Under Hotch's insistence,
Bruce did a comprehensive physical examination,
To prevent any harm from unknown chemicals,
When he waited for the preliminary physical examination results and brought the photos he received from home, it was already past noon.
The photos were a large stack of things he moved out of the mailbox after he returned home yesterday,
When he was about to pick out the bill from a pile of newspapers, he found it in a plain white envelope.
He opened it and looked,
There were only a few photos,
The photos were not very clear,
The pixels were a little low. The content was of him going for a morning run in the park,
Commuting to and from work at the subway station,
When he went to the shopping mall to buy daily necessities. There was even a photo taken two months ago when he went to the library with Reid,
Even though Reid only had half of his face in the photo.
Bruce's attention was all on the mutated human at that time. He just casually looked at the photo and threw it on the bedside table. Even if this was done by someone who had malicious intentions towards him and wanted to deal with him,
So what? In his experience, he had encountered too many people who had malicious intentions towards him and wanted to kill him. It was just a matter of dealing with soldiers with soldiers and water with an earth weir.
He casually handed the envelope to the staff,
Watching the staff wearing a gas mask and working clothes carefully take out the photos,
Putting them into a transparent sealed evidence bag and then walking out of the room,
"Agent,
I will immediately send these photos for toxicity testing and send them to you after scanning them. "
"This outfit seems a little exaggerated,
I've already touched the photos directly, there's no problem, "Bruce looked at the back of the staff and said to Reid, who was beside him.
"You call this no problem? Think about what you did this morning. "Hotch's stern voice came from behind him,
Bruce shrank his head,
Under Hotch's gaze, he felt as if he had done something wrong and felt a little guilty.
"Gather in the conference room." Hotch looked around at the team members and finally looked at Bruce.
"So, this morning, you …" Reid stopped talking.
"… Nothing."
In the conference room. "This feeling is very strange, as if I'm the victim. So, I put Bruce's photos in front." Garcia pressed the remote control, and Bruce's picture appeared on the screen. It was the picture that Bruce had received.
"Oh, this capturing technique made me look so ugly." Bruce saw that the atmosphere was a little heavy and wanted to liven things up. In fact, the Bruce in the picture was far from ugly. It was just that most of his face was expressionless. At first glance, he gave people a sense of oppression.
Realizing that everyone was staring at him in silence, Bruce scratched his head uncomfortably. Fortunately, Rossi said, "Do you have any enemies? Or do you feel like you're being followed recently?"
"Enemies …" Bruce didn't even have to think about it. "If we don't count the serial killers we're after, there's none. I don't feel like I'm being followed. " In his life, he had very little interaction with people other than his team members. Moreover, in front of people he was not familiar with, he had to play a very likable role. Speaking of which, other than his team members, the person he interacted with the most was probably a delivery man from a pizza shop not far from his house. If there was really a reason to hate him, it was probably because he was handsome and rich. That obviously didn't make sense. Bruce quickly threw the drama out of his mind.
Rossi seemed to be a little confused by his firm answer, but still nodded. She turned to everyone and said, "We still don't know if this is directed at the two of you or all of us. Are you sure you haven't received anything similar?"
"I'm not sure. I haven't opened my mailbox since I came back yesterday." Prentiss frowned and suddenly thought of something. "Oh, we haven't informed JJ about this. If this is directed at the team, JJ may have received it too." She looked at Hotch. After seeing Hotch nod, she picked up her phone and walked out of the conference room.
"I didn't receive it. I checked my mailbox this morning." Morgan shrugged.
"I didn't either," Reid said.
Hotch shook his head.
Prentiss came back not long after. "JJ said she didn't receive it. I called her and she specifically asked Will (JJ's boyfriend) to check the mailbox. She also asked me to pass on her concerns." Prentiss looked at Bruce and Garcia.
"Oh, this isn't something she should be worried about now. Is she okay?" Garcia's attention shifted to JJ. Finally, he didn't look as worried as he did at the beginning.
"Yes, she's fine. She's due soon. Will asked for leave to stay at home with her."
"So, only the two of you received it. This isn't directed at one person, but it's also not directed at all of us. Why? Is there something that the two of you have experienced that we haven't? "Rossi wanted to clarify the relationship between the two of them.
Unfortunately, there was no such thing. Bruce and Garcia looked at each other and shook their heads at the same time.
"Let's change our perspective. What do you think of the content of these pictures? When and where were they taken?" Hotch looked at the pictures on the screen.
"I'm not sure when exactly. The places where these pictures were taken are almost every day, except for this one." Bruce pointed to the picture with half of Reid's face. "It was taken about two months ago.
Shakespeare Library. "
"Wait a minute." Reid furrowed his brows and quickly flipped open the folder in front of him. Garcia's photo had been printed out, and everyone had a copy. Bruce's photo, on the other hand, was only available digitally due to time constraints. Reid quickly flipped through the photos. "The angle of these photos … Although I can't tell where Garcia's photos are from, they were all taken from above. But this one …" Reid reached out his hand and pointed at the photo with half of his face on the screen. "If I remember correctly, there is a camera at the entrance of the library, right at the place where this photo was taken."
Bruce reacted quickly and recalled, "These are pictures of the subway station. There are also cameras at those places."
"So, we're not facing a stalker, but a hacker? A hacker who can hack into the library and even the Transportation Department's surveillance system? "Prentiss understood what the two of them meant.
"A hacker? Don't let me catch you. " Garcia relaxed when she heard that she wasn't being followed. Her fighting spirit was instantly reignited. She clenched her teeth and said, "On the way to work, at the coffee shop, on the way home from work, at the restaurant, at the bar, at the cinema, at the shopping street, at the supermarket … We live in a world where there is almost no privacy at all. Just based on the location of these cameras, they can outline our entire lives. This is terrifying. "
Garcia realized that everyone was looking at her. She covered her mouth and said, "Oh, sorry, I was just lamenting. Please continue."
"Garcia, can you find the person who hacked into these systems?" Hotch asked.
"Unless they allow me to check, I can only hack in," Garcia said. Then she immediately reacted. "Uh … I don't intend to do that. What I mean is, maybe we can get a search warrant?"
There was a moment of silence in the conference room. Everyone knew that the possibility was not high. There were so many places, including the Transportation Department.
"Even so, the possibility of finding him is not high. A few fake servers can make it impossible to track him," Garcia added, "I'm not saying that his skills are superb.
But the amount of time he spent on this … is terrifying. He determined the location based on the traffic video, but after all, not every place has a camera. On the roads where there are no cameras, this guy hacked into all the nearby surveillance systems, whether it's restaurants, cinemas, bars, etc., to find this. " Garcia held a photo of her and her friends sitting at an outdoor table not far from the main entrance of the coffee shop. "Although most of the surveillance systems in these restaurants and coffee shops are paper-thin, you can't imagine how much time he spent to get this. It's no easier than stalking someone for an entire day."
"So, this person either has no job, or he has a computer-related job," Morgan concluded.
However, this information wasn't of much help to them at the moment.
"I'm thinking, why did he soak the photos he sent you in drugs?" Reid changed the topic. "It's a pity that I don't know the specific effects of these drugs." He looked at everyone, mainly Bruce and Garcia. "Sevoflurane is a type of anesthetic with a MAC of 1.71% and a blood gas distribution coefficient of 0.63%. It has the advantage of being able to induce and wake up quickly. When anesthetized, it doesn't increase cerebral blood flow, the increase in intracranial pressure is not obvious, and the oxygen consumption of the brain decreases. It's widely used in various surgeries. However, sevoflurane alone isn't enough to reveal the unknown suspect's intentions, and the amount of inhalation after soaking the photos isn't enough to achieve the anesthetic effect. It's more likely that this drug is used to lower the vigilance of the brain, allowing the unknown substance to take effect. "
"I've read the toxicity test report. This substance is negative in all aspects. It's not lethal, and it's almost non-destructive. I've also asked for the microstructure of this substance. In general, this is a protein-like substance with a polypeptide chain. It shouldn't be a man-made substance. It's more similar to a biological substance. From its structure, this substance is similar to some hormones …" Reid was still talking non-stop.
Bruce looked like he was listening to a heavenly story. He yawned slightly, thinking that everyone except Reid was the same. A few minutes later, Reid stopped talking. Bruce asked, "Are you done? What's the conclusion? "
"Erm … The conclusion is that only by knowing the effect of this substance can we deduce the unknown suspect's intentions." Reid glanced at everyone's expression and stated, "But, this is very interesting. Although I've made a bold guess, this isn't any known hormone …"
Bruce resisted the urge to roll his eyes. This time, he interrupted Reid. "Effect …" He paused for a moment, looking a little hesitant. But he still said, "Perhaps it's to induce fear."
"What?" Reid was a little confused.
Bruce took in a light breath. "Yesterday, I gave it a quick glance and tossed it on the bedside table. When I woke up this morning, I felt …" He lowered his eyes to look at the table. He seemed to be very interested in this piece of wood. "Anyway, I thought of something bad."
"Oh, this …" Reid paused.
For a moment, no one spoke. Garcia looked back and forth at everyone. "Well, good thing I didn't inhale too much. I don't want to experience fear." She tried to change the topic. "If you ask me, this is too unfair. Why are there dozens of photos of me, but only seven of Bruce? Didn't the suspect want to show that he knows us like the back of his hand? This is far from enough. "
Bruce smiled cooperatively, skipping the slightly heavy topic. "You can't say that," Bruce patted the folder full of Garcia's photos on the table. "These dozens of photos are all of your daily life, but those are almost all of mine."
Garcia took two seconds to understand what Bruce was trying to say. She shook her head vigorously, as if she was a little sad. "Oh, Bruce, life shouldn't be like this. There should be family, friends, partners, not …" Alone.
Bruce didn't quite understand Garcia's sudden change of mood. Instead, he was confused. "You are?" You are family, you are friends. Bruce also sincerely hoped that one of you could become his partner.
Garcia understood his unfinished words. "No, no, no …" She paused, not knowing how to express herself. In the end, she just said, "God, Bruce, I never knew that you …"
What??? Bruce was confused.
"Kevin gave me two movie tickets. Let's go watch a movie together this weekend." Garcia seemed to have made a decision.
"… No, thanks. I don't want my computer to be hacked. "Bruce refused with a strange expression. Garcia's boyfriend, Kevin, was also a technician, and his computer skills were superb.
.....
After work, Garcia knocked on Hotch's door. "Sir, there's something. I don't know if I should say it, but I can't help it." Garcia looked at Hotch's questioning eyes and took a deep breath. "Open the web page on your computer, open the Google page, enter the flower language of the white hyacinth, and press enter."
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