Black friday

Cherish today, cherish now, who knows tomorrow and accident, which one will come first.

- "Grave of the Fireflies"

"Good morning, please come so early," Hotch said.

Reid walked behind him with the file in his arms and stood on an empty seat.

The voice of the female police officer rang in the crowded office, and Reid could hear her clearly giving instructions: "I want you to listen to what the FBI has collected, and then let you go outside to work."

He is indeed a good policeman who acts decisively and has excellent decision-making ability.

Reid thought, and then put down the file and stopped paying attention to those people.

The BAU began their initial profile, which was the most extensive and most in need of correction and supplementation in the process of solving the case.

"The guy we're looking for is a typical affirmative-rights criminal," Hotch said.

"Different from arbitrariness, who seeks to humiliate and injure a victim, or revenge, or sex|sadism."

Reid continued, making gestures with his hands in front of him: "The attacks of these two types of criminals are relatively random, and their methods are relatively cruel."

This serial killer is the only one who chooses a specific target as his victim.

Morgan began to narrate his profile. The serial killer fantasized about having an intimate relationship with his victim. In his fantasy, this was a long-term and stable intimate relationship, which certainly did not appear suddenly.

Morgan guessed he was an electrician, a locksmith, or a gas meter reader, something that would put him close enough to the victim.

The police officers in the Dayton Police Department are recording some of the details and basis of their reasoning.

After Reid finished his reasoning, he sat down on the desk. Everyone in the BAU knows how to divide and cooperate. As the saying goes, good steel should be used wisely. Reid is definitely doing these complicated and careful investigation. the best choice.

People around came and went, and Hotch also left the police station after receiving the news.

In the end, only Reid, Gideon, and Morgan were left in the office.

They stood in front of the blackboard discussing the psychological characteristics of the serial killer and the important factors that caused him to switch targets and choose another group of victims.

Morgan asked casually, "Have you ever encountered something like this before?"

This is taken for granted, without Gideon answering, Reid, who is familiar with countless old cases, opened his mouth and announced a name: "Philadelphia, GARYHEIDNICK."

"He kept his victims in dungeons for years just to get them pregnant."

Gideon took up the conversation: "HEIDNICK is a sadist. He tortured these women and even ate one of them. This is a power-recognized sex offender."

Morgan quipped, "Is this still a love story in that guy's twisted mind?"

"Of course, they all are," Gideon affirms, pointing: "He's starting a family."

Morgan and Reid looked at each other, and before they could think of anything, there was a knock on the office door.

The three of them looked at the person coming together.

The policeman said: "Dr. Reid, someone asked me to give it to you."

"Me?" Reid asked, walking over and taking a piece of paper from his hand.

Very ordinary sketch paper, on which is also an ordinary sketch of a character.

It's just that the author's skills are very profound at first glance, and only a few sketches can vividly outline the appearance and demeanor of the person on the paper.

Morgan asked, "Who?"

He put a hand on the shoulder of Reid who was passing by him, "It's you painted on it? That's pretty good."

Reid smiled, and his words were full of reason: "This is painted by Clement, of course it's not bad."

Gideon listened to them too, and interjected, "Is he here too?"

Morgan said: "Wouldn't it be such a coincidence to come to Ohio to collect folk songs?"

The power of coincidence sweetheart slid his finger across his chin, and analyzed: "The repeated coincidences are premeditated and inevitable, isn't Addams..."

"He came to look for me." In order to prevent Morgan from saying anything scary, Reid hurriedly interrupted him: "He said... well, he just came to look for me."

Morgan: "What?"

Gideon looked at his body language and said abruptly, "Are you together?"

"Well, yes we're together," Reid said, with a pure bright smile on the big boy's face: "Boyfriend sense."

Gideon raised his eyebrows, but said nothing.

Morgan screamed strangely: "You? You and Clement Addams? How long have you known each other?"

Reid said: "We have already traveled together, and from the perspective of emotional science, traveling together as a couple is a test for both parties, and it is a preview of the state of life after marriage in advance. Whether two people are suitable or not, traveling together Once you know it."

Morgan rubbed the back of his head: "Is this an endorsement? Don't tell me you have taken emotional studies again."

He was joking, but Reid didn't think about it, and said: "This is a branch of psychology. In fact, there are many aspects in my heart. Emotional science..."

Gideon said, "Okay, don't bother with this."

Although he stopped the conversation between the two of them, he didn't say goodbye, and he didn't forget to remind Reid: "Would you like to say hello to Addams? There is no time for you to rest now."

Reid obediently said: "We agreed in advance."

"Hmm." Gideon nodded, and stood with his hands behind his back, his expression solemn. Morgan and Reid thought he had thought of something important, so they stopped bothering him.

At the same time, Clement pushed the door into a restaurant opposite the police station with a black and white spider silk backpack on his back.

It was not lunch time, and there were not many people in the restaurant. After ordering a plain steak, Clement found a seat by the glass wall.

This location is very good. Sitting there, Clement can clearly see the people moving around the gate of the police station. Clement can see people coming out and going in.

He saw Hotch walking into the police station, and saw Hotch, Morgan, and an unfamiliar black-haired policewoman leave the police station together.

Clement didn't pay much attention. The medium-rare steak he ordered arrived. Clement didn't like to eat airplane meals. He was a little hungry after not eating all night. He cut a slit in the dark-colored steak, allowing the hemoglobin on the steak to wander into his field of vision.

The time for a steak is not long, nor is it short.When Clement glanced at the entrance of the police station again, there was no movement at the entrance of the police station.

Spencer was probably still busy, and Hotch and the others didn't come back.

Clement had no intention of harassing his lover who was busy with work, but took out a sketchbook and pen from his backpack.

For Clement, painting is always the most time-consuming thing, because once he starts painting, he will not take into account the clutter of the outside world, and time will naturally pass by quickly.

The wind chime at the door of the restaurant shook a few times, and the sound was crisp and pleasant. Clement didn't hear it, and was still doing his own thing. Someone knocked twice on the table in front of him before Clement came back to his senses.

Clement looked indifferent: "I don't share tables, I don't chat, I have a boyfriend."

The visitor leaves in embarrassment.

Elle happened to be walking behind him: "..."

Elle looked surprised, and after the man left, she also went up and knocked on Clement's desk: "Clement? Is it really you? How did you end up in Ohio?"

Hearing the familiar voice, Clement was willing to look away from the sketchbook. When he saw Elle, he showed a not-so-enthusiastic but rare smile: "AgentElle."

He said: "Wednesday is home, and I have no special inspiration to rush to work recently, so I followed Spencer's footsteps and came here.

Elle exclaimed inexplicably, and said, "Reid is very busy now, and he may not have time to accompany you. Don't, um, blame him..."

Clement glanced in the direction of the police station and said, "Ah, I know that."

He rolled his eyes and said, "I'm not in a hurry, I just want to see Spencer. It's always nice to see someone you like."

Elle raised her eyebrows and said, "So you're really together?"

Clement said, "I thought it was obvious."

Elle said: "Yes, yes," she nodded, then shook her head again, "Obviously, but no one thought that you would be together so soon."

Clement turned the pencil in his hand, drew an empty circle on the notebook, and asked her: "It's almost a month, is it soon?"

"Not at all." Clement said, "This is the result of my deliberation, otherwise I should have acted at the first meeting."

Elle: "..."

Elle couldn't utter any more surprised tone words.

Clement smiled and didn't continue the topic. He looked at the lunch boxes in Elle and Elle's hands and said, "Are you going to deliver food to them?"

Elle said, "Yeah, do I need to tell Reid you're here?"

Clement's lips curled up, one side of his fangs looming, "No, I'm not here to spoil Spencer's enthusiasm for work."

"On the contrary, I'm here to find you, AgentElle, and maybe I'm here to sabotage your work ethic."

Elle stared at him strangely: "What do you mean by that?"

Clement said: "Anger, horror, pain, disappointment... Your empathy is too strong, especially in this case. I don't know the inside story, but I smell danger from you."

"I want to talk to you about this." He said bluntly, pointed to the lunch box with his chin, and said, "After you deliver the food to them, you can also finish the meal first."

"AgentElle, I'll wait for you here."

Elle's eyes changed, and a sense of vigilance rose in her heart - she shouldn't say "rising", they, those negative emotions, seemed to linger in her heart since she knew the nature of this case.

Clement stretched his right hand: "Please."

Elle left, and she sent the lunch box to the police station. After talking to Reid and the others blandly about the case and keeping her mind distracted, she faced up to the sequelae of Clement's words that she "couldn't eat".

Both Morgan and Hotch noticed that Elle's mood was not right.

Reid also asked: "Elle, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"

Gideon also asked with concern: "Do you need a break?"

Elle didn't hide herself, just said: "Ah, my stomach is not feeling well, I can't eat today, I'll go to the lounge first."

At this time, everyone is having lunch, and there is no one in the lounge. Elle is half lying on the sofa, with her arms across her eyes. A sense of sharpness.

She didn't go to Clement after all.

Is it useful to find him?

it's useless. Elle told herself that she still can't forget that horrible experience, not fear, not fear, just like what she told Reid, she felt that person's hand scratching in her wound, and other people's limbs touched her. The feeling of the flesh and blood in her own wound made Elle hardly dare to recall that encounter. That feeling—that feeling—was not scary at all, Elle was just disgusting, too disgusting.

The murderer's sticky eyesight, heavy breathing, rough palms, and even his hoarse voice...Those different events that obviously did not happen in the same scene in reality are regarded as the same material by the undifferentiated fear and nausea in the dream compiled together.

The murderer who put her in the hospital and the serial rapist who raped the girls.

Elle gasped suddenly, her voice was hoarse and harsh, extremely unpleasant, and the ending was more like a choked cry from exhaustion.

Reid was startled by her, and the hand that was about to cover her coat shook, and the coat fell to the ground.

Reid looked at her apologetically: "Did I wake you up?"

Elle said, "No."

She wanted to smile at the little doctor who was frightened by herself, and her eyes were full of hesitation, and she tried her best to cover up the peace with words, and stabilize the little doctor.

But the corners of Elle's mouth were stiff, unable to fake a smile at all.

"Elle, would you like some water?" Morgan, who was not noticed by the dazzled Elle, raised the paper cup in his hand, and then regretted it, and whispered to the people beside him: "We should listen to you, wait a minute Come in again."

Clement said: "It's understandable to be concerned about chaos."

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The profile in the previous paragraph refers to S2E5.

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