It was rare for Bruce to be so leisurely on a weekday afternoon. At this time, he was sitting under a sunshade outside a Starbucks. On the table was an untouched latte and a few empty plates with some debris on them.
Even though he had been through so much, Bruce would occasionally feel that he was still his original self, the ordinary college student who liked fried chicken and hamburgers and desserts, who would enjoy wifi at Starbucks in the afternoons during his free time.
But he would quickly laugh at his own thoughts. His experience in the reincarnation space would not make him a knowledgeable scientist, a creative artist, or a noble with great taste in life. But it did make him a cold-blooded executioner who was good at killing people and whose moral bottom line fell again and again. He still remembered the first time blood splashed on his face and hands, but he could no longer feel the fear and sorrow of life fading away.
In the space, the evil of human nature was magnified to the extreme. It was common to see people killing people for small benefits. In order to survive, almost everyone chose to do whatever it took. In that kind of situation, it was almost impossible to have feelings for anyone.
To Brosnan, other than his first love, who ended before it even started, Hotch was the first person he had ever felt love for.
Hotch's voice and face appeared in his mind again. Bruce was lost in his thoughts with a silly smile. He was completely unaware that his silly look of love had attracted the attention of the people at the next table.
In the end, it was the ringing of the phone that interrupted him. Bruce casually picked up the phone and was not surprised to see that it was no one he knew. Since he was still recovering from his injury, Hotch had sternly rejected his request to work with his injury.
Was it some kind of promotion or after-sales investigation? Bruce threw the phone on the table disinterestedly. It was not until the phone rang for the third time that he picked up the phone impatiently, "This is Jones."
As the call went on, Bruce's expression became a little strange, "Okay, I'll go over now."
Twenty minutes later, Bruce arrived at the police station. He bought a new house, one that was convenient for transportation and close to his workplace. It was a detached two-story house with a courtyard of a considerable size. Bruce had modified some of the designs. Today, the renovation company found the body and called the police. The police hoped that he could assist in the investigation.
Walking into the police station, Bruce explained his purpose of visit and was quickly led to a room. He was a little surprised when he saw the people inside.
"Mr. Brandon," an elderly couple greeted him.
"I'm Bruce." Bruce felt a little helpless. They were the original owners of the house, Mr. and Mrs. Carter. Perhaps they were too old to remember his name. Of course, he had only met the couple once during the signing of the agreement.
"JJ, you talk to Mr. and Mrs. Carter. Jones, come with me." That's right, the only two people left in the room were Hotch and JJ.
The two walked out of the room, and Hotch led him to a corner of the living room. "Is this your house?"
"Not exactly. Although the agreement has been signed, it'll probably take about two days to go through the procedures and officially transfer the ownership to my name." Bruce saw Reid standing in front of the map. "I don't think this is an ordinary case. Otherwise, you wouldn't be standing here."
"You should say 'we', Bruce." Reid walked over. "How's your recovery?"
"I think I'm fine, but someone needs to see the doctor's diagnosis of a complete recovery." Bruce shrugged and then gestured to the information board. "What's going on? Am I a party of interest? "
Only then did Reid realize that Bruce wasn't there for work. "So you're that unlucky …" He suddenly stopped.
Bruce gave a half-smile. "Yes, I'm the unlucky new owner who just bought the house and a murder happened before I even moved in."
"I'm sorry, Bruce," Reid said dryly. However, Bruce could hear a hint of amusement in his words.
"Reid," Hotch said.
Reid widened his eyes slightly and quickly understood what Hotch meant. "Oh, okay." Reid gave Bruce a look and returned to the map to continue his geographical research.
The two sat down. "How much do you know about the case?" Hotch asked.
"I don't know anything at all. I only found out when the police informed me." Bruce glanced at Hotch and quickly looked away. Damn it, he didn't dare to look Hotch in the eye.
"In principle, as a party of interest, you shouldn't be involved in the investigation of the case." Hotch picked up the documents on the table.
Bruce blinked. "Strictly speaking, I'm not the owner of the house yet." Seeing Hotch's noncommittal expression, he said, "Come.
on。 I've been bored out of my mind for more than half a month. "He showed a pitiful expression.
"Do you enjoy these cases?"
"No, no, no." Although Hotch was expressionless as usual, Bruce's mind immediately went on alert and he tried to appear sincere. "I only enjoy being with you guys."
Hotch looked at him for two seconds and handed the documents to him.
Bruce's heart skipped a beat, but he flipped through the documents as if nothing had happened. He quickly browsed through it and raised his eyebrows in surprise. "This is really an 'old friend.'"
In a familiar manner, the victims were all dressed in costumes similar to those of various races in World of Warcraft. Their hearts were killed with a single stab. What was slightly different from the previous cases was that the murderer left a strange pattern at the scene. According to the data, in addition to the four victims in the New York case, there were five more. Five similar but different patterns were left beside the five victims. Another strange thing was that the victims came from different places, but their bodies were all dumped in different places in Quantico.
"Five victims in half a month. This case was handed over to us yesterday. Today, we found a new victim in your new house." Hotch briefly explained the case.
"There's no new crime scene?" Bruce couldn't help but feel uncomfortable when such a thing happened in his new house.
"Morgan and Prentiss went to the scene. The relevant information will be back soon."
Bruce casually flipped through the documents again. "These victims seem a bit familiar?"
"They all attended that party. I think you have a deep impression of that party?"
Bruce suddenly realized. To be honest, if he hadn't been injured at that party, he might have forgotten all about these people.
Bruce suddenly thought of Walter. If the murderer's target was these people who attended the party, Walter was very likely to be in danger. However, to Bruce, she was just an online friend whom he had met once. Perhaps they had a good chat online, but that was it. After the last incident, Walter had mysteriously left a message online to apologize to him and then disappeared.
"The murderer's target is very clear. You have to be careful."
Bruce simply could not restrain himself from grinning from ear to ear.
At this moment, JJ walked over. He first looked at Bruce worriedly, then put a folder in front of them. "This is the information about the new crime scene."
A woman in a mage's outfit was lying in a pool of blood. Next to her were six strange dark red patterns that formed an irregular shape. Five of the patterns were found next to the previous five victims, and a photo was placed in the center of the irregular shape. The photo was of Bruce in his Night Elf attire when he participated in the event.
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