Half a year ago, before Alex was suddenly involved in a car accident, after careful planning, he planned this textbook classic series of bombings.

After testing the adhesion strength and drying time, Alex selected a brand of glue. Then I went to New York and made three parcel bombs.

In the middle of the night, three street mailboxes were randomly selected. Using the tool to open the cover of the mailbox, Alex glued the glued parcel bomb to the top of the mailbox.

This is a blind spot, the delivery port of the mailbox is in the upper part of the mailbox body, and the pickup port is at the bottom of the mailbox. The postal staff will only open the small pick-up slot, go in behind him and take out all the mail on the bottom plate of the mailbox.

No one would stick their head in to see if there was anything on the top, and the size of the pickup slot made it impossible to get in.

As the days passed, Alex's plan began to take effect. Under the wind and sun, the glue of the parcel slowly dried up, and the adhesion became worse and worse.

One day, under the weight of the parcel itself and the force of gravity, the parcel fell off and landed on the bottom plate of the mailbox, where it was picked up and sent out by the postal staff who came to pick it up the next day.

This point, through the test of glue residue on the top of the three mailboxes found by the field staff of the FBI New York Branch, plus the glue test on the fragments of the parcel found here, has been confirmed to be the same as a bottle of glue in Alex's house.

The second piece of evidence, of course, is the existence of the rare sailor's knot, the butterfly rope coil.

This was Alex's hobby and pride, and it became his habit later. The F.B.I. has found many photographs in commemorative albums of the Navy in which he served as a professor of butterfly ropes to his teammates.

It can be said that if it weren't for this car accident, Alex would have disposed of all the glue in the house. At that time, Wang Lei will not be able to solve this case with one more head.

"When you stare into the abyss, the abyss is staring at you, and that's called cause and effect." Looking at Alex, who was lying on the bed and didn't know anything, his face was so calm, Wang Lei shook his head and said this.

Cause and effect were circular, and 10 days later, the F.B.I. branch called Coleman, who came to the door according to the instructions of Quantico Jennifer.

"Sam's Son" - David? Berkwitz, a well-known serial killer, wields a 44-caliber "Bulldog" revolver.

When it comes to being famous, Berkwitz is not your average famous. From 1976 to 1977, for more than a year, New York, an international metropolis, was in a panic because of his existence.

"Starting a week ago, to this day, three people have been shot dead on the streets of New York, and they need your help in profiling the killer's characteristics. Yes, if the murderer kills a few more people, it will be similar to Sam's son back then. Coleman finished and took a sip of his coffee.

At the same time, Quantico, Jennifer hung up the phone and knocked on Robert's office door: "Wang Lei promised to go over immediately, but, Michelle over there in New York? Kang Lin is a woman who is not easy to deal with. ”

Shrugged indifferently, Robert smiled and said, "It's okay, maybe there will be a little spark between Wang Lei and Michelle." Besides, Michelle is very beautiful, which is the biggest advantage of you women. ”

At an altitude of 30,000 feet, Wang Lei looked at the white clouds outside the porthole and remained motionless. Yang Qian and Julie were chatting about whether it was a premeditated or random killing, and even Coleman joined in.

As the trio had a lively discussion, Boeing landed at New York International Airport. Drawing on some previous experience, this time, everyone called Boeing to travel, and drove the two SUVs directly into Boeing's specially modified cargo hold, so that after arriving at the destination, everyone was much more convenient.

Directly from the cabin to the cargo hold, Julie and Wang Lei were in one car, and Cowman and Yang Qian were in one car, and they drove straight out of the cabin.

In the New York branch of the FBI, a well-proportioned woman in a black suit and skirt walked to the office in the middle of the room and asked the young agent who was following closely behind him with a notebook in his hand: "Is there anyone from Los Angeles?" ”

Looking down at the record book in his hand, the young detective reported: "Their plane has landed, and it is estimated that it will be there soon." ”

Stopping, the woman in the skirt frowned and looked at the vast office area overcrowded, very dissatisfied: "How can there be so many people?" ”

almost bumped into the female boss, and the young detective broke out in a cold sweat on his back: "People from the police stations in three blocks are here, so there are a lot of people today." ”

The young detectives were arranged to call the sergeants of the three substations, and the woman was just about to enter her office, when at the end of her vision, two men and two women turned the corridor and walked over.

The person at the front she knew, Coleman, the head of the FBI's Los Angeles division, was at the same level as herself, so she simply turned around to greet her, and the two sides met in the middle of the office area.

Coleman stretched out his hand and shook the woman opposite: "Michelle, long time no see, I have to thank you for your help last time, come, let me introduce you." ”

Michelle's gaze stayed on Wang Lei for an extra second, this is the profiler recommended by Jennifer. It's not good, how can you be so obese and can you run?

This is Michelle's first impression of Wang Lei. The other two women, Michelle just nodded lightly, she didn't like women who were prettier than herself, and those who were familiar with her knew it.

In Michelle's office, Wang Lei and his entourage also met with the sheriff of the substation where the three crimes occurred. However, none of them had a chance to speak, and Michelle made arrangements directly.

"There are too many people, let the police from your substation go back some. In fact, they helped us more than they did in my office, both at the police station and on the street. "Jennifer is right, Michelle is very strong.

Wang Lei frowned, this attitude is not good for cooperation. Coleman gave him a look, the fat man's temper Coleman knew very well, he ate soft and not hard, but he owed Michelle a favor, so he could only endure it.

The three sheriffs were helpless, and one by one they sulked and went out to call their officers home, waiting for their phone call to decide on the next course of action.

After arranging to let herself look at the upset policemen, Michelle smiled at everyone: "If you have any needs, just say, I will let people fully cooperate." ”

"All the case files are given to us, and in one of our offices, a case analysis board is sufficient." Wang Lei doesn't want to sit here stupidly anymore.

"What about the police surveillance system? We need to get into their system. "According to the discussion on the plane, Julie is in charge of the division of labor.

It wasn't Coleman who spoke, but Michelle's smart eyes rolled: "You guys use my office." The police surveillance system is poor and can only be used barely. You can work in the information center outside, and I'll give you a line to get into. ”

The first meeting between the two sides was quite ordinary, and Michelle went out to call the young detective who had followed him all the way just now, and told Wang Lei their requirements and asked the poor part-time secretary to implement them immediately.

"May I participate in your profiles, I'm very curious about this aspect, and if you find anything, I want you to report it to me immediately." Michelle made an unexpected request, which made Coleman stunned, he looked at Wang Lei, the fat man nodded slightly, and then sat in Michelle's place.

This chair is really comfortable, and Wang Lei is very proud. When he entered the door, he found that Michelle's chair seemed to be very special, and since Michelle's resources were contributed to the office, the fat man would definitely not be polite to her.

Michelle is gone, and the guest occupies the host's place, where to start. So, ten minutes after meeting, Michelle's impression score of the fat man dropped sharply, approaching the edge of the passing score.

After arranging his own officers, the three sergeants also walked in. Michelle introduces the identity of the individual, then leaves in a hurry, taking Julie to the intelligence information center.

Permission is required to enter there, and it is not that the young detective just now can push the door open at will. The part-time secretary is carrying a large pile of files here.

David? Beronards is the shortest, fattest, and oldest of the three sheriffs, but because of his experience, the New York Police Department has a lot of reputation, which also makes the other two sheriffs respect him and are willing to take him as the leader.

Borenaz pouted at the door: "This woman is too good and strong, be careful of suffering a big loss that day." Coleman, are you FBI short-staffed? How can a woman be the supervisor? ”

Unscrupulously slandered the director of the New York branch in front of FBI agents, Borenards really has no psychological pressure, he should get a pension in only 2 years, what can the FBI do to him.

Julie turned her back and covered her mouth and chuckled, she thought that Boreonards was not bad, at least much more direct, and easier to deal with than Michelle's majestic appearance.

The four of them came from Los Angeles, and they came to help the New York branch, so it stands to reason that Michelle should be warm, not like her own subordinates.

David? Francisco was the youngest, at the age of 27, to become the chief of police at the precinct, and his first entry into the police station was Breonards.

Looking at his old boss, Francis rubbed his temples, you said that you are on other people's turf, and you still need help from others, what does it matter if you say a few words, don't you know that this case is the most stressful of our New York police at the moment?

Affectionately hugging the shoulders of the old boss, Francis smiled apologetically at Coleman, and whispered: "Brenards, you are careful to offend that woman, she deliberately suppressed the news and did not give it to us." ”

This is rare, but it cannot be said that there are none. At least Michelle used his power to drag on for a few hours without a big problem, and Brennaz shrunk his neck and took the initiative to brief everyone in the past.