At the end of the hearing, the case was assigned, but Brooklyn's face was ugly. On the way home, Ray looked at Brooklyn, who had always kept a straight face, feeling a little inexplicable.

The defendant's own choice, why is Brooklyn so angry? Ray couldn't figure it out.

The stubbornness of the defendant was infuriating, but they had seen it even more infuriating, how could Brooklyn, as a judge, bring such strong emotions into his work?

But thinking of the tremendous pressure brought by Ovis, Ray was somewhat relieved about Brooklyn's performance. Since he returned to New York, Brooklyn has hardly had any time off and has been busy with various things, and for a long time, Brooklyn has been calm and calm, and perhaps today is just a catharsis for his emotions.

"Firefox Bar has an event this weekend, do you want to go?" Thinking so, Ray asked. Brooklyn was still immersed in the regret of the broken friendship of the original defendant, and was blinded by Ray's sudden suggestion.

He turned his head to look at Ray with a puzzled face, wondering what Ray wanted to do when he suddenly proposed to go to the bar for the event.

"You're either at home or working during the holidays, and you have to relax once in a while." Ray said as a matter of course.

"Anne and I have regular appointments every weekend." Brooklyn shook her head and refused.

"If you need help from a friend to meet a girl at a bar, you can go to David, he's good at it. I heard that he was involved in this kind of task when he was a patrol officer, and he did it very well. Ray shrugged his shoulders and wisely chose to shut up, after all, gesturing a zipper on his lips.

He felt that he was just worrying about it, and he was not comfortable in rushing to find it. ………… David Rossi finally finished reading the thick material.

Mr. and Mrs. Bert were ordinary federal citizens. They used to live in a middle-class neighborhood called Repton in Brooklyn, where they were very popular and had a good time with their neighbors.

Both men have serious jobs, are not exposed to criminal activities, and they do not even have a single criminal record, making them exemplary citizens.

This year, Mrs. Bert and Mr. Bert resigned from the company and moved to Bronxville. This was something that David Rossi cared about a lot.

Because normal people will not suddenly move out of the community where they have lived for more than ten years, and have familiar neighbors, they will go dozens of kilometers away.

There are neighbors in the community, there are friends in them. Leaving the social circle rashly is suspicious.

But then David Rossi saw their income records and his suspicions were dispelled. After moving out of the Repton neighborhood to Bronxville, the Berts' income increased by nearly seventy percent.

If it were him, he would have moved away. And judging by the records, the couple had long had plans to move, and they began looking for jobs elsewhere half a year before they moved.

Thinking about it, David Rossi poured a cup of coffee and walked into the conference room. David Portman was still busy in the conference room when he heard someone come in, looked up and said hello, his eyes lingering on the coffee cup in David Rossi's hand for a moment, and twitched the corners of his mouth.

"If I were you, I'd go get a glass of water." David Rossi paused as he spoke

"Thank you, but I love coffee." As he spoke, he put the cup of coffee in his mouth.

"No, you won't like it." David Portman complained. As he spoke, David Rossi had already taken a sip of coffee.

The bitter taste spreads quickly through the mouth, and after about a second or two, the sour taste begins to appear, then quickly spreads and intensifies, changing to the bitter taste, followed by a strange smell, a foul smell, and finally an earthy smell.

After all the flavors were over, the bitter, sour, and peculiar smells mixed together, exploded in David Rossi's mouth, burst out violently, and constantly hit his taste buds.

David Rossi's whole face was wrinkled. I don't know when the members of BAU have arrived one after another.

After the pleasantries, Spencer leaned over to David Rossi and took a look

"You're brave." Hooch glanced at the coffee on David Rossi's lips

"I forgot to tell you, NYPD coffee is notoriously unpalatable, the worst we've ever drunk at all police stations." JJ nodded as well

"We're still speculating about where NYPD's back-office procurement department got this bad coffee." David Rossi swallowed the liquid in his mouth and immediately threw it into the trash with the cup.

"Thank you for the reminder, I hope it will be sooner next time." David Portman shrugged. After the joke, everyone became serious and began to share their experiences.

Soon, a preliminary portrait of the killer took shape.

"The murderer was male, about thirty to forty-five years old, with a strong body." David Rossi said. This is the conclusion he has already reached from the first time based on the eucalyptus scene.

Men and women may be stabbed with knives, but it is generally not women who stab the victim multiple times in the body.

A stab with a knife is symbolic. Not long ago, Huo Qi had just experienced it. Generally speaking, in the case of aimless murder, the stabbing murderer may be x incompetent.

Murder is a manifestation of the murderer's own power, and controlling the victim can further demonstrate the murderer's own strong power, and the murderer may highlight his own defects according to the way of committing the murder, such as the incompetent person likes to use stabs, the weak person likes to use drugs, and the bullied person likes to abuse...... Ben Yu preliminarily confirmed that the murderer was for revenge, and the stabbing was a kind of emotional catharsis.

But there are many ways to vent your emotions, you can dismantle them, you can chop them up and feed them to your dog, or you can even pee and poop...... Humiliation, even if it may leave DNA or lack of time to arrange, there are still many ways to vent, why choose to stab?

"The killer or a loved one of the killer may have been violated." Morgan added

"The assault may be related to the Bert family."

"The murderer is well-educated, has strong executive skills, is good at disguise, and has strong anti-reconnaissance capabilities. There may be or has been a background in the military. Emily continued.

This is speculation based on the perfection of the murderer's aftermath work.

"The killer was an acquaintance of the Bert family, not a native of Bronxville. It is likely that the Berts met while they were in New York. David Rossi said suddenly.

While everyone was still talking, David Portman's phone rang suddenly. After answering, David Portman slapped his face and announced

"Guys, the results of the trace test are out." According to the results of the preliminary investigation by the police, the murderer was very cautious and did not leave any traces of DNA, footprints, fingerprints and other traces at the scene.

The only trace left at the scene of the killer was a knife wound. The knife wounds cut on the victim's torso were left after death, and a series of clues such as the shape of the knife, the sharpness, the angle and force of the stab, and the force habit were well preserved.

The incision in the neck is a good indication of how strong the murderer really was.

"The killer used an M9 bayonet." David Portman recounted the test results, confirming Emily's suspicions.

The M9 bayonet is a battlefield multi-purpose knife configured by the Federal Army, with a blade length of 177.8 mm. Cutting the neck with such a knife, I have to say that the murderer's strength is very great.

According to the cutting marks, the murderer subconsciously avoided cutting directly, but cut along the bone seam, which shows that the murderer had some experience in dissection, or at least had some experience in cutting the neck.

"The killer used a sheet to cover up the murder to avoid blood splattering, so, unfortunately, we don't have any more clues." David Portman finished retelling the trace report, spread his hands, and said regretfully.

"This is not the first time the murderer has committed murder." Huo Qi suddenly interjected. If it's the first time to commit a crime, no matter how well planned it is, there will inevitably be unexpected situations, and unexpected situations will leave the newbie scrambling and leaving more clues.

Even if a novice is in a stable state of mind and calm, it is difficult for him to think of using a sheet to cover his neck with such a proper way that the blood is completely confined to the bed, leaving no trace on the floor or wall.

The crowd fell silent again. They looked at the front of the whiteboard, lined with profiles, which were the information they had just summarized.

Male, between the ages of thirty and forty-five, who has or has served in the military, is able-bodied, has family or friends who have been abused in connection with the Bert family, and who are known to the Bert family in New York.

It looks detailed, but it's not very useful. With the degree of freedom of the Federation, whether a person disappears or moves away may not be concluded until a hundred years from now, and in the same way, a person who has been violated may not be known until he dies.

New York is so big, and the Bert family knows so many people, there is no way to find out. What's worse is that if the murderer only had a grudge against the Bert family, and now that the Bert family is dead, the murderer may not commit murder again.

They don't have a chance to catch the murderer at all! David Portman frowned, staring at the whiteboard behind the portrait and feeling a little weird.

"That's not right." He said. Seeing that the man of Bau looked at him, David Portman organized his language a little and spoke

"If the Bert family is not the murderer of the murderer's relatives, why did he find the Bert family?"

"Because the Bert family witnessed the assault happening with their own eyes, but didn't stop it?"

"It's unlikely."

"If the Bert family is the murderer of the murderer's relatives......" David Portman's partner Pol has a bright eye.

"I'm going to get the car ready!" With that, he rushed straight out of the conference room. Pol and David have been partnering for a long time, and they already have a high tacit understanding.

David Portman had just started up, and he already understood. If the Bert family is the murderer of the murderer's relatives, they can trace the murder backwards to the murderer from the investigation of the violation.

David Rossi looked at the flickering door and shook his head

"But the murderer didn't have to kill little Bert. Little Bert couldn't have been a murderer. "David Rossi has a point, but now they have no direction to investigate, and they can't sit here and pray that the murderer can't help but commit another crime.

So a consensus was quickly reached. Hodge led a team to Bronxville to investigate, while David Portman took his 'brothers with the same name' to the Repton neighborhood to investigate.

Perhaps because of the namesake — the name David is a rarity in modern times — the two Davids talk speculatively.

Then David Portman asked about Hooch.

"He looks a little haggard." David Portman said. David Rossi nodded, but didn't say much to explain why.

David Portman turned to the familiar JJ.

"While Hooch was tracking down a serial killer, his family was kidnapped by the serial killer and his wife was killed." It's not a secret, and if David Portman wants to know, it's easy to know.

Given that the two sides had a good time working together in the past — the NYPD is one of the few local police forces that didn't mess with you — even though they didn't work together well last time — Hodge and David Portman were friends, JJ explained it briefly.

Huo Qi himself was almost stabbed to death by a serial killer, his wife was killed, and if he hadn't shown up in time, his son would have been killed.

After a series of blows, the FBI top brass even hinted at Hooch's retirement and attempted to disband BAU again.

Huo Qi is exhausted in the face of internal and external pressures and great changes in his life. After listening to JJ's story, David Portman fell silent.

"JJ—" In the silence, a deliberately muffled shout came from the headphones.

"You're using a public channel, JJ!" Garcia, who stayed at the headquarters to provide remote technical support, reminded in a hoarse voice.

David Portman looked back at JJ with a strange look and asked uncertainly

"Does your public channel mean that the whole group can hear it?"

“ohmygod！” Before JJ could reply, Garcia's exclamation was heard in the headphones, followed by a crackling sound as if something had been knocked to the ground.

The next moment, the chaotic sound came to an abrupt end.

"I hope not." JJ awkwardly takes off his headphones. David Portman was equally embarrassed. After all, he was gossiping about Huo Qi here, and as a result, he was broadcast live.

After a while, David Portman adjusted the police channel and connected to the car bound for Bronxville.

"I'm sorry." David Portman sincerely apologized. After a rustling murmur, Hooch's response was heard.

"It's okay."

"When the eucalyptus breaks, please go to the Old Gun Bar." David Portman said.

"Hmm." Huo Qi let out a dull hum, and the call ended. An awkward and silent atmosphere began to fill the car.

The good thing is that the community is right in front of you. David Portman breathed a sigh of relief, opened the door and got out of the car as soon as it stopped, and walked towards the community.

He didn't want to stay for a minute in this cramped and eccentric car. He had even planned that if nothing came out of the investigation later, he would not go back to headquarters with Bol and the others, and would go directly to them in Brooklyn from here.