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He robbed two FBI agents openly in broad daylight, and Mike's behavior pushed the BAU to the cusp of public opinion. Hotch regretted his dereliction of duty; Gideon regretted his overly decisive decision to let JJ quickly announce the profile; Elle kept recalling Jessie's "wait for me back" before leaving; Morgan beat the table resentfully; Grasia kept watching the surveillance In the picture, biting his lips tightly to prevent tears from falling; Reid looked at the `long``gun```short cannon outside the door, walked over to close the office door, leaned against the door and closed his eyes without saying a word.

For a while, the atmosphere was a little heavy, and the big guys couldn't transfer their emotions to work for a while.

Emily looked at it for a while, and felt that there was no way to go on like this, so she walked up to Hotch and said, "Sir, now is not the time to criticize yourself, Jessie and JJ are still waiting for us to find a way to rescue them."

Hotch looked up tiredly, "With his method, he would... torture the victim for a week, which means we still have a week."

Emily shook her head, "I don't think so. Now that he has two FBI agents in his hands, he will feel that he has a bargaining chip against us, and he will contact us proactively."

"There is a situation." Grasia in front of the computer suddenly looked up, "Someone sent a website link to my computer."

"Click in and have a look." Gideon walked quickly to the computer.

When the link was opened, it was a dim picture. When they saw the two people crawling on the floor clearly, the hearts of the people in front of the computer were gripped to the extreme.

Jessie wakes up slowly in the turmoil. The gun on her body has been taken away, but fortunately, the dagger hidden in the boot is still there.She remembered the scene when Elle taught herself to shoot and was so angry with her grades that she forced herself to buy a dagger for self-defense, and she couldn't help but feel a little bitter.The sound of JJ waking up came from beside her. She searched to the side, and when she saw the person lying in the corner, she hurried forward to check whether JJ was injured.

"Where is this?" JJ was still a little confused.

"I don't know." Jessie shook her head. "The only thing that is certain is that we were locked up, and locked together like a videotape."

"Are we going to die?" JJ tried to sit up, but the effect of the anesthetic hadn't worn off yet, so he leaned against Jessie.

"No." Jessie didn't expect her to ask the question suddenly, and she didn't know what the case that came out of nowhere was. "Elle they will come and get us out."

Suddenly the lights came on, Jessie and JJ squinted their eyes to adapt to the glare of the incandescent lamp in front of them, a man with a handsome face came out from the backlight, took out a tripod and camera calmly, and the black hole camera was facing the two , as cold as the muzzle of a gun against the light.

How about a live broadcast? Jessie complained secretly in her heart, she wanted to see what tricks Mike could play.

The person in front of him settled the tripod, bowed gracefully, turned and left.

"What does he want?" JJ asked puzzled after seeing the man's back disappearing at the door, after making sure the surroundings were quiet.

"Maybe I want Hotch to observe our situation in real time." Jessie looked around, it was an abandoned chemical factory, the windows were nailed by wooden boards, and the surrounding environment could not be seen.In fact, even if she could see it, Jessie felt that she would not be able to tell the group members accurate information.

"Are you familiar with this area?" After observing for a long time, Jessie, who had no sense of direction, sat back on the ground dejectedly.

JJ shook his head, "I've never been to Ohio, but listening to the sound, we are in a forest."

A chemical plant in the woods? "You can tell it's in the woods just by hearing the voice?" Jessie listened, holding her breath, and looked at JJ blankly.

"It's night now, JJ looked at the compass on his watch, we are now in the south, the wind is blowing loudly, and in the forest, the side of the wind blowing the leaves is louder, because the south side of the tree touches The longer the sunshine time, the more lush the leaves." JJ's voice became lower and lower, "But how do we tell them this news?"

"I have a way." Jessie tucked her knees and sat on the concrete floor, "But it's just too risky."

The cloud is light and the wind is light, the words are light and light, JJ looks at the person who is as stable as Mount Tai, and feels a sense of sadness for no reason.

In the office, several people sat around the computer and looked at the two people in the picture.

"Can you trace the address?" Hotch asked Grasia who was busy.

"No." With fingers jumping rapidly on the keyboard, Grasia looked at the rapidly changing IP address on the screen, "The IP address changes too fast, there must be a signal tower nearby."

"Why can't I hear them talking?" Elle observed the video that came over.

"The picture has been processed." Grasia tapped her hand a few more times, trying to find something more. "Unless the unknown person takes the initiative to speak up, we don't know what his intentions are."

The office phone rang suddenly. Gideon was silent for a moment, then flashed the color to Grasia for a tracking signal.Then he pressed the call button.

As soon as the call was connected, the gloomy voice was a little disdainful: "Tell that genius technical hacker to stop tracking... This call was processed by the signal tower. Instead of having time to track it, it's better to play a few more games. Hehe ..."

"Sounds like you've got a plan." Gideon waved at Grasia for her to continue. "You have our agents in your hands now, you have the initiative, what conditions do you want."

"I don't want any conditions." The voice remained cold. "I just want to tease you. The time between the two of them is only three days." After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone.

"Teasing?" Emily repeated. "What does he mean?"

"It means... JJ and Jessie are in greater danger." Hotch listened to the noise on the phone and closed his eyes.

Elle looked at the two silent people on the screen and prayed secretly in her heart.

"Indian art in the United States includes Woodland art, mainly Indian art in present-day Ohio and Mississippi."

Jessie squinted at the lunatic who was talking eloquently in front of her, almost paranoid, and sneered.

"So." The man shook the silver knife in his hand, "Who will come first, to experience my art?"

JJ wanted to step forward, but was held back by Jessie.

"Interesting." Mike's tone rose unconsciously. "It's the first time I saw someone rushing to die."

"You are different from what we profiled." Jessie stared at the floor, but her voice was slightly mocking.

"Don't provoke him." JJ tugged at the corner of Jessie's shirt.

"No no no..." Mike put the knife to his mouth and gestured to JJ. "Go on."

"Our profile shows that you are a poor man." Jessie organized words that could stimulate the madman in front of him, "How poor is it? Buying a lot of sulfuric acid will make you stretched. Do you know how we found you? You buy It took an overdose of hydrochloric acid to allow us to trace your traces... Why do you say this is so hard, if you..."

"Enough!" Mike roared angrily, the knife in his hand stopped a few centimeters away from Jessie.He took a breath, stood up and took out his phone.

"Your profiler told me that I'm a poor guy in your profile?" Hotch heard Mike's almost crazy roar as soon as he pressed the answer button.

"Excuseme?" Hotch looked at Grasia who was looking for the source of the signal, and began to stall for time.

"A group of lunatics who don't understand art! Your profile is completely wrong. I'm not a coward who is selfish and cowardly, let alone a poor man in poverty!

The phone hangs up.

Elle looked at the live video, "Is Jessie crazy? Why do you want to piss this guy off?"

"Because he will reveal his flaws under impulse, for example, he forgot to block his signal." Grasia turned her head and looked at the crowd. "I narrowed down the scope to the four signal towers in the southeast direction, but it will take a while to carefully screen."

"But this way." Elle looked at the imprisoned Jessie and murmured, "She will put herself in a dangerous situation."

"Needs someone to face the outside media," Gideon said. "Mike needs further provocation so he can get out of his way and be caught by us."

"I go."

"Can you?" Morgan asked Emily with some concern, "You said you didn't like the limelight."

"I want to experience what JJ feels like standing there." Emily asked Hotch for advice.

"Go ahead…" Hotch nodded.

"Are all the current profiles so irresponsible?"

Jessie looked at the out-of-control man in front of her, and continued, "First of all, the two FBI agents in front of you are not profilers; second, you can't get satisfaction from your so-called art at all, even making candles requires corpses." How can it be called art when it is cut into pieces to ensure its purity?"

"Jessie!" JJ faintly guessed the way she said to risk sending clues.

The little doctor seemed to ignore it, "Your greatest pleasure in this killing is to inject victims with drugs that paralyze the nerve center, and watch them look at themselves in a trance and write a suicide note."

"It looks like you really want to try it?" The cold needle injected a clear liquid into it.The surrounding things suddenly became blurred, only the white paper in front of him glowed with a strange light.

"Do you know what you're doing?" JJ yelled in a low voice.

Jessie ignored the voice on the side, bit her lower lip tightly to wake herself up, and considered her words stroke by stroke. When the bloodshot from her mouth was overflowing due to too much force, she finally struggled to complete the last stroke.

A mocking sound came from next to my ear, "Hehehe... You even wrote the wrong date of signing, you are showing your confusion at a glance. I really look forward to your leader's face when he sees this letter."

Hearing that the date was wrong, Jessie raised the corners of her mouth comfortably, and then fell into endless hallucinations and coma.

On the other side, several people in the office were monitoring the video in real time.

"OhGod..." Morgan looked at the screen and cried out, "Don't provoke him."

Elle felt as if the tube of solvent had shot into her body. "So what is Mike doing now?"

"Get ready to show Jessie's suicide note." Gideon put on his glasses and sighed softly.

"Is it possible..." Reid raised his head, "Jessie deliberately provoked him to show the suicide note in advance? The suicide note contains the information she wants to tell us."

"It hides the address and other important points... Doesn't she know that this will speed up her death sentence..." Elle worriedly raised her forehead.

"So, it's time to use our abilities." Grasia projected the picture on the computer onto the exhibition board, "Sent from an IP address, a handwritten... suicide note."

"How's the tower check?" Hotch looked at the paper in front of him, and glanced at Grasia.

"One has been ruled out, and there are still three signal towers left in a forest."

"Continue to investigate." Hotch thought for a moment, "Send all police forces to search if necessary."

"Something's wrong." Reid narrowed his eyes and analyzed Jessie's handwriting. "She was forced to calm down under the influence of hallucinogens, and the pen scratched the paper in many places. And these sentences..." Reid was a little strange, "It doesn't match her previous works published in magazines, like a student's tone .”

"The date is wrong too..." Emily moved closer to the screen, "It's almost November, but the signature is September 11th."

"What are you trying to say..." Morgan really didn't understand the message.

"The date is different?" Elle recalled Jessie's words that night. "Actually, there is another method, which is to use the signing date as a breakthrough point to crack. For example, if the signing date is March [-], start from the third word, and then follow the Dozens of words, connected together is the message to be transmitted..."

"I know what she wants to say."

Several people at the table looked sideways at Elle.

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