The cause of the Momoji incident was a year ago. At that time, bau was assisting the Mexican state police in solving a bizarre serial murder case. After analyzing the victim's situation, they found that the murderer would specifically kill a homosexual man between the ages of 25 and 30, who had a good education, from wealthy families. Later, the murderer was arrested and his confession confirmed this point. The murderer had been deceived by a man with a similar background to the victim, so he held a grudge and began to kill.

Originally, the case ended here. The murderer was arrested, and the next litigation and trial will be taken over by someone else. Bau should also go to the next crime scene to arrest the next murderer.

But the judge who was in charge of the trial of the case at that time was an old friend of Bau's elder Gideon. The old judge with keen intuition had doubts after reading the case files, so he conducted a detailed investigation alone and personally visited the relatives and friends of the deceased. Finally, the old judge called Bau and mentioned a problem that Bau had not discovered at that time - that is, the true situation of the fourth victim of the case, that is, the last victim, was far from the first three victims.

The third victim, James Hermann, was neither from a wealthy family nor a good education—his education was fake, and most importantly, Hermann was not gay at all.

For the sake of safety, Hotchner went to prison with Morgan to question the murderer at that time again, but the murderer insisted that James Herman was no different from the first three victims.

Immediately afterwards, Garcia and JJ, who re-examined all the evidence in the case, discovered even more amazing secrets.

At that time, he came forward to the police and everyone who confirmed Herman was a homosexual "Herman's good friend" and he had no news after testifying. Herman's brother came forward to confirm that the so-called "good friend" he heard from his younger brother that Helman only met a month ago.

However, the two fell in love with each other at first sight, so they became friends in a short time.

The investigation into the authenticity of Hermann's academic qualifications is also bizarre - James Hermann did forged his academic background himself. But the one he forged was neither rigorous nor real enough. However, just one month before Hermann was killed, the day after the second victim of the serial murder case was discovered, someone helped Hermann recreate an academic background material on the Internet that was enough to make the real one.

As for Herman's consumption records at Gay Bar, chat records with the murderer on gay forums, etc., after detailed investigation, it was confirmed that all of them were forged by someone.

Someone packaged James Herman as a potential victim who perfectly matched the target of the serial killer, and accurately brought it into the murderer's sight, and finally led the murderer to kill Herman.

Since then, in the past year, Bau has encountered seven cases with similar methods to the Hermann case during the case handling process.

Conservatively estimated that at least eight victims have died silently under this technique.

"come                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              

"But why did you do two cases in Manhattan in just two months?" jj also didn't sleep all night. "The cases we discovered before were almost far apart from the previous one and the next one." But this time, the mysterious man or organization actually chose to commit crimes in Manhattan one after another.

"Ok, let's start from scratch." Seeing that the members were tired, Hotchner interrupted JJ. "Gideon?" He turned to look at his colleague sitting next to him.

"Victim Investigation." Gideon took off his glasses and rubbed his nose, then put them back. "What are the common characteristics of the victims who were killed?" Sometimes looking back at the case from scratch can bring unexpected gains.

"It's all sinners who escaped legal sanctions." Reed quickly continued, "The first victim, James Hermann, died in an accidental car accident, but now there is reason to confirm that it was Hermann, just to swallow the insurance."

"Victim No. 2 is an official from the environmental protection department. He accepted bribes and turned a blind eye to the fact that chemical companies had landed waste at the middle school site. Several children were diagnosed with bone cancer."

"Victim No. 3 is an respected chemistry teacher on the surface, but in fact he refined drugs and products for drug trafficking and grouping to make huge profits."

“Victim No. 4 works for the human trafficking group and is specialized in trafficking young girls.”

The eight victims identified by Bau so far are all "criminals" who have not been sanctioned by law.

"So we are dealing with a group of vigilantes." Gideon shrugged, "So what are the common characteristics of vigilantes?"

“A twisted sense of justice.”

"Narcissistic personality."

“God’s complex.”

The profile writers of bau will reveal the results one by one.

"But this case is significantly different from previous vigilante police crimes." Emily vaguely felt that she had thought of something, but she failed to catch the idea. "The murderer gave his credit to others." Because she was worried that the murderer was in the judicial system, Bau did not share the case with any law enforcement agency. In fact, except for the murderer, only Bau knew the other party's existence now.

"But the vigilante needs to let others know their existence, otherwise it will not be a deterrent..." jj frowned.

"Hey, guys                                                                                                                            �

"It's a show." Reed looked up at his mentor, "they are showing their abilities."

"But who did you show it?" Emily agreed with Reid's opinion, but she still didn't understand. "No one except us knows their existence..."

"In order to tell someone who doesn't need to read the news and the police to know they did these things." Morgan gasped. "They can find serial killers before us, test the other person's identity and accurately package the victim, and even deceive the police..."

"They are showing their abilities to potential partners." Reid's eyes flashed over his colleagues, "The two consecutive cases in Manhattan were a show." Such words...

"They are recruiting new companions."

*

"Peter actually snatched the little cat from Tom's wife. If I hadn't heard the Orange Cat say this with my own ear, I wouldn't believe it." Dorothy, who had listened to the concert, was walking home. At noon today, Spider-Man was scratched by Tom's face and was covered in blood. In the end, she accompanied her to the school hospital for medicine and had an injection.

[Hey, it's so messy about your circle →_→] The system that was very happy to watch the fun was talking sarcastic. [But Dorothy, why didn't you accept the invitation letter he gave you at noon? I remember you really want to see Iron Man.] The host of my own has been a fan of Iron Man since his previous life. Now there is a ready-made opportunity to live in the same room with your idol, but Dorothy actually refused.

The night wind blew, and Dorothy put her hair behind her ears. "I can't accept that invitation."

She wasn't really too slow to find out nothing. When Peter told her that Iron Man couldn't get the autograph, he wrote the words "depressed" on his face. Then, Spider-Man, who didn't know how to put his hands and feet, took out his cell phone with a big face scratched by Tom Cat, and said that he would send her an electronic invitation to the dinner that Iron Man would attend to tonight.

So if Peter hadn't been scratched by Tom, wouldn't he have invited her to that dinner together?

[I thought you didn't hate that little spider?] Isn't your host Avengers fan?

"Not only do I hate it, on the contrary, I also like him very much." Standing down the apartment building, Dorothy took out the door card from her bag. "I was full of passion and passion, and I would never regret it even if I hit my head and burst into blood. I believe that the world is clearly distinguished by black and white, and good and evil will be rewarded. The most rare thing is to treat people sincerely and kindly. I think that as long as I work hard, everything is worth it." Who doesn't like such a child?

【But...you still reject him?】

"Uh, maybe because..." Looking at the buttons on the elevator, Dorothy smiled and joked with the system. "I am not the same as Tom's wife." Tom's wife is a beautiful female cat with snow-white body. She has moved into Spider-Man's home and has bound her long-term meal ticket.

Poor old Tom, he is destined to be in love.

After walking out of the elevator, Dorothy stood at her door, "I am a man, I prefer a more mature man than a young and tender young man. You have to know that not every girl likes to raise a little wolf... Huh?"

The apartment that Doroth rented was designed by one staircase. At this moment, she found a bouquet of flowers in front of her house.

Generally speaking, if someone gives things to the residents, most of the administrators downstairs will help collect them, and then pass them on their behalf when the residents come back.

However, when Dorothy just came up, he didn't see the administrator downstairs.

"Who gave it?" The administrator used to help put the flowers in front of the door, so Dorothy just wondered about the source of the flowers.

"This is..." He reached out to get the card inserted on the bouquet. Before his finger could touch the edge of the card, Dorothy suddenly felt a pain in his index finger.

Before she could think about it, she immediately turned around and ran to the elevator, intending to ring the bell and ask for help. But it was too late at this time.

A dizziness came, and I don't know what kind of medicine was actually attacking so quickly. Dorothy had no time to use her elbow to the figure who was standing behind her who came out of the fire passage door.

I vaguely heard someone groaning with pain, and then Dorothy knew nothing.

"Hiss...she's so cruel." The man who was hit by Dorothy's left front chest with his elbow covered his chest with one hand and said to his companion beside him, "It must be blue this time." If he was shorter, he would definitely hit his chin directly.

"Or why would we fall in love with her?" his companion replied casually, clamping Dorothy's waist with his hands. "Look, she even pulled the bracelet off." The expensive bracelet spelled the girl's name was actually thrown into the flower pot in the corridor. If there were security guards patrols at night, it would be difficult to guarantee that the bracelet would not be found, and the residents would be found missing.

"The person he chooses can't be wrong."

*

"Dingdong", the sound of a message prompt from a mobile phone was heard, "Did the 'bird' be taken away by someone? "

——"no"

I saw his new neighbor, the object that Barji wanted to meet was sitting in the booth not far from the bar. The black women's suit and trousers made the girl look slender, and the thin heels and high leather shoes of the same color looked more imposing. The white shirt was properly tailored, which highlighted the girl's slender waist. The blonde hair had been put down at this time. However, the carefully cared hair did not weaken the girl's momentum, but instead highlighted a bit of unruly and free and easy.

Dorothy was standing on the table with her elbows, her spine straight. Her green eyes looked at the woman sitting opposite her face with a gentle and concerned smile on her face. Her fair fingers poked out and a glass of red juice was pushed across the table. Then, the dark-haired woman with obvious red eyes raised her eyes, looked at the glass of juice for a few glances, and actually got up and crossed the table, hugging the blond girl in a white shirt.

"Σ(⊙▽⊙\"a                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       �

A flower in Brooklyn in the past suddenly felt the whole process of its withering at this moment.

Let's push the time back two minutes ago and turn the camera to the "executioner" who gave two World War II veterans a fatal blow.

Dorothy sat quietly in the booth, and silently pushed a glass of pomegranate juice in her hand over. The woman sitting alone lowered her head and sat opposite her was about 30 years old. Her facial features were three-dimensional and neatly dressed, but her eyes were red.

After taking a sip of his pomegranate juice, Dorothy did not rush to speak. Everyone in this world has their own helplessness and grievances, and some pains are destined to be unable to be expressed. Instead of spying on other people's privacy under the banner of concern, it is better to sit quietly with the other party for a while.

As a stranger who has never lived, all she can do for this strange woman is this.

The sound of the bottom of the glass passing through the wooden tabletop was very light, so light that it could be almost negligible. The bright red juice swayed in the cup, but it did not touch the mouth of the cup. An old song from the last century was placed in the phonograph in the bar, and the female singer mourned her lover who would never return from the battlefield in a low and melodious voice.

Dorothy sat quietly, drinking juice, and watching the woman opposite him slowly raised her head.

As if he had looked at her for a while, the dark-haired woman stood up from the chair and then walked around the table. A faint smell of gardenia came, and Dorothy found that the other party was holding her.

The woman's body temperature was higher than that of her who was wearing only a thin shirt. Mixed with the light fragrance of flowers, Dorothy felt the other person's arms tightly clasped on her shoulders and waist and back trembling. The woman buried between her neck was trembling.

Without pushing the other person away or saying nothing, Dorothy hugged the woman with one hand, then gently patted the other person's back with the other hand, occasionally closing the woman's dispersed hair.

Life may be like this. We work hard, struggle, and then we are hit and collapsed and cry at some moment. But if we wipe our tears, we have to continue moving forward the next day.

Haizi said that tomorrow will be cold, the days will be short, the nights will be long, the road will be long, the horse will die.

Dorothy liked this sentence very much in her previous life - she deliberately asked Loki to recite modern poetry yesterday.

The sound from the phonograph has been replaced by a hoarse male voice. The unique syllables of jazz are particularly compatible in a quiet atmosphere. Dorothy gently put the hair of the strange woman in her arms, not knowing what the other party encountered, so she lies in the arms of a stranger and cries bitterly.

"I love him..." The woman slowly raised her head and choked.

Dorothy just looked into the woman's eyes and didn't say anything - she didn't think the other party needed her answer.

"But I can't continue like this." Sure enough, the strange woman continued.

"Then do what you think is right."

Dorothy did not comfort the other party, but answered coldly. The strange woman had already had her own answer, but that decision was too painful and made the woman unable to make up.

Many times, the tragedy of life lies in the inability to learn to let go of your hands when it is time to give up.

Steve, who was sitting by the bar, knocked the beer glass to the ground by mistake but still didn't realize it. The former little prince of Brooklyn James Barnes didn't even notice that he was about to fall off the stool. In the low jazz music, the tall girl in a white shirt and black trousers hugged a mature woman with dark brown hair in her arms. Her eyes were deep and her movements were gentle. The only sentence she said sounded cold, but behind her was the warmth and sincerity that made people like them complicated to admit.

The bar's phonograph gradually became quiet, but no one noticed it.

Suddenly, the door of the bar was pulled open from outside. Then a man in a red cloak walked in and walked straight towards the two women who were still hugging each other by the booth. But before the man who came in had stood firm, the dark brown-haired woman had already let go of the girl she was hugging, and then turned around and looked directly at the man holding a hammer in his hand.

"I've thought about it." Although my eyes were still red, the woman had made up her mind. "Sol, let's break up." After saying this, the woman turned around and put a kiss on the blonde-haired girl's cheek, said gently "Thank you", then turned around and walked out of the bar without looking back.
To be continued...