Early in the morning, Bruce's biological clock woke him up on time, and a faint light shone through the curtains.
Bruce sat up from the bed, and it took him two seconds to realize that he was now in his rented apartment. Two rooms, two living rooms, with decoration, and some distance from where he worked. The advantage was that the rent was cheap. When he was in the small town, he could still rely on the dessert house to be self-sufficient, but later, in order to complete his studies as soon as possible, he spent all the money left by Jones's wife, and he was also carrying a small loan.
As for the FBI's salary, to be honest, it was quite pitiful. After deducting his living expenses and not borrowing money, it would take him almost two years to buy a normal means of transportation. Thinking about the rising gas prices, Bruce felt that it was better for him to take the subway obediently.
Usually, after washing up, Bruce would go to the nearby park for a morning exercise, but he couldn't carry a long knife like he did in the small town. After coming back, he busied himself in the kitchen and prepared a simple breakfast for himself. But today, he spent more time in the kitchen. To be honest, he was most satisfied with the oven in this apartment.
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"Hey, beauties, good morning." When Bruce walked into the office, he saw JJ, Prentiss, and Garcia gathered together and laughed. "How was your weekend?"
"Not bad, how are you? Is your injury better? "Prentiss gave Bruce a smile, and then asked with some concern.
"No problem." Bruce made a strong gesture, put his backpack on his desk, and then took something out of the bag and walked over. "Want to try it? Fresh out of the oven, exclusive recipe, Jones brand cookies." The cookies were packed in a simple but exquisite small basket, wrapped in a layer of plastic paper.
"Give me some face, you know, this used to be the second best seller in my dessert shop." Seeing the hesitation of the three ladies, Bruce deliberately showed a pitiful expression.
So the ladies each picked up a piece. "Umm, are you sure this is the second best seller in your shop?" JJ showed a somewhat indescribable expression.
"What's wrong? Is there a problem? " Bruce picked up a piece and put it in his mouth to taste. "No problem. I deliberately put less sugar, so the sweetness is lower. The milk flavor and the caramel flavor are perfectly combined. The texture is mellow. Eating a mouthful is simply the taste of bliss."
"The advertisement is not bad. Most of your customers are young kids, right?" Prentiss smiled.
"How do you know?"
"Children prefer this kind of milky food, but it does taste good," JJ replied. "I still have some reports to sort out, excuse me."
"Then, what's the number one seller?" Prentiss picked up another cookie.
"Portuguese egg tart." Bruce blinked. "I'll bring you some next time. We don't have enough time in the morning."
"Oh, you are very sweet, my eastern prince." Garcia raised the cookie in his hand and shook it. "So.
sweet。”
"Thank you for the compliment, my computer queen."
Prentiss watched Garcia walk to her office, then gave Bruce a look. "So, not only do you like sweets, but you also like this kind of milky food?" She put down the coffee in her hand and began to tidy up the things on the table.
"What's wrong?" Bruce didn't understand. He did have a preference for this kind of food.
"No, it's just a very cute hobby. We might have another baby.
kid。” Prentiss couldn't help but laugh. Just then, Reid walked in and looked at the two of them in confusion.
In the conference room, JJ handed out the information to everyone, then showed the pictures of the victims on the screen.
"Three days ago, these girls were found in the northwestern city of Erie, Pennsylvania." Pictures of three girls appeared on the screen. They looked to be about ten years old. Then, the pictures changed to three girls' corpses. It was hard to tell them apart from the surface. "The corpses were found on the shore of Lake Erie. The heavy rain washed away the soil."
"They look like mummies."
"No, not exactly. It's because of antisepsis. So, we can't confirm the time of death. " JJ pressed the remote control and another picture appeared on the screen. "The Erie police think it's the work of a serial killer. Yesterday, a little girl went missing. The police think it's related. They're all girls about ten years old, blonde hair and blue eyes. They asked us for help."
Everyone looked over and saw that Bruce's information had fallen to the ground. He had a look of disbelief. "Lily?"
"Umm …" JJ looked at Bruce and paused. "Yes, Lily Wilson, from the town of Morier, next to Erie. Yesterday, she went missing in a large amusement park in Erie."
After a moment of silence, Hotch said, "See you on the plane in twenty minutes."
Lily was one of the few people in the world that Bruce cared about. When Bruce was overwhelmed by the turbulent waves of memories and felt lost, it was Lily's childish words that added a touch of light to his life and made him feel really connected to the world.
The plane had taken off. Bruce looked at the clouds below through the window. He heard the analysis of the victims, but he didn't listen to anything. Lily's smile seemed to appear in front of his eyes. She was innocent and cute, without any haze.
"Bruce? Bruce? "
Bruce came back to his senses. The first thing he saw was Prentiss's worried eyes. Then, he found that his team members were all looking at him.
"Sorry." The pair of deep black eyes seemed to be covered with a thin layer of mist at this time.
Hotch lowered his head and turned his eyes back to the data. "Let's start again. The Unsub's antiseptic measures for the bodies indicate that they have special equipment, have been trained, and have knowledge of the human blood vessels. They could be doctors, nurses, or professionals with a background in the funeral industry. "
"I think it's strange about antiseptic measures," Prentiss said. "The people are already dead. Even if they are antiseptic, what's left is only a modified shell."
"Someone killed them and used antiseptic measures. It means that the person wants to keep them forever. Possessiveness is at work, so they won't leave." Gideon pointed at the report with his hand.
"Judging from the age of the victims, the murderer may have lost the children due to divorce or some other accident," Morgan speculated.
"But the antiseptic measures will be destroyed one day, so he needs new victims."
"We all know the probability. More than 90% of kidnappers are killed in the first 36 hours." Reid glanced at Bruce cautiously.
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