[Zhongyingmei] That snake

Although ** has stated that she will solve the problem about FreddieLounds, Oliver still can't help but click on the crime revealing website, the damn website that almost cheated him.

The website page is fairly simple, and Oliver has seen major cases handled by BSU including Minnesota Shrike and Angel Maker on it.

While admiring that Ms. Freddie Lounds was mentally tough enough to break into the crime scene before the police, she was a little annoyed at the same time.

If these are sent to the police, the crimes of disrupting the investigation and destroying the crime scene are enough for this omnipresent female reporter to eat a pot.

I don't know how Jack Crawford's bad temper could tolerate her for so long?

However, Oliver also found some interesting things on the website. Although Freddie's crime revealing website has a simple page, it still has a comment section for netizens.

They were all anonymous comments from tourists, nothing more than short-lived exclamations with different emotions, but there were several comments in a few cases, which made Oliver believe that they must be sent by the same person.

Why?Look at the same pungent words.

Basically, I despise the IQ of the American police first, and then follow up with a careful analysis. Only based on the information given by Freddie Lounds, the whole case is basically reasoned, and finally, I ridicule a few words about Freddie Lounds' good ability to destroy the crime scene.

Including Dr. Gideon's report that Freddie followed up, for Dr. Gideon's case, she only published the first half on the website, that is, the part about Dr. Chilton's belief that Gideon was the Chesapeake Ripper.

As for the second half, Freddi probably witnessed the scene where Dr. Gideon disemboweled Chilton.And I stood aside, holding an oxygen mask for this murderous pervert, and was greatly shocked in my heart, so I didn't post the follow-up report on the website.

And this enthusiastic netizen clearly pointed out several reasons why Dr. Gideon could not be the Chesapeake Ripper under the report, and listed the physical evidence and reasoning process.

These several comments were posted almost at the same time, which means that this netizen's reasoning ability and thinking speed far exceeded the level of ordinary people.

"Aaron, I found a talent." Oliver pulled Hotch in front of the computer, and pointed out these comments to him, "It would be a pity if such a person didn't come."

Hotch quickly read the text on the computer, "His reasoning ability is very powerful, but the method he uses is different from BAU, maybe CSI would be more suitable for him but... Judging from his language habits, this person is not suitable teamwork."

The reasoning method of this enthusiastic netizen is mostly based on the use of physical evidence left by the murderer during the time period of the case, while BAU prefers to judge the murderer's next behavior by analyzing the psychological changes of the murderer from childhood to adulthood.

"Different routes lead to the same goal." Oliver shrugged, "It's just that he may not like working within the system."

The blank page being loaded on the screen disappeared instantly, and the dark blue background displayed on the webpage content replaced the soft white light.

Here's what Freddie reports about the Chesapeake Ripper investigation.

"See what he said?" Oliver slid the mouse down.

Throwing away those complicated reasoning content-although every sentence is necessary, God knows how he put so many words densely together?

It is already very difficult to identify it alone. If you listen to this gentleman's explanation on the spot, you will probably be confused.

Pull out what he's deduced so far: middle-aged male, white, at least upper-middle class, athletic, living alone.He wouldn't live in an apartment, a big house with a basement for his loot.I have a wide range of friends, and work requires contact with a large number of people.

He didn't leave any residue, which is not easy. Given that our clothes and skin are worn out all the time, he believes that the murderer has some special battle robes made of metal, rubber and other materials that are not easy to be scratched off.

But a more detailed conclusion needs to figure out why he took the victim's body part.

The review ends here.

"He's right." Hotch said after a moment of silence.

"Continue to discuss this issue with Graham during the day tomorrow, he has some direction."

Hotch rubbed Oliver's wet blond hair, and frowned, "Why do you still smell so strongly of alcohol?"

"For God's sake, I swear I had less than one drink," Oliver wailed, "But, I can't control this little thing that's going to jump around alive."

Hotch listened very carefully to Oliver's nonsense

Oliver threw his arms around the back of Hotch's neck and buried his head next to his ear.

The smell of the escaping alcohol kept pouring into the nostrils, and Hotch could even tell that it was whiskey.

Oliver looked up, and the two met each other's eyes.

"Aaron, did you know that the sense of smell is adaptive?".

Hotch didn't understand, so he nodded

"That's good," Oliver said with a smile, and then he dropped his head and kissed Hotch's lips.

Speed ​​up the adaptation speed or something.

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the next morning. Oliver and Hotch were woken up by a call from Crawford, which was said to be at 6am.

The BAU team drove to Wolfcha, outside of Baltimore, where Crawford was waiting for them at Will's door.

This place is no different from the one Oliver visited before, but it can be said that it has completely changed the scene.

FBI agents have surrounded Will's house with a yellow cordon.

The weather is getting colder and colder, the dead grass in front of the door is trampled and crushed by people coming and going, the sky is hazy and bright, and it is not yet the season of snowfall, but the hoarfrost in the morning is attached to the plants like a layer of cold snow.

There were pools of blood on the wooden steps in front of the door, extending all the way into the house.

Will stares blankly in the backseat of Crawford's SUV.In the cold winter, he only wore a gray short-sleeved shirt, but fortunately Crawford threw him a blanket.

But this time, he didn't get the blanket as the victim. Will clenched his fists, hearing the crisp sound of handcuffs on his wrists, he stopped his movements feebly, but couldn't stop shaking, like a dying beast.

"What's going on?" Hotch stepped forward.

Crawford put his hands in the bag of his coat, glanced at Hotch, his lips twitched, but finally he couldn't speak, just let out a low sigh in his chest, motioning him to go into the house.

The BAU crew followed behind.

Detectives from the forensics department in the house were busy marking the bloodstains on the floor one by one, and there was a small yellow stand with numbers next to each pool of bloodstains.

Crawford led them straight to the kitchen. A few drops of blood were also splashed by the sink in the kitchen, and a row of small medicine bottles was placed in a row on the marble table.

With the change of visual space, everyone gradually saw the things marked by the signboard in the pool.

In one ear, the flesh at the slit is only slightly brownish, and it is still very fresh.

"It's Abigail's ear," Crawford said, hanging his head. "Will said he spit it out of his throat this morning."

"Where is she?" Hotch asked.

"We haven't found her body yet. But look over there." Crawford pointed to the other side of the kitchen, where blood was splattered all over the floor, window sills, and tabletops.

"This is Abigail's blood. Judging from the splatter marks, it is assumed that her throat was cut."

A knife was placed on the table beside it, and the condensed blood made the thin blade thicker.

"They got fingerprints on it, Will's."

"Do you think Agent Graham did this?" Morgan asked.

"All the evidence at the scene points to him, but," Crawford shook his hand in his bag, and the collar of his black coat flipped, "I don't believe he would do such a thing. Will's mental state has been bad, He seemed to be on the mend for a while, but now he's in a different situation. I was responsible for pulling him from the academy class to the scene of the crime..."

"This has nothing to do with responsibility or irresponsibility. What you and we want is the truth." Rossi said.

"Yeah, yeah the truth..." Crawford pursed his lips, watching the white frost on the withered grass outside the window gradually turn into dew as the sun passed over the clouds.Reflected by the crystal dew, the light gradually turned into another misty state, "We want to find the Chesapeake Ripper."

"Agent Crawford, can you give our team a moment to examine this place carefully," Oliver requested.

"Of course." Crawford turned and walked out

"If possible," Oliver stopped him again, "the detectives from the forensics department should also leave for a while. We need some time and space."

Crawford turned his head and gave him a strange look, and finally waved for the forensic agents to follow him.

Oliver reached up to touch the pool of blood splattered on the window.

"Williams." Prentiss called him.

Oliver just smiled and didn't stop his hand movements, "I think my ability may be useful now, but please explain to me why my fingerprints or DNA appeared at the crime scene."

He gently touched the upper layer of the bloodstain with the skin of his fingertips, trying not to damage the location of the bloodstain.

Fingers all the way down from the bloodstains on the window, Oliver also slowly squatted down following the trajectory of the fingers, and finally stopped on the ground that was as thick as dark red paint that hadn't added enough water.

Staring at the red color on his fingers, he lowered his eyelashes and thought quietly.

"Abigail is still alive."

"What?" The team members were surprised.

"I found," Oliver rubbed his fingers, "that when she was being killed, or in other words, when she was being bled, she was not afraid, and even a little excited."

How can anyone face death without fear?Even if he is willing, or worships death, he will be afraid.This is the deepest survival instinct of living beings, minus some emotional desires.

What's more, Oliver didn't feel the special substance produced after death in the blood at the end.

He continued to walk to the pool and picked up the missing half of the ear in the pool.

"This ear was also cut off when she was alive. She is not dead."

"Oliver, did you know?" Prentiss covered her mouth.

"Ok?"

"The way you looked just now looks like a magic stick who is very good at fooling people."

"I also hope that I am a real magician, so that the murderer can be found after divination." Oliver said helplessly.