating the bookshelf, the dark space behind the bookshelf appeared in front of their eyes.

Moist wind gushes out from the hollow, accompanied by an indescribable stench, not only of rotting corpses, but also of bacteria and corrosive gas.

Oliver took out a flashlight and a gun, "I'll go down and have a look first, the gas inside may not be friendly to the human body."

"be careful."

Kenny thoughtfully set up steps to enter the basement. They are made of stone, so you don't have to worry about them suddenly collapsing after a long period of disrepair, or making creepy noises like wooden floors.

With the help of the flashlight, Oliver leaned forward step by step.

Like all basements, the air was very cold, but mixed with a smell of rotting corpses that made one's chest tight and short of breath, which forced Oliver to temporarily shut down his sense of smell.

The space in the basement is almost double that of the first floor.

Oliver groped for the light switch.

The lights flickered a few times, a few lights went out, and a few lights continued to emit intermittent light.Although some ghost movie atmosphere was created, it was enough for Oliver to see the whole picture of the basement.

This is indeed a laboratory, the high-end version.

Freezers, operating tables, microscopes... Everything that should be there is available, and even some torture tools and electric shock devices that shouldn't be there appear here.

The sulfuric acid pool was almost dry, and the quicklime pool beside it was mostly damp, and the smell of corpses in the basement came from a corpse beside the sulfuric acid pool.

Oliver barely recognized that it was a female corpse. Half of her body fell into the pool, and only a few pieces of thin and fragile black bones remained after being corroded, while the other half was swollen by the water bubbles in the basement.

The view of giants after the corpse is soaked in water is terrible, so the skin of this corpse has another decoration, like bubbles that burst after boiling.

Oliver rubbed his eyes. There was a puddle of dried black blood on the head of the corpse. It is estimated that the cause of death was trauma to the head.

Walking cautiously towards the sulfuric acid pool, a black notebook fell by the side of the pool, just like the corpse, half immersed in the pool and half outside the pool.But the absorbent nature of the paper meant that none of the pages in it survived.

Oliver put on his gloves and carefully lifted the book. The residual sulfuric acid corroded Oliver's gloves, and then lost a layer of rubber protective skin.

He didn't care much about this little pain, he just activated the ability to speed up the recovery of the skin.

Unexpectedly, Oliver knew this notebook, wasn't it the notebook he wrote a bunch of cranky thoughts back then?

He looked at it, thinking about the engraved print remaining on the cover.

However, the residual sulfuric acid on it is a bit tricky. The evidence bags they brought are plastic products, and they can only wait for the forensics specialist to deal with these residues.

When leaving, Oliver saw that the sun on the field had not faded, and even the light was shining into the deep woods due to the sinking of the west.

It’s good to see this situation anywhere, but it shouldn’t be here.

The strong light made Oliver squint, but the sunlight shouldn't be bright white, "There are people in the woods."

Morgan subconsciously drew his gun and was about to rush over. It is quite normal for a murderer to return to the crime scene to review.

The BSU agent in charge of on-site investigation stopped Morgan, "That's Freddie Lounds, a low-level tabloid reporter who is always running around various crime scenes, so don't pay attention to her."

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They searched the house thoroughly.

In addition to Oliver's notebook, they found another item, a small glass watch cover in the sulfuric acid pool, with Barry Eaceley's name engraved on it.

The DNA test results given by Jimmy and Brian showed that the female body in the basement was Joyce Diner.

Now the two missing people have been found, Joyce's body is lying on the autopsy table, and Barry's body has long been melted in strong acid.

"It is now certain that kenny Diner is the murderer we are looking for."

This time, the process of finding out the motive and identity of the murderer was extremely simple, but they still faced the next problem, where to find this kenny diner.

"There is no real estate in his name, including the house outside Baltimore, which is also recorded in Joyce's name." ** said, "He has not used a credit card for five years, and Garcia can't track him."

"He hasn't left Baltimore," Morgan pointed out. "If he's trying to imitate HHHolmes we'll just search the hotel, but he doesn't have a business license to register."

"He always has some contact with the outside world," Rossi said, "maybe buy daily necessities, medicine. Speaking of which, where did he buy the quicklime and sulfuric acid?"

"There is an underground black market in Baltimore that has everything." Brian gave a clue, "I heard from the anti-mafia group."

The black market is not like a regular supermarket. Even if someone points a gun at the head of the boss and asks the whereabouts of a certain customer, they can't get a piece of paper. First, these black market merchants don't want to offend people, and second, they often I don't even know who my buyer is.

"You can try to stay in the black market, or seek help from the anti-mafia group." Jimmy leaned next to Brian.

"The murderer's pool of sulfuric acid and quicklime is very large, and his one purchase is enough to last a long time." Hotch rested his fingers on his chin, "We don't have the time to wait for him."

"We can only lead the snake out of the hole." Oliver followed Hotch's words.

"What do you want to do?" Rossi asked.

"In the black market, there are always channels for dissemination of information, such as middlemen." Oliver looked down at Prentiss, "Although I'm not sure, but Emily, do you know about these?"

Prentiss was stunned. The fact that she was undercover in a gang was sealed in the secret file, but she still nodded, "Tell me what you want to do first."

Oliver pointed to the two notebooks, "Barry and Kenny did the experiment successfully before. Kenny kept repeating the experiment in order to find a successful method. It's a pity that my notebook is ruined. If I can write another one, he will have Interested to take a look.

"But, that's a false proposition, how do you write it?" Reid's eyes widened.

Oliver shook his head helplessly, "I just need a gimmick to lure him out. Just write realistically. As for the specific content and operation method. This is just a bait, and I don't intend to sprinkle a handful of feed on this fish Raise it."