[Comprehensive] God of Destiny

The man stretched out his hand, took out a heart that was still spraying out residual blood, and placed it on the high platform.Hearts and candles have been placed in a circle on the high platform.

The light source here is only a few candles.

The man raised his head and looked at the sky. The moon gradually emerged from the clouds. He raised his head, covered his heart, and murmured in a low voice: "My God, have you heard my voice?"

The rustling leaves fell.

No one answered.

The man stumbled to his feet as if he had been abandoned by the whole world. His legs were already numb from kneeling just now, so walking was a bit awkward.

His legs moved stiffly like two wooden sticks.

He picked up the shovel that was set aside, threw the gloved corpse into the deep pit, and then buried it with soil little by little.He didn't tidy up his heart, because it was a gift to Him.

He has no right to touch it anymore.

As for the "packaging bag" that "packs" the heart, just bury it casually.

The man walked onto the road, got into the car, and drove on the way he came.

The camera's flash flashes.

"That's right, that's right, Mr. Black, it's here!" A farmer shouted in shock.

A man in casual clothes looked at the dissected hearts, didn't even dare to swallow a mouthful of saliva, picked up the camera and took a few pictures.

The man named Blake is a reporter, and he has long hoped that there will be a big news waiting for him to report.This time, after hearing the call from the informant, he almost drove all the way here.

When he came here, he could only say that he was not disappointed at all, even if he paid the ticket, he would admit it.

"Did you call the police?" Reporter Black looked at the farmer and asked suddenly.

"Ah, no." The farmer froze for a moment.

"Quick, call the police, how can you not call the police for such a big matter?" Blake held his camera, waiting for the police to seal off the scene, and other reporters would not be able to come, so he asked him to grab an exclusive news.

After speaking, Blake himself called the police, hung up the phone, and drove all the way back to the newspaper office.

As Black wished, he reported a big news, as for the subsequent results, it has nothing to do with him, he is just a reporter.

The absence of Blake's matter does not mean that the aftermath of this matter is over.

Everyone in the BAU got on the dead man's plane and flew to that remote town.

"Mr. O'Byrne, here are the books you want today." The librarian picked up a stack of books and put them in front of the man.

Jack O'Byrne smiled at the librarian: "Thank you."

His hand stroked his heart.

He took his library card to the librarian and picked up the books.

O'Byrne put on his own glasses and read page by page.

He raised his head and looked at the person opposite - the newspaper in his hand, which read "Murderer? Fanatic? Danger!"

This kind of title is very eye-catching. Seeing this kind of title, almost everyone will buy a copy.

Such news would indeed cause panic in the community, but the news reached the subscribers and the newsstands before the government was in operation.

Since things can no longer be stopped, they are left to their own devices, as long as they don't add oil and vinegar, it will be fine.

After all, if we stop it now, maybe a large number of people will come to demand freedom of the press.

A land of too much freedom.

Auburn thought so.

Of course he wasn't mocking, he quite liked it.

The ceremonies dedicated to the gods are naturally for people to see.If anyone stops the news from spreading, half of his purpose is missed.

Who would have thought that the elegant O'Byrne was actually the murderer of this murder?

O'Byrne considered himself a pious man, and he was.

He loves God, and he also knows that God does not love him.

Maybe he just has masochistic tendencies, and the more his god ignores him and doesn't love him, the more devout he becomes.

this is god...

God should be high above, the world is like ants, how can he let him look at ants more?At most, I find it interesting occasionally, picking up a branch to fiddle with these humble lives.

And O'Byrne felt that what he had to do now was to prove to God that he was the most pious one and also the most interesting one.

The news in the newspapers is the follow-up, after the BAU released some speculations, the journalists couldn't wait to write these.

"Pious man..." Rhett said to himself.In order to investigate the pious people, they almost visited the churches in the entire city, and investigated many people who must go to the church every week and are very active in any activities.

The suspects were also visited by them, but there was still no result.

"You said... the killer is not a believer in a formal religion at all." Morgan frowned for a long time, then asked.

"..." Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay.

"Garcia, can you find out if there are any small religious believers in this city?" Morgan did as he said, picking up the phone and calling Miss Hacker who was still in Quantico.

"No problem, my chocolate sweetheart." Garcia's fingers flew across the keyboard.

"If it's a small religion, it probably won't leave any clues on the Internet," Hotchner said.

Everyone had a discussion again.

The phone rang at this time, and it was Garcia: "I found a person who fits your profile very well. Jack O'Byrne, a financier, and he was once involved in a criminal case when he was underage .I will send the information to you.”

"My God, can you answer me?" O'Byrne knelt on the ground, and he said these words every day, even countless times.As a financier, he does not go to the company, but analyzes stocks every day at home.So no one knows what he usually does.Those around him had the impression of a refined, successful man...and a religious fanatic.The last point was posted on Facebook by his neighbor's kid.

What he was facing was not a statue of a god, but a mirror.It looked as if he was talking to himself, but that fanatical expression really didn't sound like talking to himself, unless he was a narcissist, like the daffodil in Greek mythology.

The man in the mirror was dressed in an elite style, but when he knelt on the ground, he lost all his aura.

O'Byrne stared at the mirror for a while, then suddenly raised his hand and smashed the mirror. The mirror shattered piece by piece, and then collapsed.The fragments scratched across his face, leaving bright red blood along his fingers.

The mirror was shattered into pieces, but there was more of him.

O'Byrne directly stretched out his hand and turned over the glass piece by piece, oblivious to the cut fingers.

After the mirror shards were turned over, he heard the doorbell ring.

O'Byrne's green eyes looked indifferently towards the direction of the door. He calmly bandaged the wound, and then climbed over the wall through the back door.

He gave away.

O'Byrne was not much surprised.

In the dark night, O'Byrne's figure was like a ghost.

Behind him, Morgan kicked the door open.

10 [-] minutes ago—

"Jack O'Byrne's mother, Lisa O'Byrne, has mania and abused O'Byrne since she was a child, but the neighbors didn't find out about it, and they didn't even know that the O'Byrne family had a son. In When O'Byrne was 13, a home robber killed Lisa O'Byrne, only to find out about Jack O'Byrne's existence after a neighbor called the police." Morgan reads, "Victim-turned-victim We've seen a lot about the situation."

"Do you have any thoughts on the religion that O'Byrne believes in?" Hotchner said, looking at Rhett who was sitting beside him.

Rhett shook his head: "No one will listen to O'Byrne say these things, and O'Byrne rarely talks about his religion with others."

"Is he ashamed of what he believes?" Morgan wondered.

"It may also be due to the desire for exclusivity." Rhett had a flash of inspiration, "He is unwilling to share his god with others."

"Possessiveness?" Morgan repeated.

"That's right, I read on his neighbor's Facebook that O'Byrne mentioned 'it was my God who brought me out of the sea of ​​suffering'. When he mentioned God, he denied the existence of God and preached The God of Destiny is great. You know, he originally believed in a small religion, and it is unknown how many people know about his god, as long as he doesn’t preach it, his god belongs to him alone.”

"It's a little strange here." Morgan hesitated. "You know, as a believer, and a fanatic, they hope that other people will also believe in the god they believe in. It's like those fanatical groupies , They all want everyone to fall in love with the star he likes. Unless...he has something to do with that god."

Morgan seemed to be inspired by himself, and Rhett also understood what Morgan meant.

……Dual personality……

It is not surprising that a child who has been abused for a long time will develop some kind of mental illness.

"Garcia, can you help me get the Jack O'Byrne file out?"

O'Byrne was running quickly in the darkness, with a parasol tied to his leg.

This darkness suddenly reminded him of the basement of his home many years ago.

It's so dark too.

He stayed in the basement every day, and he could only see the dazzling halo of the sun. For what it was like outside, he once looked over the corner to see.

He was there every day, waiting for his manic mother to come back and beat him up.

Did he live to be beaten?

O'Byrne wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

[Ah, poor child. ] A voice sounded.

Auburn froze.

He had never heard such a voice.

Not the shrill voice of my mother when she was sick, nor her pretended gentle voice.It's similar to his voice, it's kind of low-pitched, but with a unique feeling.

It was only later that he realized that that feeling was actually joy.

His God never touched his situation at all, but he found it very interesting.

【Why don't you rebel against your mother?Is she your god?You are like a dog squatting pitifully in the basement every day, begging your master to give you a few slaps. 】The voice of God is very light.

"What is a dog...?" he asked.

[Oh, dogs, they are loyal creatures that can be eaten.It doesn't matter. 】God said thus,【How about killing her?I teach you. 】

"Kill... what is it?" He continued to ask.

[So troublesome, are you mentally retarded? 】God said lazily,【Forget it, it’s not important, I just want to be quiet for a while, your mother is too noisy, and if she died, you can run outside without being beaten. 】

"Really?" O'Byrne looked at his hands.

Does he want to be beaten?

No.

He hurts.

He was in terrible pain.

【Lend me your body.By the way, don't you have a name? 】

O'Byrne was stunned for a moment, he didn't have a name, his mother just called him with modal particles like "Hey" and "Hi".

【Then let me give you a name. 】Shinto, 【Jack, the knight in the playing cards, you will be my dog ​​from now on. 】

What O'Byrne didn't know was that his god was just a useless name, Jack was just one of the most common English names, and the explanations that followed were just an afterthought.

When questioned by the police later, he spoke his name naturally.

"I'm Jack, I'm Jack, I'm Jack, I'm Jack O'Byrne."

His god... free him from that dark basement, and bring him to know this wonderful world.

His god... is the only one in his heart.

Xia Muge was depressed.

Mom is having a second child.

She has a second child in mind.

So he ran to this world alone for a while.

He didn't care what world it was, anyway, he found someone's body to nest there.

Shut yourself up in a small black room to calm down.

Oh... the man's name was Jack O'Byrne, and he had given it the name.

When he was unhappy, he also liked to see other people unhappy, so he stayed for a while, and finally thought this person's mother was too noisy, so he simply killed him.

Then he ignored Jack O'Byrne.

Who would have thought that this person had the qualifications of a fanatic... Well, it would be a bit of a lie to say that this man is a manipulator.

Anyway, whether he is a fanatic or not is not important to Xia Muge, this is not what Xia Muge pays attention to

He was quite happy to see that O'Byrne liked to be alone, so that he could have a good sleep in the small dark room.

Recently he was woken again.

He woke up when O'Byrne took the heart out while the men were alive, and then screamed intermittently so that he couldn't sleep well.

Xia Muge sighed, and when he was about to give a lecture on silence, he saw that his "little black room" was fleeing?

"Don't move!" As a warning was shouted, the gun fired and the whistle of bullets continued.

O'Byrne was hit in the calf by a bullet fired by a serious-looking man, and he fell hard.

O'Byrne was very calm. In other words, apart from things related to God, nothing else could excite him.

Xia Muge floated out of O'Byrne's body and stepped on the ground.

The sudden appearance made everyone in the team tense, and the gun was raised and loaded.

O'Byrne looked at Xia Muge, and suddenly became frantic: "God, is that you?"

Xia Muge looked at him and rubbed his hair.Should he say that belief really harms people?

A good child seems to be spoiled by him.

He thought so in his heart, but lowered his head, stretched out his hand, and put it on O'Byrne's head: "You look like you're going to be caught, why don't you just die?"

A bullet was fired from the barrel, but it penetrated Xia Muge's body.

Neither of them cared.

Without even thinking about it, O'Byrne said, "God, you can say whatever you want."

BAU's recent state is very wrong.

Reid flipped through the books: "No, how could there be such an existence in this world?"

O'Byrne died. His death was peaceful. The body was taken back for an autopsy, but no cause of death was found.

That Asian man who looks like a three-dimensional image...is he really a god?

This file was sealed up, and this incident was also buried in their hearts.

Not everything has an ending.