Twilight. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The dim sunlight shone on the San Francisco Police Department's signage, revealing a burst of dilapidation.

The cold air inadvertently and silently occupies this beautiful and rich city.

It's like the mood of all police officers at this moment.

It was another 24 hours of fruitless results, and Superintendent Jonathan arrested almost everyone and scolded them. The pressure on him was mounting and he was about to break his shoulder.

Hodge's BAU group was also feeling a little burned out.

Rhett had already found a suitable nurse for her mother, so he immediately flew to San Francisco to solve a problem with his friends who had been born and died together for more than a decade.

Even with the addition of Red, who had a humanoid calculator, after two days and two nights of sleepless work, 10% of the information Garcia had collected had not been consulted. Checking these materials is not as simple as imagined, and it will not be a model of looking at resumes like the recruitment of human resources departments. Red and the others must find out a series of things in each document, such as the simple upbringing of others, the criminal experience, and the activity trajectory of the "heart snatcher" in the time before and after the crime, and make a judgment on whether there is anything suspicious. Although Garcia was kind enough to edit the documents according to this pattern long ago, the evaluation of thousands of materials still caused headaches for the members of BAU.

Black coffee also doesn't stop everyone from getting more and more tired mentally and physically.

Hodge finished reading a document, rubbed his bloodshot eyes with both hands, and took a sip of the coffee he had in hand.

It had been a long time since he had this frustration. In the past few years, BAU has been smooth sailing, and it has become easier and simpler to solve the case every time, almost forming a fixed routine. In addition to "Mr. Scratch" and "Juditya's Emissary", the BAU led by him has almost no defeat, and now it seems that there is another hateful "Heart Snatcher"!

Hodge eased his senses and clicked on the next file, ready to continue his work.

Suddenly, Hodge stopped his sliding fingers. His aging fingers touched the bright white screen, and an Asian photo floated slowly underneath.

Hodge felt a sense of familiarity welling up in his mind.

I must have seen this Asian somewhere!

Hodge slowly flipped down to look at the data.

Alan Shepherd... From Berkeley, California... No criminal record... Attending high school in Mekbailey...

Mekbailey!

Hodge shuddered. The name has been firmly imprinted in his mind, and it should not be erased in this life.

Hodge suddenly remembered where this familiarity came from, and sure enough, he had seen this Alan Mu.

Messenger of Juditia ... Anderson... Friend... Surveillance...

The memory gradually became clearer. It's like it happened yesterday.

Hodge quickly flipped through Alan Mu's profile.

He quickly pulled his phone out of his coat pocket and dialed Garcia's number.

"Garcia, I need you to help me search for information about Alan Mu. I mean, all the information!"

Hodge's eager voice reminded Garcia of his urgency, like a cheetah that had been hungry for a week saw a weak goat.

Everything seems so vague.

Hodge didn't know why he was so nervous, or why he was so eager to get to know Alan Mu, but his instincts told him that the Asian in the photo in front of him was a key. As unpredictable as this feeling of heaviness could be, Hodge decided to listen to the sixth sense of the most trusted cop he knew best.

Garcia didn't keep Hodge waiting.

Hodge's iPad soon had all sorts of material about Alan Mu.

Hodge printed them all out and spread them out on the conference table in an orderly manner.

Ink-scented paper is more capable of helping Hodge than cold electronic documents.

Hodge's eyes narrowed slightly, exuding an inexplicable majesty. His eyes were moving rapidly, processing the information in his brain like a machine.

Parade... Gunshot... Emergency room...

The Devil of Christmas Eve ... Illation... Help... Hostage... Death...

Hodge's pupils contracted violently.

Ha!

Hodge's heart was whistling wildly.

Was it really what I thought it would be? Hodge's breathing intensified.

There is no evidence.

The fire in his eyes went out for a moment, and some of them burned violently.

This is the first time in so many days that a clue has appeared. Even though the clue seemed so crazy to everyone, Hodge decided to hold on to it.

(Criminal minds are really getting less and less pretty...) Hodge is gone... Morgan is gone... Now Rhett looks to be showing signs of going away ... I really don't like the two new detectives... ）