Time flew by, and a few months had passed. Bruce had fully adapted to his current life. Whenever there was a case, he would fly around the country with his team. Since they were dealing with serial killers, holidays and whatnot were nothing. If he wanted to have a holiday, it really depended on whether the serial killers gave him face or not.
Although he was always busy, it was impossible for work to occupy every minute and second of Bruce's life after he got used to it. One day, when he returned to the empty apartment after work, he felt that he had nothing to do — he could already finish those reports during working hours.
After casually taking out frozen dumplings from the fridge and making himself dinner, Bruce stood on the balcony, looking at the night view of the city lights. He realized that he hadn't been so carefree in a long time. Since he decided to go to BAU, he had been studying hard, stuffing all the knowledge into his mind. It wasn't easy to finish school in two years. At that time, Bruce would tell himself that "learning makes me happy" every day. Then, he would read professional books one after another. After that, his life in the FBI Academy was more or less the same. After joining BAU, in order to stay in this place and not be left behind by his experienced team members, Bruce would go home every day to study the cases they had dealt with before. Fortunately, it wasn't without reward. He was now an official member of the team, not just a probationary member.
When a person was busy for a long time and had nothing to do, he would be at a loss. Bruce was the same. Last night, he had finished reading the last BAU case information that Garcia had retrieved from the database. What would his team members be doing at this time? Bruce's eyes were a little empty as he looked at the traffic below.
Hotch must be accompanying his family. The man left almost all his time outside of work for his family. Bruce had seen the photo on Hotch's desk. He couldn't deny that he envied him for a second before throwing it to the back of his mind. Although deep down, he probably wanted someone to accompany him, he was used to being alone and couldn't imagine himself having a family. It was a little sad. Bruce laughed at himself.
Although Gideon wasn't married, he seemed to be emitting the sour smell of love recently. The same went for his penis. Bruce threw the two of them out of his mind and secretly despised them for being single dogs.
Morgan was definitely hanging out in a bar again, just like how Reid was researching some academic problem. Garcia, on the other hand, was probably still the queen of the internet. As for Prentiss, it was a little hard to guess.
In fact, the team members would not talk about their private lives. After all, they spent so much time together, and they were all experts in profiling. There were no secrets between them. Even Bruce, who could barely be considered a profiler, could easily see through them, let alone others. However, no one would want to expose themselves completely to the eyes of others. It was completely normal not to talk about their lives, although it was the same whether they talked about it or not.
Therefore, there was no point in using these guys as a reference. Bruce pursed his lips. Although the bar was a good place to pass time, Bruce didn't drink. He felt that alcohol would affect his nervous reflexes, which was intolerable for a high agility melee fighter. Regardless of whether there was a scientific basis for it, he had stayed away from alcohol since he was in the dimension. Secondly, Bruce didn't want to find a partner or a sex buddy. Deep down, he was still influenced by the Chinese in his previous life. He didn't want to have fun or play around. If he wanted a partner, it had to be someone he loved.
Bruce finally turned on his computer and decided to learn from Queen Garcia and have some fun on the internet. After browsing through the news, Bruce saw a report – World of Warcraft has more than eight million users worldwide.
Bruce raised his eyebrows and found the official website of WOW in search software. He then started to download the game. He had heard about this world-famous game in his previous life. However, he was still in high school at the time. After he went to university, he had more free time. After that, there was another world-famous game, LOL. In the end, he fell into the pit of LOL and missed the opportunity to play WOW. But now, there were still a few years before LOL appeared. He finally had the chance to experience the charm of this game.
At this moment, his phone suddenly rang. Bruce raised his eyebrows. He hoped it wasn't a new case. However, he didn't have many friends. Other than Wilson's family, some of his university classmates, and his colleagues from BAU were the only contacts he had on his phone.
Sure enough, the caller ID was a familiar name. When Bruce picked up the phone, he sighed in his heart about how troublesome this job was. However, what he heard next made his face turn serious.
After putting down the phone, Bruce quickly changed out of his casual clothes and arrived at 181 Arthur Road, Gideon's apartment within half an hour.
When Bruce arrived at the apartment, he frowned. The place had become a murder scene. The police officers were busy. The room was stained with blood, and a woman was lying on the floor. The victim's chest was disemboweled, and many of her organs were removed. It was clear that the woman had suffered a lot before she died.
"The last time I spoke to Gideon was two hours ago. He said he was late for a date," Hotch said. It wasn't hard to imagine what kind of blow it was to Gideon that his date had ended up in such a state.
All the team members were present except for Gideon. He was seen rushing out of the apartment with a gun. Now, he was even considered a suspect. Because of this, BAU was prohibited from participating in this case because Gideon was their colleague. However, they obviously wouldn't give up just like that. They observed the scene.
"There were no signs of forced entry. Why?"
"Everything was the same. Nothing was touched. Alcohol was poured but no one drank. The victim let the murderer in. Why not? She was waiting for Gideon. This is his home. "Morgan tried to simulate the situation. He had always been good at this.
"The forensic doctor didn't find any defensive wounds. Why?"
"Because she didn't defend herself. She couldn't do it. A psychopath needs to kill like a normal person needs to breathe. "
"He was fast, and every cut was precise. From her lower limbs to her throat, she was conscious until she breathed her last breath." Bruce observed the female body. "The toxicology report showed that there was a large amount of chlorine, amine, ketone, and an anesthetic in her blood.
He disemboweled her and took out the lower right rib. " Morgan suddenly noticed something on her left hand. He removed half of the rib from her bloody left hand.
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