Brandt had no choice but to remind: Aren't you unable to reveal your identity?
Peter wakes up from a dream: Oh, yes!
It's time for me to go.As he spoke, he dropped his backpack on his back and carried it, waved his hand and was about to leave.Brandt stopped him: Wait a minute.Peter:?
Brant looked at the teenager, who was currently the second visitor to the universe besides Jason.If you want to study the cosmic barrier and your own situation, maybe it is more appropriate to put these visitors from another world under your nose?
In Peter's puzzled gaze, Brandt sent out an invitation: If you don't have a place to go for a while, do you want to come and stay at my house?
Peter blinked: It's not good, it's too much trouble for you.I'm going to open a clinic in the near future, and I just don't need an assistant, so I should provide accommodation for my staff?
Brandt has a good reason: since I know your little secret, don't you think it's safest to give me a job?
Peter was somewhat convinced.And you're short of money, and you seem to have a little trouble with your identity, so you shouldn't be able to find a more suitable job.Although I think, at your age, you should go to school?
Peter was stunned: how do you know?
Of course, it's because you're an outsider, how can you possibly have an identity.Thinking so, Brant said: Otherwise, how could a minor run to a bar to find a job.You're right.Peter's stumbling reason for making it up: My documents are not very easy to reissue, so I am now a black household.He immediately added: But I'm definitely a good person, and I have no criminal record!
I believe.Brandt patted his arm soothingly: Then, give me your address, and when I finish dealing with the police, I'll pick you up.Peter was thoroughly convinced.Exchanging phone numbers and leaving addresses, Peter left the alley in high spirits.And almost as soon as he was sent away, the police found it in all directions.To Bran's surprise, in addition to a few Miami police detectives, there were two faces he had never seen before.A dark-skinned man who should have a part of black blood, is quite muscular, and is full of strength; The other is older, looking elegant and wise, but there is a sharp hidden eye.Brant raised an eyebrow, already having a guess in his mind.Brent?
How are you?
Debra asked as soon as she got out of the car and ran towards Brandt.It was I who called the police.Brant shook his head at the two strange policemen, who were those two?
Debra: BAU, the foreign aid brought in for this case.Really.As she spoke, the older BAU walked over to this side, and Debra duly introduced: This is Agent Rosie.Then he pointed to the black brother who was crouching in front of the unconscious kidnapper, trying to wake him up, and over there was Agent Morgan.Morgan?
Brandt suddenly had a guess.Debra laughed, you're right, his dad and Harry are cousins, if you want to talk about it, it's our cousin, haha, it's really a police family.Morgan also came over at this time, shook his head at Rossi, couldn't wake up, and I called an ambulance.Rosie nodded, and then said to Brandt: I think you would like to come to the police station to take a note?
Brant had no reason to refuse, so he naturally followed them into the police station, and it was at this time that he learned the reason why BAU would come.The only black sedan that was captured by the camera before was not fixed at the time and place of each time it was picked up with the victim.At first glance, these locations may seem unconnected, but the intersection of all the locations punctuated on the map creates the center of the area, which happens to be Miami's busiest street that never sleeps.The neighborhood is known for its bars, from high-end clubs to small taverns, elegant wineries and crazy bars.Of course, there is also no shortage of dirt, pornographic transactions and drug gambling, and there are many prohibitions.This kind of place is indeed a high-risk area, and BAU's technical support Garcia called up surveillance overnight, and finally determined that all the victims had been here.The bar became the next thing to be investigated, and this was what Brandt had heard from Debra before.And tonight, the Miami police officers and BAU agents were investigating in groups, and the police received a call from Brant on the way, and the detective Jennifer · Jean Heat compared the location of the incident and Brant's simple description of the criminal, and decided that the other party matched the profile, so he called Rosie, the closest to Bar Street, and asked them to take over the case.Looking at Brant, who was taking notes in the reception room, Jean pursed his lips, hoping that my hunch was not wrong.Hodge patted him on the shoulder, you've done a good job, JJ.The transcript was quickly completed.Brandt skipped Peter and explained what had happened, and as he was leaving, he added: "Although the man was unconscious, looking at his previous state, I have reason to suspect that he was delirious, or that he was in a bad state of mind."
Rosie glanced at him and affirmed: You know a lot about psychology.Brandt said: I don't know very well, but I dabble in it a little.Morgan happened to come over with a coffee and asked as if unintentionally: "Studying psychology, are you also planning to work for the police?"
Debra told me that in addition to you, she also has a brother who also works for the police and is a forensic doctor, but unfortunately she hasn't met her recently.If you're coming, then all three of you are public officials.Unfortunately, my current career plan is to become a psychiatrist.Three Morgans have already joined the police department, and I am not one less.Morgan said regretfully: The psychiatrist is not bad, I wish you success.After a short chat, Brant said goodbye to Debra and left the police station, following the address Peter had left behind, struggling to find a fly hotel in a few alleys without a plaque.At the same time, the BAU agents in the police station were sitting together discussing him.Maybe we don't need to pay too much attention to him, although Debra said that he was once controlled by bad guardians, but at the moment, he is not aggressive and mentally healthy.Morgan said: And when it comes to wanting to be a psychiatrist, he's not lying."
But he's paying too much attention to us," Rossi said.Rhett silently added: And judging by his appearance, and the slight intermittent spasms of his hands, I have reason to suspect that the control that Officer Morgan is talking about is that kind of addictive control, which is drugs.Hodge also said: It's kind of weird that when you mention the other Mr.
Morgan, he has mood swings.Morgan shrugged: I understand, the occupational disease of the profiler."
A lot of unknown suspects are also stable, but if they encounter a source of irritation, they collapse quickly," Rossi said.Morgan protests, you're already profiled him as a potential unsub?
Hodge said: Of course not, you also said, occupational disease, subconsciously profiled.But if you don't want him to be your cousin, will you still refute us?
Actually, it's not a refutation.Morgan sighed: I do care a little bit about the Morgan brothers here, but Brant is stable, I'm sure of that.You're right.Hodge thought about it, it was us who were too nervous.As he spoke, there was a sharp knock on the door to the conference room.Before Hodge could say please come in, a Miami police officer slammed the door open, and a call came from the hospital, and the suspect fled!
Hodge stood up and asked incredulously: How did you escape?
He suddenly went berserk, broke free from the restraints, injured the doctor and the police, and ran straight out of the window.Jumping out of the window?
How many floors?
The police officer said indescribably: On the sixth floor, does he have superpowers?
※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※ red envelope has been sent Chapter 16 The sixteenth mental illness is unknown if it is a superpower, but everyone in the police station is subconsciously denying the result brought by this police officer.They compared the suspect's car and confirmed that it belonged to the same one that picked up several victims in the surveillance, and before they could breathe a sigh of relief, they got the bad news that the suspect had escaped.Or in a supernatural way, he jumped from the sixth floor and landed safely, unscathed.How did he do it?
Red blinked, asked in surprise.No one could answer.Garcia's call came, and the person's identity had been confirmed.His real name was Quincy Middot; Richie, 35, was originally a zoo keeper, but a year ago he suddenly disappeared for three days, and when he reappeared, it was as if he were a different person.Alert, panicked, and neurotic, he claimed to have been followed by surveillance, that many wanted to assassinate him, that his medical records were marked as paranoia of victimization, but he refused to receive psychotherapy, and immediately quit his job and has been closed since.And it was only at the end of last month that Richie's ex-wife died tragically and his daughter disappeared, and he walked out of the house again.Perhaps to make ends meet, he took a job as a delivery boy and provided cheap drinks to bars.He walked out of the house and got a job, but he didn't look for his daughter?
Morgan held up his public phone, unable to understand.Garcia said with certainty: No.Rosie sensitively asked: What is the name of his ex-wife?
Arya.
Angus.Wait for Garcia to realize something.Hodge completes the second half of her sentence: "She was our first victim.While not sure what the source of the stimulus is, it's clear that Quincy · Richie is their unsub.Alright guys.Hodge began to assign jobs, and Morgan went to re-examine the first crime scene to see if there were any missing clues.Morgan stuck the pistol into his waist, understood.JJ is still at the police station and has to let me know if he receives any information that might be helpful.Let the hot head be understood.Hodge makes a final addition: Rosie and Emily continue to track down Unsub's whereabouts, each time only after a new victim goes missing, meaning that he should have at least one surviving hostage.I went to investigate Richie and his ex-wife's properties to try to find possible secret rooms.We are running out of time, we must do our best to save the hostages!
Rosie and Emily are ready to go, no problem.Red looked at this and that, and finally raised his hand cautiously when everyone was almost gone, what about me?
The conference room fell silent.Hodge coughed lightly, and said solemnly in a tone that was not guilty: "You stay with JJ to guard the rear, we need your judgment and analytical skills, Red."
Rhett said a little excitedly: Okay, I understand, I'll do it well.Hodge and Big Brother Rossi glanced at each other and quietly breathed a sigh of relief.Can he say that this time in the field is too dangerous, unsub is full of weirdness, and it is better for Red, who is at the bottom of his physical fitness and negative marksmanship, to stay in the base camp and not go over to cause trouble?
In order to soothe the fragile minds of the children, Hodge chose to take a detour.Looks like it works pretty well?
After nearly three hours of wandering around, Brant finally found the little inn Peter had spoken of in a dimly lit alley.There are no signboards, the walls are peeling, the gate is rusty, the shallow pit at the entrance is full of garbage and yellowing water stains, in short, it is a pretty bad place.Brandt walked in, and the environment inside was even more cramped, and you could even see scantily clad girls around the corner, and the strong men covered in tattoos were really not suitable for a teenager to live in.He walked to the counter to inquire about Peter's room, and the boss threw over a tattered register for the visitor to take care of, sighing, Brandt did not take over the register, and called Peter directly, only to finally receive someone.By the time they drove home again, it was already half past one in the morning.Neil was already asleep, and the girl who was in a bad state of mind from before did not come.What are you looking for?
Peter asked.Brandt withdrew his gaze and just said, "I'm wondering where it's better for you to stay."
Peter was starting to be embarrassed again: Actually, I can sleep on the couch.And then was woken up by Neil, who got up in the middle of the night to drink water?
emmm Peter gave in: That's a problem for you.Brant made a decision: you should sleep in Jason's room first, the other rooms haven't been cleaned up yet.Jason?
Shall I meet my new roommate?
He won't live here for the time being, and it's not too late to get to know him later.Given that Jason was the red hood in the bar, Brant quickly ended the conversation and walked outside Jason's room with Peter and pushed the door open.The room looks normal and the beds are neatly folded, but why didn't the mess caused by the sewing of the hood last night be cleaned up?
Why do the curtains have to be drawn tightly to cover the gloomy house?
Why are there two hand-painted abstract paintings on the door panels, and they are even full of darts?
It didn't look like a serious room, and Peter was so frightened that he took a half step back.Brant walked in, put the broken scissors on the cabinet, threw the discarded yarn in the trash, and opened the curtains again, and the sunlight filled the room, and it looked much more comfortable.Peter put his backpack and all his possessions on a chair, and finally began to look at the makeshift dwelling.Eh, Brandt, what's on that?
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An abstract drawing of darts on the door panel caught Peter's attention, and Brant took a closer look to see that the two paintings were very different.Although they are all portraits of people with distorted facial features that cannot be seen, the one with green hair and a big mouth is full of darts all over his face, but the one next to it is black with a cat's ear mask, but the face is full of darts, and it doesn't poke the person in the painting at all.That's very discriminatory.Brandt pulled the dart out and put it in a drawer, told Peter to rest early, and went back to his room.After dawn, I introduced Peter to Neil, and I was ready to move in.Although Neil doesn't quite understand when Brandt became a psychiatrist behind his back, it doesn't matter, obviously he cares more about the mother-in-law next door than these things, what kind of cookies are baked today.And it wasn't until the afternoon that the girl, who was not quite in the right mental state, finally knocked on the door of Brandt's house.According to herself, her name is Julie· Kozmo, a college student, has been on leave for almost a year to avoid assassination.The girl stood stiffly in the doorway, and Brandt tried to relax her, and began to put on a brisk tone, Almost, can I call you Julie?
I thought you would arrive yesterday, but I didn't expect to come today, is something going on?
Julie didn't answer and asked: You said before that you could let me hide in your house, does it still count?
Brant said: Absolutely.