People always feel happy when they are close to happiness, but they suffer from gains and losses when happiness is in progress.

It's just that what Red didn't expect was that he, Hodge, and Morgan walked into the Los Angeles Police Department, met the sheriff who was doing the contact work, and learned that there was another shooting at noon. Then he saw a photo of Liu Fanxu on the case board prepared for them at the police station, which was an enlarged version of the screenshot from the camera's footage, wearing a knee-length dress, and the expression on her face was a moment of froze smile. Red stared at the board in disbelief, his mind blank, praying in fear yesterday that nothing like this would happen.

"I can't do it, I can't think." Red got up from his seat in a panic, stumbled and almost fell, his beautiful brown eyes were dull at this time, his eyes were red as if they were about to bleed, and his voice trembled and pleaded, "Please, help me, I can't think for more than four seconds now, I can't concentrate on finding her, please help me find her." ”。 Both Hodge and Morgan looked at him, their faces heavy and sad. Hodge was silent for a moment, then said, "Red, you can't lose your cool, Aga needs you." We will do our best, but we can't do without your help. Hodge quickly walked over to the table and flipped through the map "This person seems to appear out of thin air, we have to calculate the geotag, no one is better at this than you, so, Red, calm down, for the sake of Aga." Red moved his lips, tears twitching in his eyes, sliding down the corners of his eyes, "Why, why, why Agha, why didn't I even call her today, why didn't I send her a text message." He kept muttering, his voice getting sharper and higher-pitched, and finally there was a scream, a cry of despair, and he clenched the whiteboard marker in his hand, and raised his hands to cover his eyes, as if only then could he breathe.

Morgan walked quickly behind Rhett and put his hands on his shoulders, "Rhett, don't do this, calm down." Red covered his eyes and hunched over, Morgan blinked his reddened eyes and reassured, "I know this time is different, we haven't found anything, if it weren't for those cases that really happened, if it wasn't for Aga being kidnapped, we wouldn't even believe that there really is such a murderer, but as long as it is a murder, it will leave traces, no matter how perfectly he hides, we must find clues." Morgan looked up at Hodge, "Hey, Hodge, this thing is really weird, I've never seen a profile like this." It's strange that all we can find are archives, only archives, and no one really remembers him. It was as if someone had erased all the memories of those who came into contact with him. Yes, the elementary school where the suspect graduated can be found to be in New Mexico, but no one in the school, whether it is teachers, staff or classmates, remembers him, and if it is not for the student record, none of them believe that there was this person in this school. In the school file, the parents column is blank, I don't understand how such a registration form can be allowed to be put in the file, well, we can't be sure of the identity of his parents now, he may just be an orphan. The suspect was not recorded from the age of 11 to 17, and the period of seven years was blank. At the age of eighteen, he suddenly appeared in New Mexico, working for a cleaning company, with no other residence but a staff dormitory, and the same situation as in elementary school, with only files and no one remembering him. He had no social insurance, worked as a blue-collar worker at the bottom of society, lived in poverty, had no parents, no wife, no children, no brothers, no sisters, no relatives, no friends, no colleagues, until he quit his job at the age of 31. Back to the first shooting, it was from that time. He didn't disappear completely this time, as he had done before, and he began to travel from state to state, committing consecutive crimes on a yearly basis, shooting and killing office clerks. But because it was a cross-state crime, it was only now that it was discovered that the same person committed the crime. What are we missing? ”

"Perhaps," Hodge said abruptly, standing up and walking over to the board, pointing to the enlarged photo of the suspect on the board, "we were wrong in the first place. We shouldn't think that knowing the portrait of the suspect can easily arrest him, we are all too impatient. Now, let's go back to the www.biquge.info of the Pen Fun Pavilion, starting from the beginning, as if we didn't know who the murderer was, Red, Morgan, let's sort it out step by step. Hodge turned his back to the billboard and continued, "It's been twelve hours since the last crime, and there is no news of the suspect's vehicle at the blocked road checkpoint and street surveillance, and he knows the road conditions here very well and chooses to avoid the monitors, so he has lived here for a long time, or he hasn't left at all." Hodge raised his hand and patted the monitor, Morgan turned sideways, and then Hodge's words continued: "He is not worried about being caught by the camera when he committed the crime, nor is he worried about the vehicles in the parking lot being filmed, he has long known that we will not be able to find him from his appearance and car." After committing the crime, he chose to deliberately avoid the camera's escape route, indicating that he committed the crime in a planned manner. ”

Red hung his head and forced himself to calm down, took a few deep breaths, knelt on the unfolded map, and marked it according to Hodge and Morgan's ideas, and after a while, he frowned and said, "The time between the incident and the blockade of the road is not more than an hour, I have calculated that all the roads around the Los Angeles Times building can be used to pass the Guò small car Chevrolet, even if he takes the shortest driving route, he will not be able to pass the Guò checkpoint without being detected, so he must still be hiding in this area." Red spoke very quickly as he took a whiteboard marker and circled a 20-centimeter radius on the map with the Los Angeles Times building as the origin, "Marked in blue are all possible escape routes that can bypass the monitors, and thirty area points marked in yellow are where he may hide vehicles in these escape routes." Considering that the suspect had not been found for twelve hours, and that he must have a permanent settlement in this area where he could hide himself for a long time without being detected by us, I marked four possible areas in red. Agha's phone was not found at the scene of the crime, maybe it was still on her, but I called many times, but it was not in the service area. If it weren't for the fact that the murderer's eyes were red, and he resisted to keep his voice from sounding too vibrato, "the murderer found his phone, destroyed or lost it on the road, or the place where they were at this time happened to be an area with poor signal coverage. Two of the four red possible areas I've marked out match them, and one of those two areas must be where the suspect is hiding. ”

"Rhett, both areas are dense mountain forests." The expression on Morgan's face was complicated, with sympathy, with anger, with powerless hesitation, he rubbed his head hard, suppressed another speculation in his throat, he looked at Hodge and asked for advice, "Hodge, what do you think?" Hodge's face was almost iron-blue, he raised his hand and rubbed the corners of his forehead, closed his eyes and thought for a moment, then raised his head and said affirmatively, "I trust Red's judgment, this is the only clue we have." It could also be Agha's last chance to survive, Rhett's eyes were moist, and he forced himself to keep his eyes open so that tears would not fall from his eyes, and he kept telling himself that it was not the time to be sad and sad, that his Aga was still alive, that he must still be alive, that she was waiting for him to save her, that he had to find her.

The car drove long on the winding mountain road until the road ahead of them was covered with bushes. The middle-aged man had to stop the car, he patted the steering wheel vigorously with both hands, the fat on his face twitched, with sweat stains, his eyes were slightly convex, his expression was particularly hideous, he yelled at her irritably, "Now, get out of the car!" She twisted her head, avoiding the spit coming out of his mouth, pushed the door hard, kicked her foot, and jumped out of the car. The ground is completely covered by bushes, and the foot feeling is very poor, and if you are not careful, you will step into the dirt pit and hurt your ankle. She looked down slightly at her ankles, and sure enough, they were already submerged in the grass, and raised her wand between her fingers, the skin on her legs no longer tingled, and the touch between the soles of her feet and the ground was much softer and smoother. This is a secret trick passed down by the Mentor, and it is very useful for them who often go out and forth in the depths of the forest.

Squinting at the middle-aged man who was only one step away from her, leading the way in front of him, he was walking forward with a deep foot and a shallow foot, and the figure was a wolf. Liu Fanxu raised her hand to support her somewhat messy hair, and her eyes looked around at the surrounding trees, which reminded her of the time when she was at Hogwarts, every time she and her mentor went in and out of the Forbidden Forest to pick rare medicinal herbs. Sometimes late in the evening, sometimes late at night, sometimes early in the morning, they tracked the extremely rare potion materials according to the moon watch, and she followed the big and fast pace of her mentor, who always seemed a little struggling because of the difference in height, but she never complained. Because at that time, she longed for her mentor's approval on potion, even if it was just to keep up with the pace before picking potions.

They bypassed the formidable centaur habitats, avoided the nests of the six-eyed spiders, and explored deeper into the Forbidden Forest. From clumsiness at first to skillfulness later, only later on, no matter how fast she could stride, she would choose to avoid half a step and follow behind her mentor. Not only did she give him respect as a mentor, but more importantly, under the night, the moonlight sprinkled on him sporadically through the dense branches, and she followed behind him, looking at the resolute back of the mentor and his figure moving forward without hesitation, it always made her feel that no matter how many unknown haze and fear there were in the darkness ahead, she could be fearless.

Until there was no longer a mentor in front of her, until she was left alone no matter how frightened, until she staggered to learn to complete the exploration that once belonged to two people. She became a strong man as she and her mentor had hoped. It's just that, in every midnight dream, she still misses the young figure who faltered, she stretched out her little hand nervously, holding the teacher's fluttering robe, and followed the tall and straight back closely in a dark forest.