The world of American TV series: Starting with the L.A. Patrol

Emily helped Jiejie deal with the media who were stopped outside the cordon, and Red took photos of the patterns and numbers painted on the bus windows.

Jack and Rosie boarded the bus from the rear door. Six passengers' corpses lay scattered in the carriage. Some fell on the seats, and some were lying in the aisle with their backs to the front of the bus. All of them had their necks patched up without exception. Knife.

"After the murderer got into the car, he forced the driver to change his original route with a gun and drove to this secluded road. He must have done some reconnaissance in advance and determined the nearby environment.

Then he asked to stop here, and maybe initially everyone, including the driver, thought he was just trying to rob, until..."

"Until he shot the driver to death." Rossi continued after Jack's words, "Some people panicked and tried to escape, and were shot in the back. Most other people didn't even react."

"The wedding rings of Mr. and Mrs. Lenesa," said Hotchner, who had been standing at the front of the car, looking at the driver's body.

The two of them followed his gaze and saw the ring on the ring finger of the driver's left hand.

"What did he take this time?" Jack looked at the car of corpses with a headache.

The murderer seemed cruel and crazy, but he planned carefully before committing the murder. He had seen many big scenes, but looking at the corpse of the victim in this carriage, I still felt creepy.

Many times, what scares people more is the invisible and intangible threat hidden in the darkness.

"Is this still important?" Hotchner turned around and got out of the car after leaving these words.

Rosie and Jack looked at each other and both noticed something was wrong with his mood. Seeing him walking quickly into the alley, Rosie hurriedly chased after him.

Jack also got out of the car after the two of them, and slowed down a little to follow them. At this time, Emily came over, patted him on the shoulder, and asked softly, "What's wrong with him?"

Jack shook his head. Apart from the previous disagreement between the couple, this was the first time he had seen Hotchner act so gloomy.

They followed the two of them and stopped at the entrance of the alley. At this time, Rossi had caught up with Hotchner, put a hand on his shoulder, and forced the other person to face him.

"What happened?"

Hotchner took a deep breath and tried to calm down before speaking.

"The Grim Reaper called me in my hotel room tonight and offered me a deal, just like he did to Tom Shonus."

"So you refused?" Rossi finally understood why Hotchner was so upset.

Hotchner nodded and admitted, "I turned him down and hung up the phone, and as you can see, he responded with a massacre."

"So you think this is all your fault?" Rossi turned his head slightly, glanced at the two people who were eavesdropping at the entrance of the alley, and then looked at Hotchner in front of him.

At this time, Rhett also came close to Jack and Emily, his eyes full of worry.

"Yes, yes." Hotchner's voice was choked with tears, and his eyes were filled with tears.

"Ah ha, take it, you can use my gun." Under everyone's surprised eyes, Rossi pulled out his own gun and handed it over.

"I was touched by you. You're welcome. Take it. You hung up the phone. In fact, you killed them, so let's end this matter now."

Seeing that Hotchner raised his hand to wipe away the tears that were about to overflow in embarrassment, Rossi was still reluctant, "Don't worry, we can solve this case without you, let's do it quickly."

At the entrance of the alley behind the two of them, Jack raised his hand to stop Emily who wanted to step forward. Rosie alone was enough for this kind of thing, and their attempts to comfort her would only be counterproductive.

"David! Stop!" Hotchner took a step back in embarrassment.

"It's been ten years. I have ten years to follow up on this case."

Rossi's expression gradually turned cold, and he directly interrupted his next words.

"That's because Shaunas made a deal with him, so the killings stopped. He temporarily closed the case and sent away the BAU. How many cases have you handled in the FBI in the past ten years? Can you count them yourself?" "

"But I have always remembered this case. I have been doing profiling alone. If..." Hotchner already had a thick nasal voice when he spoke.

"What if? I have retired, written books, made a lot of money, and enjoyed life. If someone is killed while I am signing books, do I have to feel guilty and blame myself?"

Although Rossi's words were a bit of a change of concept, what he said afterward did make sense.

“If you want to end up like Shaunas, take all the blame on yourself, that’s up to you, but I’m telling you, this is exactly what the murderer wanted.

But it's not your conscience that he's taking advantage of, Aaron, but your ego! "

Rossi slowed down his tone and offered some sincere words of comfort, "The deaths of those people have nothing to do with you. They were all done by the murderers. What we should do is not to think about whether these things exist or not, but to try every means to bring them to justice." They bring them to justice.

We are just police officers, doing our job. Without us, others would come to arrest them. Why do you think Jack invited CSI to help when we set out?

Because he never believed that psychological profiling was omnipotent, and solving crimes was the goal. When facing a criminal of the level of the 'Boston Death', let go of your arrogance. "

Hotchner lowered his head for a while, with a trace of shame on his face, and whispered, "Put the gun away."

Rossi narrowed her eyes deliberately and looked at him, looking a little unsure, "Is it really not necessary?"

Hotchner almost burst into laughter, shook his head mockingly, and looked at the people walking towards them.

"It's such a sensational scene." Jack and Emily, who had been watching the show for a long time, laughed like villains.

Emily stepped forward and hugged Hotchner comfortingly.

"My wife always says that I am a master of sensationalism." Rossi boasted proudly.

Rhett suddenly said, "Which one?"

"Every term." Rossi didn't feel dissatisfied at all.

——

Of course things can't go away that easily, but at least Hotchner will no longer feel sorry for himself. We will talk about the future later. The most important thing now is to solve the case as soon as possible.

After handing over the scene to Russell and his friends who had just arrived, everyone in the BAU was ready to return to the bureau to analyze the case overnight.

During this period, the beautiful baby-faced female researcher Morgan Brody also communicated with Jack about the progress of her research.

"I found the surgeon who had operated on George Foye. According to his recollection, George Foye's life was indeed hanging by a thread at the time, and it was the ambulance that arrived in time that saved him.

The stabbing in the chest was so fatal that the blood entered his lungs and almost drowned him. "

Jack was very disappointed, he thought his judgment was right.

"But." Morgan Brody blinked his long eyelashes and smiled sweetly. It turned out that he had just deliberately let it go.

"I used software to restore all the wounds on his body, and then sent it back to the headquarters. Forensic doctor Dr. Robbins is biased to support your judgment.

The angle and direction of force used when a person cuts himself are different. At the moment, he is conducting comparative experiments on pig carcasses, and the results should be available soon. "

"Thank you Dr. Robbins for me." Jack shook the girl's hand gratefully.