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"At present, what we know is that this criminal raped five female students of the seminary in five consecutive days. After a period of suspension, he repeated the same trick nine days ago." JJ suppressed the pain in his heart when everyone came together Confused, he began to introduce the case, "But this time, he changed the type of victim."

"The age of the victim has risen from seventeen or eighteen to more than 30 years old, and the location of the victim has changed to his own home." Elle took the photo of the victim from Gideon, "How can we be sure that it is the same suspect?"

"He called their home before the incident and left messages for them. Before seeing him, the victims were already surrounded by fear." JJ looked at the information.

"Why would a criminal suddenly expand his range of victims?"

Reid also looked at Gideon in puzzlement, "It stands to reason that this type of prisoner would choose a group as his victim type. Now, this is a...a very strange imaginary model of opponents..."

Several people couldn't reach a conclusion after discussing, so they all looked at Elle who was sitting on the chair.

Elle bit her lip, "Maybe he meant... to announce to these women that no one will be spared."

"Another victim was killed at home last night," Hotch said. "The message was left an hour before she went home. Elle and Reid and I went to the hospital to talk to the victim. Gideon stayed at the police station. The rest went to Trinity University in Ohio to find out."

Everyone who was assigned the task got up one after another. Elle gave Jessie a reassuring look before leaving. Jessie smiled and nodded, her eyes still worried.

"How did you know there was a rapist in Dayton?" JJ secretly asked Jessie as he walked on the boulevard of the university. "When I asked Elle just now, I accidentally learned that this news never reached Cincinnati..."

Jessie glanced at Morgan not far away, and replied in a low voice, "Would you believe me if I said I was a prophet?"

"I believe." To Jessie's surprise, JJ replied seriously. "I never knew what the sentence you kept chanting after we were trapped in the chemical plant after injecting hallucinogens meant it. I was confused and only heard 'fish'...what else' Take her home...' But I seem to understand something after the fish king incident, you expected Elle to be shot, but you thought she would be in your own home instead of yours. So you failed to prevent her injury .Something changed the scene, didn't it?"

Jessie nodded, "I'll tell you slowly when this case is over."

"With me?" JJ was stunned for a moment. "You're not going to tell Elle?"

"Yes." Jessie's eyes darkened for a moment, "This story is too complicated, and it may be a bit overwhelming to tell many people at once..."

"So you think I can bear it...?" JJ was in a mess.

"Yes." Jessie nodded, "But now, let's find out about the situation with the victim at the school."

In the evening, everyone gathered at the hotel and went through the check-in procedures.

"I'm very sorry..." The front desk clerk looked at the seven people, "We only have six rooms left..."

......

"I don't sleep with Reid." Morgan spoke first after time stood still for a few seconds.

"I don't want to sleep with Morgan either..." Reid pushed back his glasses, not to be outdone.

"It's okay..." Elle chuckled, looking at Morgan and Reid who were hurting each other, "I share a room with the little doctor."

The rest of the people nodded meaningfully, even the corners of Hotch's mouth slightly raised, Jessie blushed slightly, and took the room card.

"Take a good rest, we will be busy tomorrow." Hotch turned around with a large box of files and materials.

"I think we can have a rough profile tonight." Elle's words shocked everyone.

"Do you have an idea?" Gidoen asked softly, and after receiving a positive answer from Elle, she smiled, "Okay, we will gather in your room in an hour, and we will discuss it together."

Elle blinked mischievously and got on the elevator.

"Is she really okay?" Reid looked at Gideon and Hotch, "She almost died in the Fish King case..."

"Reid..." Gideon reassured softly, "She will be fine, as long as we stand behind her like family, it's only a matter of time before she recovers."

"And give her complete trust." Hotch remembered Jessie's worried eyes, "Reid, take time to talk to Elle at night."

"Let's talk?" Reid frowned, "Just like the freshman psychology class... talk about it?"

Hotch nodded. "Yeah. Even though she's out of the field, it's hard to remind her of the bad things."

"I thought Jessie had done these things..."

"Jessie has indeed had a heart-to-heart talk." Gideon patted Reid on the shoulder, "But it is another meaning and affirmation for us to care about her."

"From the current situation, whether it is a student or an older woman, the suspect knows the victim very well. The name of the puppy, the location of the vacation, and the type of alcohol he listed to the victim are all the victims. Beloved." Elle went on with her profile, "At least he held them strong in his own way."

"Perhaps an electrician? A meter reader?" Morgan speculated. "This type of person has plenty of time to observe most of the victims, and he probably lives alone. Living alone will make him delusional."

"He didn't just rape women." Reid looked at the conversation with the victim today, "He fantasized about having sex with them."

"Yes, that's the point." Elle nodded, "But there's another doubt I've been thinking about. Usually, very few people report to the police after a rape case. Could it be that the criminal is religious? The reason is that one of the victims in the school changed his target? It is important to know that less than 20.00% of the women who were assaulted reported to the police.”

"That said..." Gideon looked at the photos of the victims strewn across the bed. "There are far more victims than we know."

"JJ, Jessie," Hotch ordered curtly. "You two call Gracia and find out if there are any other victims of assault who didn't call the police. Maybe we can find something out of it."

JJ took out his cell phone, and before he could dial, Gracia's call came in.

"Gracia, I'm on speakerphone."

"Hey guys, I checked the whereabouts of the last three victims in the last two months, and it turned out that...they all visited the same small clinic five days before they were injured, consulting...well, about artificial insemination .”

"Artificial insemination..." Morgan felt that this commonality was too strange.

"So the murderer is starting his own family?" Elle was taken aback when she heard this common point, and then began to infer, "He doesn't think he is committing a crime, he thinks he is helping them get pregnant ..."

The progress was much faster than the impression, Jessie realized, "Well done, Gracia, check the rape-violence-cases that were not reported in Trinity University two months ago, and those that had a greater impact case."

"A case with a relatively large impact..." Gracia on the other end of the phone tapped the keyboard, "Holdon...Holdon...here is one, a girl from this school committed suicide, Shirley Norvell, two months ago."

"Is she pregnant?" Hotch asked.

"Sorry Sir... I can't find out this. I can only give you her home address. If her parents know something or she left a suicide note, it should be mentioned."

"Okay..." JJ smiled, "Good night, Gracia~"

"It's getting late, let's get here first." Hotch looked at his watch, it was already late at night. "Tomorrow morning, JJ and I will go to Shirley's house to inquire, and the others will go to the clinic to investigate the situation. Rest early, everyone."

Gideon's gaze flicked from Reid, then to Elle, and finally settled on Jessie.

"I'm going to check with JJ the address of the clinic that Gracia faxed." Jessie found a reason and slipped out, Gidoen and Reid should have a good talk with Elle...

"Why..." Elle saw the little doctor go out, and looked at Gideon and Reid with a sad face, "You two don't want to live together, so you asked me to change rooms?"

"No..." Reid said awkwardly, "I just want to make sure, are you really out of the shadow of the shooting..."

"..." The kid spoke so bluntly, Gideon looked at Elle, "Are you okay?"

"Where are you thinking?" Elle reassured.

"I think you need to talk." Reid sat next to Elle. "We just hope that you don't get stuck in the shadow of the shooting."

Elle looked at the closed door and took a deep breath, "After he shot me, he put his hand into my wound, dipped my blood and wrote on the wall... I almost passed out, but I could feel his pain. hand."

"Elle..." Reid looked down.

"Do you still feel that way now?" Gideon remembered Jessie's dejected and worried eyes outside the operating room. He was afraid that Elle would suffer from PTSD.

Elle shook her head, "With her by my side now, why should I think about what is there and what is not. Criminals are everywhere, and I don't want to lose my lover because of a pervert."

"He's dead." Gideon patted Elle on the shoulder, "You win."

"I know." Elle smiled. "Now, can you call in the little doctor who was scared away?"

Gideon looked up at the closed door, thinking that maybe your little doctor is squatting in the corner and eavesdropping... Why do I need to call...

☆, no shooting