Bruce stood outside a detention room in the police station, looking at Bellanck through a glass window. Bellanck's neck was covered with a piece of gauze, and he sat at the table expressionlessly.
Rossi walked out and spread his hands. "He refused to admit to the murders and asked for a lawyer."
"If it's just assault with a gun and assaulting a police officer, he can only be locked up for two or three years at most since he didn't cause any harm." Prentiss glanced at Bruce.
"We all know that from the corpse's performance, this is an extremely rational serial killer. He won't be controlled by his own impulses. This kind of serial killer is the most difficult to deal with. They are organized, take into account all kinds of situations, and kill in a planned way. If they don't leave behind any loot, it will be difficult for us to find evidence," Morgan said in a low voice.
Unless we can get him to talk. " The team members looked at each other and understood what he meant.
"I'm going to check on Reid." Bruce turned and left.
"Do you guys think he's okay?" JJ looked at everyone with a worried expression.
"I'm not sure, but I know that Bruce is used to wearing a smile on his face. Most of the time, it's just polite, but now …" Prentiss shrugged. "It's really hard to get close to him when he's expressionless."
"It's not easy to deal with this situation. You know, when I woke up this morning and was told that the murderer had been caught, I was shocked," Rossi said. "I hope Reid can find something."
Bruce came to the office that the police station had reserved for their team with a cup of coffee in his hand. He hated it the most without sugar or milk. However, he had been exhausted from dealing with potential contractors in the past few days. After catching Bellanck last night, he was brought to the police station and couldn't sleep at all. He still doubted whether Bellanck was really the guy he was supposed to deal with.
"So, Spencer, did you find anything?" Bruce sat down next to Reid and took a sip of the coffee. The bitterness made him frown. Don't expect the coffee made by this kind of office coffee machine to have a mellow taste.
The police officers searched Bellanck's temporary residence here. Other than the diary in Reid's hand, they didn't find anything else.
"Erm … This is the diary of a man named Haque. Actually, I haven't finished reading it yet."
Bruce gave him a 'you're kidding me' expression. "Look at the thickness of this diary. With your reading speed, shouldn't you be able to finish it in ten minutes? It's already been half an hour. Could it be that the handwriting inside is so small that it's hard to read? "
"No, the handwriting is of a normal size, but this is written in Chinese, which is different from English. Chinese is an ideograph. Although I have self-taught, reading Chinese requires me to change my way of thinking, which affects my reading speed."
Dazzled by Brainiac's brilliance again, Bruce stretched out his hand in annoyance. "Give it to me, I'll do it."
"Hey, you never told me you knew Chinese." Reid handed the diary to Bruce.
"Don't you all think that I'm Chinese? You also think that I know Chinese Kung Fu. What's so strange about knowing Chinese?" Bruce rolled his eyes.
"But you said that you don't know your father at all, and you're not sure if you're Chinese."
Bruce ignored him and flipped open the diary. Reid came over and asked a few questions related to Chinese from time to time.
"The owner of this diary is called Huck. Rather than calling it a diary, I think it would be more accurate to call it a first-person adventure novel. The content is …" Reid was about to tell the rest of the team about the diary when Morgan's phone rang.
"Go ahead, baby.
Girl, I'm on speaker. "
"First, it's Evan Beranke. I did a thorough search of his information and found that he had a few public warnings for alcohol abuse, but they were all removed. Obviously, being born into a rich family has some means of dealing with it." Garcia's voice came from the phone. "Then, it's Haque Xie. He became an American citizen twenty years ago. Before that, it was blank. This isn't strange. Texas is one of the states with the most illegal immigrants in our country. He used to live in Texas. Yes, he used to. He passed away two years ago. The strange thing is that the medical records showed that everything was normal. It seemed that he died of old age, but he wasn't even seventy years old when he passed away.
"I also found out about the relationship between Bellanck and Xie. When Bellanck was young, he lived with his grandparents in a small town in Texas. Xie was there too."
"Thank you, Penelope." Bruce smiled.
"At your service."
After the phone was hung up, Reid looked at Bruce strangely. "You seem to be in a good mood?"
Indeed, the last piece of the puzzle had been put together, and the doubts were basically solved.
Seeing that Bruce didn't intend to say anything, Reid changed the topic. "The content of the diary is roughly about the protagonist signing a contract with an unknown powerful being and being sent to different worlds for adventures. He was asked to complete some missions and was rewarded with the ability to make himself stronger — not in terms of spirit or knowledge, but in terms of individual strength. For example, the protagonist received the Force from Star Wars and even a lightsaber. There was also a description of World of Warcraft. This is an interesting way of creating derivative works. Some works are connected, and of course, the author also created some original works. What's more interesting is that at the end, the protagonist used a special item to track down a character that was mentioned repeatedly in the novel, um, the diary, and came to this world, the world we live in now, and lost almost all of his abilities. The dialectical views of idealism and materialism in the diary are very interesting, and there are also very deep feelings about dreams or between virtual and reality … "
“Reid。” Hotch interrupted Reid before he could comment on the adventure novel (diary) that he was rarely interested in.
"Uh, sorry." Reid blinked his eyes.
"So, from the fact that this diary was carefully preserved and Bellanck had to take it with him even when he went on a long trip, Bellanck was very fond and even obsessed with the plot?" Rossi speculated.
"I think so, especially the part about World of Warcraft. Although the diary is well maintained, it's easy to see the traces of frequent reading," Reid continued.
"When was this diary written?" Hotch asked.
"It needs to be examined. Judging from the traces of paper and ink, it's at least ten years old."
"All of it?"
"It seems so. There's almost no difference between old and new ink, which means it was written in a relatively short period of time." Reid didn't quite understand why Rossi asked this question.
"Then, how did the owner of this diary know about World of Warcraft at least ten years ago? The game was released less than four years ago. "Rossi understood Hotch's meaning.
"Maybe … maybe it's just an old diary," JJ said after a moment of silence.
"Maybe we can get the answer from him." Hotch glanced at his team members. "Let's focus on the case for now. Reid, go talk to Bellanck."
"Do you want to try?" Reid asked Bruce before he went in.
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