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Reid nodded, "Since the murderer has not stopped his activities in the past five years, I gave up the location in the basement. The only point that makes sense now is Norwood's warehouse.

It had been rented there for nearly 8 years, and the contents had been stored there for many years. It should be within the scope of the murderer's habitual activities. "

"Then have you included the missing locations of the two latest victims? The occurrence time of these two cases is relatively recent, which may be in line with your principle of proximity?"

Hotchner's words made Red's eyes light up. He took out the map directly from his small satchel, drew three points on it, and then circled a large circle, "The radius is 40 miles, which is exactly about an hour's drive."

This is the advantage of the federal land being vast and sparsely populated. The area of ​​this circle looks very large, but if you remove the uninhabited areas and filter them by roads, there are only two small cities and some towns and villages with even fewer residents. .

"Call Garcia and ask her to screen for people in the area who do circuit maintenance, work for the power company, or have a background as electrical engineers."

Hotchner began to arrange the work piece by piece.

"Jiejie and Emily, pay close attention to the recent missing persons, especially those who match the profile. The murderer wants to go crazy for the last time, which may also be our last chance."

Then he looked at Jack, "The families of the suspected victims we screened before have provided some DNA materials. You can take those materials to the crime laboratory in Denver and compare them with the hair evidence found by Agent Moss. .”

The atmosphere in the conference room suddenly became awkward. Rhett shook his head up and down, left and right, not knowing where to look. Jack, on the contrary, stiffened his neck and forced himself not to look at Rosie.

"It won't match." Rossi said solemnly.

"Maybe the chance is slim, but since those families have provided it."

"That's not what she found in the warehouse." Rossi interrupted Hotchner.

"Did she lie?" Hotchner was such a smart person and immediately understood what Rossi meant.

Rosie nodded slightly, and Hotchner looked at Jack with an unkind expression, "So you discovered it then? When are you going to tell me?"

ah? Why do you have to look at me? Obviously Rhett is also an accomplice!

Jack complained crazily in his mind, with an awkward smile on his face, "Although she has ulterior motives, the case does exist. We only informed you after confirming the existence of the first victim."

"You should know that this kind of behavior is unacceptable." Hotchner was almost furious.

Of course he knew that this was not Jack's problem and turned to look at Rosie.

"If you choose me to be the leader of this action team, I will be responsible for this team. Tell me your reasons for defending her."

Rossi's head was also extremely big, and his voice was a little lower than usual.

"Because I know what kind of person she is. She is who I was 20 years ago. A long time ago, I only put myself first. The victim and the murderer were all tools for me to climb up. Until that The case touched me.”

Everyone was silent, knowing which case he was talking about (Chapter 259).

"I hated who I was at that time, but this is destined to be irreversible. But it's not too late for her. I don't want it."

Hotchner took a deep breath, held it in until he died, and said no more. The old man, if he is willful once in a while, can he still hold on to him?

What's more, as Jack said, no matter what the means, Gil Moss's persistence did uncover a major case. She won the previous invisible bet.

European and American culture tends to emphasize individual behavior and achievements rather than paying much attention to inner states. It has a bit of a winner-takes-all approach. No matter what the means or conspiracy, if you fail, you will be stepped on ten thousand times, but if you succeed, It must be blameless.

Even in Eastern culture, there is also a saying that no one is perfect regardless of his deeds and his heart.

But in Jack's view, Rosie only saw the side he wanted to see, and it seemed that Gil Moss's problems didn't stop with her career ambitions.

In front of Rossi, she seemed to want to show off her advocacy for women's rights, her resistance to male dominance in the workplace, and her strong, independent, and individual character. While these exposed qualities won Rossi's recognition, they also seemed to deceive him. eyes.

"Don't you think that a woman who has never experienced failure in her life, the most favored young girl in a single-parent family, is strong, willful, independent, but good at using her own advantages.

Does such a woman who always seems to know what she needs put her career on the gambling table too easily? "

Late at night, Jack held Jiejie in his arms, and after returning to the sage state, he said the above words.

"So, is this the reason why you were staring at the inner thighs of a beautiful lady?" Jiejie's eyes widened, and she twisted the soft flesh around his waist and rotated it 180 degrees.

"Of course not. Am I not explaining why I asked you to check Gil Moss's public information?" Jack deliberately grinned and begged for mercy.

"Maybe she thinks it's enough to take control of Rosie. After all, she is indeed a beauty, and Rosie's reputation in the bureau is..."

Jiejie said "bad" things about her boss with peace of mind in her man's arms.

"Maybe?" Jack also hoped that he was overthinking.

"I think it's more likely that the stimulation I received before was too strong and I need further treatment."

Jack lowered his head, buried his head in it, and said vaguely.

"Have you ever heard that there is an art in that Eastern island country? It comes from the unique shame culture of its nation. It focuses not only on the perception of bystanders, but also the masochistic experience of the bound person."

——

Teacher Jack, who had been teaching hard all night, walked into the FBI Denver office to go to work refreshed early in the morning.

Garcia has narrowed the list of suspects to less than two hundred people. Their job today is to further screen, read the background information of these people one by one, and compare it with the profiles.

It's a lot of work, but it's the best way at the moment.

It was close to noon. Jack walked out of the conference room and stretched. The coffee pot was empty. He planned to go to the break room to make another pot.

Emily walked hurriedly towards the conference room, holding a piece of information in her hand, and Jiejie followed behind her.

"What happened?" Jack quickly stepped aside and opened the conference room door behind them.

"The Denver Police Department has just filed a missing persons file, and the suspected background highly overlaps with the suspect's target victim."

"Specific circumstances? Occupation? Age?" Hotchner looked up from a pile of information.

"Katrina Townsley, 34 years old, her car was found in an alley. She was suspected of missing yesterday morning. Er, her profession is a reporter, a reporter for the Chronicle."

"The Chronicle?" Rossi stood up suddenly, "Has anyone seen Agent Moss this morning?"

"I saw her still in the office when I left at 10 o'clock last night, but I didn't see her today." Reid raised his hand to answer.

Everyone looked at me and I looked at you, and they all had a bad feeling in their hearts.

——

Gil Moss is missing, his cell phone is turned off, and there is no one at his residence. Fortunately, every FBI bus is equipped with a locating device, and the local technical support department has begun to search for the location.

Her laptop had a password that could not be opened, but it was also issued internally by the FBI. After Jack connected the computer to an Internet cable, Garcia cracked it remotely.

"There is a new email in her mailbox, signed by Katrina Townsley, the missing female reporter." Jack turned the notebook in another direction.

"Indulge the wild horse in your heart. I will let you release the darkest part of your heart. Enjoy the pleasure of electric shock."

In the email was a scanned paper page, and the handwriting on it was exactly the same as the handwriting on the murderer's pile of documents.

"Red, has this page appeared in those materials before?" Rossi asked.

Rhett got closer and checked carefully, "No, I've never seen it before. This is obviously a trap. By kidnapping the reporter, he called and asked for a meeting under the pretense of having clues. Why would Agent Moss?"

"Because she likes this." Jack walked behind Gil Moss' desk, picked up the water glass on the side and dropped a few drops of water on her leather seat.

"Before she came to Rosie for help, she spent every day in this office, in this chair, reading the murderer's manuscripts, deciphering his fantasies, and then"

Jack put on rubber gloves and wiped the water stains on the chair cushion. A few strands of crystalline silk appeared between his outstretched fingers.