[Zhongyingmei] That snake

Some serial killers like to revisit their old places and recall the thrill of killing; some serial killers will pay close attention to the police's movements, and even participate in the investigation, using this as a kind of show off.

So when Oliver felt abnormal K+ and NA+ excited fluctuations around the scene, he quickly turned his head to look for them, but the fluctuations soon disappeared.

Probably thought too much, if the serial killer who could kill nine people would not be so timid when he returned to the scene, he might be more emotional than this.

Back at the police station, Oliver stopped by and bought pizza for the team members.Nerves have been tense all morning, and the atmosphere is only relaxed at lunch.

Oliver has always been not against the taste of these fast foods, but he prefers to cook by himself and cook some Chinese food, not only because he still has no fading local feelings in his heart, but also because these fast foods are extremely high in calories.

Given that both cia and fbi have physical fitness tests, and as a gay person for two lifetimes, he still cares about his appearance, so it is good to eat American fast food once in a while, and if he eats too much, he has to get up early and run for exercise every day. Like my own bed.

He also doesn't want his eight-pack abs to return to one, okay?

Mental exercise consumes more energy. Oliver was frightened by his food intake today, and tried his best to restrain the urge to eat another piece of pizza. He looked up and watched the TV, and the police were also surrounded there.

The TV was broadcasting a report on the model Anna. The blond hair and blue eyes had a desolate look. She was indeed a beauty, and Oliver was not surprised that the police were keeping their eyes on her.

Wait, Oliver looked at the screen carefully again, and remembered that Anna was the blond female corpse in the forest? Oliver leaned in front of the TV. The police station was very noisy, and he could barely hear the news clearly.

"The body of the model Anna was found in the suburbs of Los Angeles this morning. According to the photos given by an anonymous person, the body was in a miserable state of death, and even had her eyes gouged out alive."

A photo popped up on the screen, not high resolution but good enough to see the scars on the body, and a pair of hands were shown, although Oliver was wearing rubber gloves so that he couldn't recognize his own hands.

This photo was taken by the bau team at the scene of the crime.

Oliver frowned and called **.

** After reading the news, her expression was suddenly serious, "I did not release relevant information to the media." She called the police officer in charge of order at the scene, "Did you let the reporters enter the scene?"

**On weekdays, when dealing with the local police station, she is gentle and gentle. When she suddenly saw her stern look, the policeman was startled and subconsciously backed away. Oliver pulled him back.

"No, no, the scene is still blocked."

"Then what are these photos?"

He scratched his head and said guiltyly: "This is Los Angeles, and the deceased Anna is a rookie model, and her picture is hung on the billboards on the street. The paparazzi will not let go of such big news. Their noses are sharper than police dogs. .”

Oliver knew who the vibrations he felt at the scene belonged to, these bloody paparazzi.

He and ** looked at each other helplessly, and the group had to make a new plan.

"The murderer dumped the body in a more secluded place, and he didn't want his actions to be publicized," Gideon said.

"But these media reports, or his failure, will anger him." Morgan continued, "He will commit crimes again soon."

"Who will be his next target? If he's just doing it for these things," Pretiss paused, thinking about how to describe it seriously. "These beautiful eyes, then it's hard for us to determine the target in such a big city."

Los Angeles is a big city, not to mention there is a Hollywood movie factory in the suburbs.There are many people who come here looking for opportunities, and there are not a few of them who are beautiful.

"We can post the profile first, Williams, do you still stand by your previous opinion?" Hotch asked.

"Well, I think there will only be some minor changes."

**Called together the officers involved in the case and gave Hotch a sign that he could begin.

"Up to now, the murderer has killed nine victims. It is inferred that he will strike again soon. We are now publishing the profile of the murderer to find as many people as possible."

"White, between 35 and 45 years old, able-bodied."

"He was in a medical-related career, he had a successful career but three months ago or earlier his career suffered from Waterloo, and he had an eye disease because of it, which made him obsessed with eyes."

"He lives in the area where Officer Howard used to be, and he probably wears a pair of glasses to cover his eyes."

"He is very silent, lives alone, does not have a job, and looks people in the eyes when they get along."

"This murderer will carry medicines, so when patrolling, please ask a group of people to avoid accidents, and..."

An officer interrupted the profile, "Detective Hotch, I think you need to see this." He shook the evidence bag in his hand.

Inside the evidence bag was a glass bottle with an oak cork, filled with colorful spheres that shone like gems.

But the police officer seemed to be holding a spiked hedgehog. He didn't want to take more of it for a moment, and threw it to Hotch who was walking towards him.

When the bau team went up to see what was in the bottle, they understood the police officer's expression.After all, the local police station is not as good as Bau, who deals with perverted killers every day. Perhaps a police officer will never see a serial murder case in his life. These things are really heavy for them.

Inside the bottle were 16 eyeballs, the exact color to match the victim's iris.

"It was brought by a lady who was sent an anonymous package. Ugh," the officer sighed, "she's still crying."

"Hi ma'am, I'm Jennifer Jareau from bau. Can you talk to me?" **Sitting next to her, handed her a tissue, "What's your name?"

She took the tissue and wiped the tears off her face, "Hello, detective. My name is Jane Green. Is there anything I can help you solve the case."

Ms. Green was unexpectedly strong. When she wiped away her tears and sat up straight, she was really an intellectual and elegant lady. Although the smile at the corner of her mouth could not hide the fear in her eyes, she still had a kind of bearing.

In addition to being a liaison officer, **'s job will also comfort the families of the victims. Her pretty face can always make people feel at ease.She quickly entered the state, held Green's hand, and asked softly, "Just call me Jennifer. When did you receive the package?"

"This morning, when I opened the package, I thought it was a new work from my husband's friend and I didn't pay attention until I saw the news." Green's voice trembled, "I thought it might be related to the case, so I brought it to Come to the police station."

Gideon caught the point, "Your husband's friend? Can you tell me about your husband?"

Green looked up at Gideon, "Well. My husband, James is a painter. His paintings are always abstract, and I like his paintings very much. But he passed away five months ago, and his The studio was full of castor bean oils for oil painting, and they caught fire."

"I'm very sorry."

She shook her head, "It's okay. As for his friends, they have various hobbies but they are all from the art circle. I don't think that... the bottle was sent by James' friends. If it was them, they would definitely sign the package. Put your name on it. Artists always want to be famous, don't they?"

"Some artists also want to find a confidant who appreciates their paintings." Oliver smiled reassuringly.

"He, he sent me a letter." Green said hesitantly, and took out a piece of paper from his bag.

'Hope you enjoy my work.Soon I will offer you the most beautiful pair of gems, from which death cannot escape. '

The letter was addressed to Jane Green, a title that clearly shows the murderer's respect and expectation for her.

"Ms. Green, I think you know the killer," Gideon said.

"How is it possible?" She opened her eyes wide.

"He respects you very much. You may just give him some kindness and some guidance, but he regards this as a treasure."

"I don't think there will be a murderer among the people I have come into contact with." Green quickly calmed down and searched his memory.

"Ms. Green, does your husband have any works related to eyes and exhibit them?" Hotch asked.

"Let me see, a lot of his paintings were destroyed in that fire. Yes, one of the paintings that survived was the eye."

"Can you describe the exhibition of that painting?"

"There was a pair of overlapping eyes in that painting, which was outlined but not yet colored, but even so it was attractive enough. After James died, I did a memorial exhibition for him, and the painting is It was exhibited at that exhibition."

"time?"

"Just four months ago, the art exhibition lasted for half a month."

"Is there any special person who has paid attention to this painting and had a relationship with you?" Morgan asked, "Don't worry, you can think slowly."

"No, no. I was very impressed with that exhibition."

"There was a man who came to see the painting and he was wearing sunglasses, but it didn't matter that the painting was black and white. I talked to him for a while, and he was obsessed with this painting." She said, "I remember his There's a long scar on the left cheek that extends below the eye, but I didn't pay too much attention to it out of courtesy."

"Is this exhibition paid for?" Oliver asked.

Green was a little taken aback, and said slowly, "Yes, I don't plan to sell James' remaining paintings, so I'm trying to use tickets to cover the expenses of the exhibition."

She tactfully admitted that the tickets for the exhibition were not cheap.

"The man was wearing a high-end suit, but I could tell it was last year's style."

Oliver, who only buys a few fixed styles of suits, feels that he has been shot in the knee.

"We have a suspect," Hotch said gravely.