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"The signing date is September 9th, starting from the 7th word, and counting 9 words in turn... The combination is the message to be transmitted."

Under Elle's guidance, Reid read slowly, "forest, chemical plant, careful..."

"Chemical plant in the forest, pay attention to safety."

"Grasia, are there any abandoned chemical plants around the remaining three signal towers?"

"The second tower in the southeast direction is the closest to the chemical plant...the nearby plant site, here, there is an abandoned one. I got the address."

"Let's go." Hotch grabbed his gun and hurried out the door.

Two police cars sped southeast.

"They'll be fine." Seeing that Elle was silent all the way, Emily comforted her.

"If this bastard dares to touch Jessie, I swear, I will definitely beat him to pieces."

Morgan glanced sideways at Elle, "It's a good thing I'm the one driving the car, otherwise, with your current anger, it's likely that you would overturn the car."

"Derek..." Elle gave him a lazy look, "You want to try..."

"NoNoNo..." Morgan stepped up the gas pedal, "How did you know the password information hidden in the signing date?"

"She told me." Elle recalled the sad eyes of the man in the coat looking at the moon on the balcony that night, "the day Gideon was injured from skydiving."

I remember it clearly enough... Morgan muttered in his heart, maybe this is a tacit understanding...

Jessie felt dizzy, she could hear JJ's voice, but she couldn't make out what she was saying.

"JJ." She whispered softly, "In my boot, there is a... dagger. Take it, self-defense..."

JJ turned his back to the camera, pretending to check the injury, and took the opportunity to pull out the dagger and hide it in his calf. "How are you?"

"Don't be afraid." Jessie said vaguely, "You'll be fine." The determined tone not only failed to comfort JJ, but also brought a hint of sadness.

JJ listened to Jessie's rambling, sometimes it was about the Fish King, and sometimes it was about the Boston Butcher. Some cases were familiar to her, and some cases were looming, like the dusty memories in her mind, which were inadvertently torn out. A hole, scattered scattered.

"Don't shoot..."

"Where did you get the gun?" JJ looked around, seeing the door in the corner opened, and his heart sank.

"Send her home... personally...Elle..." Before Jessie finished speaking, she heard a gloomy voice above her head, "Don't worry about sending her home personally, let me personally send you to God... "

The chaos in his mind became a little clearer, and JJ heard the slightly sober person in front of him mockingly, "Do you know? From the perspective of a professional surgeon, your method of dismembering the corpse is really clumsy..."

"Shut up!" There was a cold blade slashing around his neck.

"The human body is the root of the origin of art." Jessie, who was paralyzed by the central nervous system inhibitors, didn't care about the mood of the murderer, and continued to fight back while half asleep and half awake, "You can't even grasp and understand the art of the human body accurately, why is there any reason?" Think you're in awe of art by making dead bodies into candles?"

"Don't you think that's blasphemy?"

"It sounds like you understand it very well." Mike pulled Jessie to a simple operating table built not far away, if it could be called that. "It's a pity that I don't want to discuss this with you now. Maybe you are the most perfect artwork, as a gift from me to your boss."

"You really flatter me..." Jessie's eyes were filled with relief like never before, looking at the scalpel close at hand, she heard the sound of her own heartbeat, and couldn't help but think of Elle's heartbeat speeding up that morning when she pretended to be asleep.

It's a pity, what if this little thing suffers from PTSD when I'm not here... What if she still draws a gun outside the undercover apartment like she remembers... What if she still chooses to leave BAU in the end...

Jessie's heart was astringent, and she didn't dare to continue thinking about it.

I hope that in the next reincarnation, I can meet you again...

There was a crisp sound of "snap", the scalpel held directly above shook and fell to the ground, Mike leaned aside, with a dagger stuck in the back of his heart.

"In my hometown, javelin is a full-time sport. Such a short distance is not a problem." JJ looked at the dying Mike, with a little joy in his eyes, "Are you still dizzy? Can you?" come over?"

"Yes." Jessie was thankful that this guy opened the shackles when he was about to kill herself, took the key from him, and walked in front of JJ, "After all this trouble, the anesthetic won't work anymore."

"You're still joking at this time, you're in such a good mood..." JJ flexed his wrist, and stood up, "You're taking such a risk this time, be careful when Elle comes and rushes you."

Jessie scratched her head. "The criminal was caught in the end, and we were both fine. That's the happy ending."

The door was kicked open, "FBI! Hands up, you're surrounded!" Morgan's voice appeared in the empty chemical plant before his silhouette.As soon as a few people came in, they saw the two people who were not too embarrassed and the corpse lying on the ground. "

Emily put away her gun and walked towards JJ, "It's all right."

"I'm fine." JJ shook his head, pointing to Jessie who was stunned, "But she needs to go to the hospital later."

"Go both of you." Hotch's voice was majestic and apologetic. "It was my negligence. I put the two of you into the so-called ambulance from the hospital without checking your documents, and made you suffer."

"Don't blame yourself." Jessie smiled, and Elle rushed in and grabbed her arm, checking the needle hole.

"It's okay." Jessie felt a little guilty, "Don't you think I'm in front of you right now?"

Elle shook her hand away angrily, "Although you successfully sent the message and we also successfully deciphered the message."

"But!" Elle turned her back angrily, "I don't want to talk to you now."

Jessie's brain gradually regained her speed of thinking, but her feet were still limp. She reached out to pull Elle, staggered, and asked Reid, "What's wrong with her?"

"Think you're too adventurous... angry."

"Don't listen to this kid, I don't know who said in the car just now that he will beat up the guy who gave you hallucinogens." Morgan returned to Jessie and JJ. "Emily, you heard that right."

"Huh? Ah, yes." Emily nodded in confusion.

Elle stopped walking when she heard Jessie staggering, and Morgan deliberately blew the wind, walked back with a sullen face, and carried the little doctor over and stuffed it into the ambulance that had just arrived.

"Duplicity." Jessie was lying on the stretcher, looking at Elle, who turned her back and said nothing, secretly delighted.

All the burdens were lifted at once, and feeling Elle beside her, Jessie fell asleep in peace.

"Let me help you get into the ambulance." Emily turned her head to look at the tired-looking JJ. "It's never a bad thing to check."

The sincerity in those eyes made JJ unable to refuse, and the body made the decision to agree before the brain.

"After you were taken away, I will replace you to negotiate with the media..."

"Really? How does it feel, those spotlights are hard to deal with..."

"That's right, the moment I stood there, I immediately felt how hard you usually work."

"But I think you must be doing great..."

"I still need your advice..."

The chat between the two gradually drifted away, and Gideon looked into the distance, thoughtfully.

"Jason." Hotch walked over, "They can go back to Quantico after they rest in the hospital for two days."

"It sounds like you're not flying back with us."

Hotch nodded, "I plan to go to Boston first, and you and Morgan, Reid and Prentiss will take care of the aftermath on your own."

"Is it for the Boston Butcher case?" Gideon's eyes lit up.

Hotch, who didn't think he could escape the old profiler, honestly confessed, "Although that case has not been committed again in the past seven years, it has always been a piece of my heart. After all these years, I am not willing to end this case halfway, so , has been returning to the old place for secret profiling."

"Need our help?"

Hotch politely declined Gidoen's kindness, "Let me try it myself... I think, he might be dead..."

Compared with the daytime, the forest at night is more peaceful and beautiful. Gideon walked out of the chemical plant and watched the surrounding scenery. The sky was full of stars and the chirping of birds in the valley. Gideon closed his eyes to identify the passing birds.

"Nature's art trumps all man-made work, right?" Reid stood in front of Gideon, wearing a yellow backpack.

Gideon looked up at the rolling mountains and the starry sky at the end, "The mountains and rivers are calm and vast, without any stormy waves, as if there has never been any evil in this world."

Reid frowned, looking at Gideon suspiciously.

"You will understand later." Gideon patted Reid on the shoulder, "You have to find peace and warmth from this job, so that you won't be swallowed up by nightmares."

Reid nodded at Gidoen's receding back, suddenly saw a shooting star flashing by, closed his eyes silently, and made a wish.

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