The big head, named Nick Stokes, is also Russell's subordinate, with a square face and a muscular physique, giving the first impression of a rugby player more than a researcher doing research in a laboratory.

Several people followed him and hurried to the back garden of the villa, where a middle-aged female researcher was waiting, and Jack also knew her, Sarah Seidl, an ordinary-looking, but extremely intelligent genius.

It may be a little worse than a genius of Rhett's level, but it is definitely the best among ordinary people.

At her feet was a freshly opened carpet, completely soaked in blood, revealing the body of a young woman that had been wrapped inside.

"This is the babysitter Sherby Bryce?" After another brief introduction, Jack said hello, put on his gloves, and examined the corpse on the ground.

This is a young girl with amazing beauty, at most twenty-five or sixteen years old, not only has a supermodel body that can go to Victoria's Secret, but also has exquisite facial features.

Looking at this face, which is three points similar to Gal Gadot, Jack couldn't help muttering in his heart, is it necessary to do a job like a nanny with this figure? How much does this rich family have to pay an annual salary to hire a beauty of this level?

There was no need for a detailed autopsy, the fatal wounds were clear at a glance, there were two deep knife wounds on the front chest and upper back of the back, and the murder weapon should have been an antique long dagger with a double-edged opening.

The reason why Jack is so sure is because the murder weapon is lying at the feet of the deceased at the moment, and there is a note on it that reads "Hubble in my hand" written in blood.

In addition, the fingernails of the corpse's hands were very clean, there were no obvious skin debris left by scratching, and there were no particularly typical defensive injuries elsewhere, indicating that the attack on the deceased was very sudden, and it is likely that the first knife made her lose the ability to resist.

But when Jack opened the deceased's lower lip, he found a wound on the inside.

"Is this a canker sore?"

"No, someone must have covered her mouth so hard that her lips and teeth were squeezed." Sarah Seidel said from the sidelines.

"This is consistent with your previous speculation about the murderer's killing stance." Russell's words made several researchers look at Jack slightly.

"You guys immediately send the body to the lab, and while Dr. Robbins may not be able to do an in-depth autopsy, fingerprint and blood group testing should be able to verify some of our suspicions."

Dr. Robbins in Russell's mouth should be the senior forensic doctor at the institute.

Seeing that the body was carried onto the car on a stretcher, Russell beckoned to Jack, "Jack, are you going to the police station with me?" The victim's father, TC Riodan, was invited to the police station by Inspector Bryce. ”

Jack thought about it, working at BAU, on-site exploration is his own job, but there are a lot of experts here, and he can only say that he is not timid.

And now that the power is out in the laboratory, the researchers are using eighteen kinds of martial arts, using the most primitive methods to test the evidence, and going there themselves will not help much.

Even if it is compared to junior high and high school chemistry, he is far from being the opponent of these researchers who have been in the laboratory for half his life, and there is no need to challenge other people's majors with his own interests.

Follow Russell to the police station to participate in the conversation and interrogation work to give full play to his strengths, at least micro-expression analysis, behavior analysis, even if he is inexperienced, and there are no friends around to help make up for it.

"Of course, why don't I drive with you." Jack offered to extend the invitation.

Russell happily sat in the co-pilot of the Firebird, looked at the interior of the Firebird, and when the engine started, the dull and powerful roar made him subconsciously check whether his seat belt was fastened.

"Your FBI salary has gone up?"

"No, the annual salary of a trainee agent is not even as much as that of LAPD, I just compare my luck. Forehead. I don't know how to describe it. ”

Knowing that he was talking about the expensive modification fee of the car, Jack probably recounted the plane crash he encountered, and there was no need to say some things about the IRS, but the compensation from the airline was easier to explain.

The journey to the police station was not too far, and half an hour was just enough for Jack to selectively recount his desert island adventures, and Russell opened his mouth after listening to it, not knowing how to evaluate his luck for a while.

Arriving at the Las Vegas police station, the two meet the stocky old man again, Inspector James Bryce.

The latter angrily threw a thick pile of materials on the table in front of the two of them.

"I think the whole thing is a hoax, TC Riordan killed the poor babysitter, and the child is just collateral damage."

Russell quickly flipped through the information, handed it to Jack, then gestured to Inspector Bryce, took the phone and casually found a conference room and walked in.

Jack quickly flipped through the information, and his mind was filled with the same thoughts as the old detective, this father named TC Riordan was indeed very suspicious.

It didn't take long for Russell to poke his head out of the conference room and beckoned to the two, "Let's summarize the existing information and context first, and then we can have a good talk with this rich man." ”

The three of them sat down in the conference room, and Russell listed the clues and information that CSI had now, some of which matched what Jack had seen and made, and some of which he didn't know.

"Let's start with the crime scene, first of all, Jack's judgment is completely consistent with what we did, there are at least two murderers, and there is a high suspicion that they are insiders, and the modus operandi is very rough, not professionals."

"Then, we found blood fingerprints on the headboard, suspicious drug crystals remaining on the side of the bed, and some unidentified metal debris on the bed."

"Nick and Sarah carefully inspected all the entrances and exits of the villa, including the windows, and found no signs of vandalism, which further proves the possibility that the killer was an insider.

They also found something suspicious in a room on the first floor, which was filled with candles and a few drops of blood on the table, as if some kind of secret ritual had been performed. ”

"Finally, we just found the body of the nanny, we can't do a further autopsy because of the power outage, but the cause of death and the murder weapon can be determined for the time being, and of course, there is a bloody note."

"Here's some of the information that our researchers have been able to get with rudimentary tools.

Although DNA testing was not possible, researchers used laboratory tests to confirm the blood types of several individuals, with the missing boy Hubble having a band-aid with a blood type O, which is consistent with his father's, and the nanny's blood type being type AB. ”

"All the blood samples collected in the children's bedroom were type AB, and the drug crystals found at the bedside were confirmed to be chloramine tung (an anesthetic used to relieve pain and also to treat depression), so the murderer's modus operandi has been fully revealed."

Seeing that Inspector Bryce was a little dizzy to hear, Jack organized his language a little and explained.

"The killer entered the villa through normal means, or was in the villa himself, so he did not alarm the security alarm device, and then quietly entered the children's bedroom, covered the mouth of the nanny who was beside the bed, and stabbed her to death.

The killer then injected the sleeping Hubble with chloramine, quietly took away the bodies of the boy and the babysitter, and finally abandoned the bodies in the back garden, leaving a bloody note. ”

After speaking, he looked at Russell, "Let me guess, this family's medicine box, there should be chloramine tung, right?" ”

(End of chapter)