Atlanta.
White Night flew over last night.
He woke up early today.
He bumped into Bau and his group at the hotel this morning.
No.
It was not appropriate to say that they bumped into each other.
They could only be considered to have brushed past each other without any interaction.
It was a piece of cake for Meggen to find out where they were staying. He was carrying a backpack.
He was wearing a sunhat and holding a tourist map in his hand.
He was just like an ordinary tourist.
He finally saw Hotch.
In front of him! God knew how much he wanted to pounce on them. However, he only pretended to study the tourist attractions on the map when they passed by and stole a few more glances after they passed by.
He definitely had no intention of following them. Well, actually, he knew that Hotch was usually in the middle of the police station.
He could not follow them to the police station.
It was a hot summer in Atlanta.
It was the annual Street Food Festival. White Night wore sunglasses and shuttled through the activity area with a cold drink in his hand.
He picked out what he was interested in from the food tents and food workshops.
He sat at a small dining table by the roadside with his breakfast on the table.
He picked out the barbecue salad and ate it, leaving the vegetables untouched. The meat was charred on the outside and tender on the inside. It was accompanied by the aroma of seasonings.
It made one's appetite soar.
"Boss, one more."
Another one, please, "he said in his unique, even tone.
If it wasn't for the oil on his mouth, people would have thought that he was dissatisfied with it.
Since the festival had just started in the morning, there weren't many tourists. Other than White Night, there was only the one who had just passed by. "It looks delicious. Boss, give me one too."
"Okay … okay." The boss stuttered.
Bai Ye glanced at the girl who spoke. She looked like she was about fifteen or sixteen years old. Then, he shifted his gaze away. He did not linger on the girl's strange green colored contact lenses and purple hair. However, the color of the contact lenses, coupled with the almost invisible pupils, really … made her look very unique.
"Clarice, I saw someone selling ice cream over there. I'll come back for you later." The girl's companion waved at the girl.
"Can I sit here?" Clarice stood beside the table.
White Night looked up and said, "Do as you wish." Then he turned his attention back to his phone. He browsed through the news in Atlanta. Strangely, there were no reports about serial killers. Serial killers were big news. Every time, the media would flock to them.
Unless … White Night thought of the poisoning case that Hotch had mentioned. Could it be a biological weapon that could easily cause panic? Such news would most likely be blocked. The three types of conventional biological weapons, be it bacteria, viruses, or toxins, could cause widespread disease and death.
This year coincided with the tenth anniversary of the 2001 anthrax attack. No, no, no. He was probably overthinking it. If the news about the anthrax had been blocked, Hotch would not have told him that it was a poisoning case. Moreover, he had seen them in the hotel in the morning. Nothing serious should have happened.
"You don't seem to be surprised by my appearance?"
Under the girl's gaze, White Night realized that she was talking to him. This girl had an Asian face and was obviously Asian. He looked at the girl's different-colored eyes and hair. "It's your freedom to dress up however you want." After a pause, he continued, "Your contact lenses are … unique." Her aesthetic could only be described as unique.
The girl pursed her lips and laughed as if she had heard a joke. "You're unique too. I'm Clarice."
"White." This time, White Night felt that the girl was a little strange.
After a moment of silence, Clarice was obviously more introverted. Her gaze was always on White Night, but when White Night looked at her, she would shift her gaze away. Just then, their barbecue salad was served. He pretended not to notice and picked at the meat on the plate.
"Erm … Are you a tourist?" Clarice looked at the tourist map on the table.
"Yes." White Night began to consider the girl's purpose of striking up a conversation. He didn't have many contacts. Could it be an agent sent by S.H.E.L.D., or one of the mages under Alpha Centauri? But it didn't seem like it. This was too amateurish. Could it be that she wanted him to lower his guard?
Seeing that White Night was not interested in talking, Clarice shrugged and looked around. She seemed to be interested in other stalls. White Night quietly ate the barbecue. He felt that compared to the previous plate, it was a little sweeter. There was probably more sauce.
Suddenly, there was a scream not far away.
"What's going on over there?" Clarice put down the fork in her hand and looked in the direction of the commotion.
"Someone suddenly collapsed, bleeding profusely." White Night didn't look back, but his excellent hearing allowed him to easily understand the situation. He could tell that someone was calling 911 in the midst of the noise.
"I still have something to do, so I'll leave first." Clarice wiped her mouth with a napkin. She didn't care about the food on the table and was ready to leave.
However, as soon as she stood up, she coughed a few times. She covered her mouth with one hand and supported herself on the table with the other. She lost her strength and fell to the ground, knocking over the small dining table. Bai Ye saw blood flowing from her nose and mouth.
White Night hesitated for a second between saving his plate of food and supporting the girl. He looked at the girl on the ground and the mess on the ground. He heard the stall owner trembling as he called the police. He walked past the girl expressionlessly and left.
He knew nothing about Clarice's situation. He felt that it would be troublesome if he stayed. He had no interest in being a witness. He might even become the target of suspicion. Anyway, he kept the brim of his sunhat low, and there was no one in the stall. Basically, no one saw his face. Well, he had to thank the strong sunlight of Atlanta in the summer.
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"Two more victims have appeared. They have been sent to the hospital for treatment." In the Atlanta police station, an officer walked into the office with a file. "One victim has died. The other survived and is now out of danger."
"Witnesses saw the suspect's appearance. This is a portrait based on the witness's description. According to the witness, the suspect left immediately after the victim fell to the ground."
Reid took the file and looked at it. "Like the previous victims, the cause of death was spontaneous massive bleeding. Anticoagulants were found in the victim's blood sample." He turned the page and frowned when he saw the suspect's portrait.
"Witnesses have arrived at the police station. They said the suspect is about 20 years old and yellow," the officer added.
"Morgan and Prentiss go to the crime scene. Da, Ve, you, Sea, and Ver go to the hospital to find out the situation from the survivors." Hotch looked at the officer. "I'll talk to the witness."
…
As night fell, the team members were still discussing the case on the way back to the hotel.
"This anticoagulant, which is mainly composed of C19H16O4, will have an incubation period of a few hours to a few days in the human body according to the concentration. It won't take effect immediately. White shouldn't be our unknown suspect." Reid walked in front and talked to Rossi.
"According to the survivor, Clarice Fang, this was the first time she met White, and she didn't notice White doing anything. However, the food residue did contain anticoagulants." Rossi nodded.
"White doesn't match our profile. From the previous victims, we speculate that the unknown suspect is a white male, a racial supremacist. The victims are all Asian or African …" Prentiss suddenly paused. They had just walked into the hotel lobby when they saw a person sitting in the corner of the lounge. "Do you think that's the person in the portrait?"
At this time, White Night was sitting on the sofa in the lounge with a magazine in his hand. In fact, he was secretly watching the entrance. He waited for almost an hour before he saw the person he wanted to see walk in. Well, he couldn't be too deliberate. He pretended to be careless.
Wait … Wait, why is Hotch walking towards me? I shouldn't be able to recognize them in my current body.
White Night immediately shifted his gaze back to the magazine. He stared intently at the artistic photo in the magazine.
"I'm Aaron.
Hotcher, FBI. I have something to ask you, Mr. White? "
"Okay." White Night put down the magazine stiffly, trying to maintain a neutral expression. The familiar, serious-looking Hotch in a suit was less than a meter in front of him. He gulped subtly.
"What's your full name?"
"Nat White."
"Mr. White, I want to ask about what happened at the Food Festival this morning." Hotch stared at the person in front of him. "Why did you leave immediately?"
White Night felt that Hotch's gaze was oppressive. He was just afraid of trouble, but if he said that, wouldn't it make him seem too cold? He remembered that when he was still Bruce, he had left a bad first impression on Hotch. He didn't want White Night to have the same impression on Hotch. "I was a little panicked at the time. I … I was scared of blood."
This excuse was a little lame, but he couldn't think of a better one at the moment. Or rather, his brain had gone into a half-shut state in front of Hotch.
Unfortunately, White Night was used to being expressionless and his tone was flat. This sentence wasn't very convincing. At least, Hotch didn't believe it. He looked straight into the other party's eyes. "You seem a little nervous?"
"I just …" White Night felt that something was wrong. He felt a chill around his nose and lips. Hotch's expression changed slightly. "Mr. White."
White Night touched his nose and found a little red liquid on his hand.
… He definitely didn't see Hotch get a nosebleed.
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