As an old driver who has read countless films, Jack didn't expect to have a day of watching movies and vomiting.

Red and Rossi were in charge of checking all the paper materials, and the rope ties and sadistic sketches that Jill Moss had originally faxed to Rossi were just the tip of the iceberg.

If the content on the materials at the beginning can still be used for S&M or some niche hobbies, then the content after that is not quite like that.

For example, Rhett previously found a drawing detailing how to make an electric shocker, from the structure to the circuit diagram, which is quite detailed.

With Jack's current skill level, it would take him about a day to procure enough materials and assemble them.

The stunner is cleverly conceived, with adjustable voltage, the lowest power can inflict constant torment, and the highest power is turned up to the highest enough to knock out a strong adult male in an instant.

And the reason why Jack watched the film and vomited was because in addition to those paper materials, there were a lot of videotapes and toys that needed to be identified.

A TV, an old-fashioned DVD player, a big pot of coffee, Jack is like a pervert, in a small room with red eyes and two days of astringent video, most of which are still super heavy.

And it's definitely not enough to just look at it, he also has to identify whether the content in the video is true or false, which are regular publications, which are underground publications, and which may have been filmed by the murderer himself.

As for the sadistic toys, Jack couldn't find even a single fingerprint, and the suspect cleaned them up with a disinfectant with strong oxidizing properties, and damn OCD sufferers usually have some cleanliness habits to a greater or lesser extent.

"It looks like we're probably doing it for nothing."

Jack left his little dark room and walked into the conference room where Red and Rossi were, and as he spoke, he took the coffee cup from Red's hand, and poured the remaining half of the black coffee into the sink under the latter's reluctant gaze.

Unlike Jack, who was almost brought crooked by the astringent video with his surname fetish, these two days can be regarded as Red's happy time, and analyzing text and data is his favorite.

Because he was in a hurry, Jack didn't forbid him to drink coffee, and the large amount of caffeine intake made his genius brain simply high.

Over two days, the trio rummaged through all the boxes, but did not find any conclusive evidence that the owner of the material had ever put his fantasies into practice.

Rosie took off her reading glasses and rubbed the bridge of her nose tiredly.

"We can only confirm that this guy is a pervert, but the fantasy is not a crime, there is no corpse and no conclusive evidence of murder, it seems that I can only go and say goodbye to Agent Jill Moss."

Jack reached for a wad of manuscript paper from Red's hand, frowning at the brick-kiln-like drawing.

"What is this?"

"Crematorium, pretty nice design, this guy even thinks about thermal cycling." Rhett's eyebrow fluttering expression made Jack feel sick, and he slapped the manuscript paper on his head and said "PIA".

"You give me a little bit, don't be too much of a pervert."

Then he turned to Rossi and said, "I think it's better to bring everyone in and dig deeper together, anyway, there are no big cases recently, you can let them drive without using the business jet." ”

These things are so creepy, the time span of these materials is almost 20 years, and if this guy really turns fantasy into reality, he can't imagine how many corpses will be hidden underneath this.

Rosie frowned and began to ponder, the sunk cost was already here, and the three of them spent more than two days and nearly three days, but they couldn't analyze an exact result, whether to continue to invest or stop the loss in time?

"Or can you talk to that Agent Jill Moss again?" Jack thought for a moment and suggested.

After all, BAU is here to help solve the case as a helper, and being too proactive is not necessarily a good thing.

Jill Moss is just an ordinary detective, and she has gained the attention of a vain old man with her status as a fan of books, and it is estimated that she did not expect Rosie to really come.

So her attitude does not represent the attitude of the local office, every agent wants to go to the next level by solving a big case, but their leaders may feel that more is better than less?

"I'll talk to her, but if there's really no other clues, we'll go home early tomorrow morning." Rossi decided to stick to his principles.

Jack glanced at the time, it was almost 10 o'clock in the evening, and there was not even a ghost in the big office outside.

"Are you sure she's still in the office?"

"It should be, she came half an hour ago and asked me if I wanted to go out for a drink in the evening." Rosie didn't mean to shy away from suspicion when she said this.

"I don't think we'll be able to leave tomorrow." Jack made a pun and teased.

Rosie ignored him, pretended not to hear anything, and turned and walked out of the conference room.

As Jack expected, within ten minutes, he walked back with a transparent evidence bag in his hand.

"Send a message to Hodchner and let them fly in early tomorrow morning."

"What is this?" Red took the evidence bag in his hand, and inside was a bunch of pale blonde hair.

"Agent Moss said she found it in one of the cardboard boxes, and she quoted from one of my books." Rossi's expression looked a little strange.

"'The acquisition of evidence of extracutaneous tissues is a sure omen, skin, nails, hair.'

Red's little brain was particularly nimble today, and he had already read all of Rossi's writings, and he could guess which sentence it was.

"Are you sure she didn't cut it off her head? You're not really going to be fooled by her like that, are you? ”

Jack laughed dumbly, this thing didn't appear sooner or later, but when Rosie went to her again and said that she was ready to give up, it was taken out.

"But isn't her hair brown?" Red looked at the hair in the light over and over again, confused.

Jack snorted, "Didn't you notice the picture of her office?" Her hair was blonde when she was younger. ”

Obviously, Jill Moss is a very ambitious woman, and you must know that in European and American cultures, blondes have their stereotypes.

With decades of Hollywood shaping and the reverse thrust of the women's movement, blonde beauty is synonymous with words like big-breasted or silly sweet.

Therefore, in those workplaces where men are strong, especially in the middle and lower classes, those career-oriented women who want to climb up will prefer to dye their originally beautiful blonde hair in other colors.

In order to avoid falling victim to stereotypes, this Gil Moss is obviously one of them, and the dear ones in his family are really normal women who are not afraid of the eyes of the world.

But paradoxically, Jill Moss doesn't seem to mind taking advantage of his feminine side, such as dressing up carefully to show off his body curves when they first met.

Or staying late at the office just to ask Rossi out for a drink, Jack didn't think that such an ambitious career woman would really fall in love with an old man in his early sixties.

Take 10,000 steps back and say, even if Jill Moss is really good at Rossi's mouth, it is mostly an ingredient that is used.

"I just saw in her what I was when I was younger, the same ambition, the same unscrupulousness." Rosie said this with a little weakness.

Jack sneered in his heart, and said in a rather weird way, "Are you sure you didn't see the appearance of one of your ex-female friends when they were younger?" ”

“PIA！”

Rosie was in a hurry, learning from what Jack had just done to Red, picking up a stack of copies on the table and gently patting him on the head.

"Shut up, I mean really."

Jack sighed, looking aggrieved, he was beaten and scolded and had to find a way to round the old man, he was really difficult.

"Why don't you do this, I'll contact Garcia early in the morning and ask her to screen the cases of female assault in Colorado in the past 20 years, and if there is anything suspicious, you can notify Hodgner to bring someone over."

"That's it." Rosie finished speaking and began to pack her things and go out.

"You're not really going out for a drink? At least you can get a good night's sleep. Jack asked maliciously.

"Fuck off!"

Rosie stumbled slightly.

(End of chapter)