Soon Jill Moss's car was found in a parking lot north of the city center, and Jack and Rossi rushed to the scene to find her phone smashed next to the car.

Forensic agents found traces of a dragging body at the scene, apparently turning the FBI agent into a sacrifice for a serial killer.

The killing of an FBI agent is not big news, but Jill Moss's previous efforts to make a name for himself have attracted a lot of attention from the outside world.

Think of the news that serial killer Ted Bundy proposed to a victim who testified in court and how much of a sensation it caused at the time.

Once the media knows that the FBI agent threw himself into the net to find a serial killer to play sadomasochism, it was really fun.

As a result, the FBI did not even ask the local police in Denver for help when searching Agent Moss's car, and the forensic officers used their own.

Jack retrieved the parking lot surveillance and found a suspicious white van with a obscured license plate, but the model was clearly identifiable.

Garcia's IP address also had a result, coming from an Internet café in a small town 30 miles away from Norwood, the town where the suspect's warehouse was located, and just within the circle that Red had drawn on the map.

She cross-checked the list she had sifted through several times with the motor vehicle registration database and found a name: "Jeremy Andrews, 41, an electrician in the small town of Newkla." ”

The BAU team of six people, armed with their gear, Hodgner drove a Saabban in the local office, and Jack still drove his own Raptor F150 to the town called Newkla.

Colorado is half plain and half mountain, and the massive Rocky Mountains basically occupy half of the western part of the state, and the small town of Newkla, where the murderer is located, is located on a small plateau plain in the western part of the mountain range.

It was already late afternoon when he arrived in the town, and out of some concern, Hodchner did not inform the local sheriff's office less than half an hour before approaching his destination, so as not to cause a misunderstanding.

With neither local police nor the FBI's own SWAT team involved in the raid, Jack and Hodgner acted as assault rifles, while the rest of the men circled around and broke down the door of a dilapidated log cabin.

Although he didn't find the white van at the door of Jeremy Andrews's house, it is estimated that this guy has probably run away, but Jack still carefully searched the attic, and then returned to the downstairs living room and shook his head at Hodchner.

"Didn't find it."

"There's a basement here." Rossi's voice came from behind the house.

The two hurriedly walked through the back door to a dirty courtyard, where Red was standing in front of an ugly, kiln-like object with a pistol in hand, frowning as if he was studying something.

"It's." Jack was slightly stunned, and quickly connected the thing in front of him to a certain drawing that he had studied with Red.

"Crematorium!" He was slightly startled in his heart, and hurriedly reached out and carefully touched the outer wall of the "earthen kiln".

"Come over here and help the handle, that thing is cold, we just checked it, and it shouldn't have been used recently."

On the other side, Rossi was struggling with an iron gate that was half-buried underground, shouting for help.

Jack breathed a sigh of relief and stepped forward to help open the iron door, and an indescribable strange smell came to his face, similar to the sour smell of fermented sweat mixed with the smell of excrement, which was disgusting.

"Hodge and I go down first." Jack turned on the tactical flashlight on the gun, motioned for the others to be outside with their guns on guard, and walked with Hodchner into the basement on a creaking wooden staircase.

Various Jack familiarities, the torture instruments that appeared on Jeremy Andrews's drawings, were arranged in a circle along the walls of the basement, and blood stains could be seen on almost every torture device.

In the middle of the basement is a wire bed without a mattress, one of which has a clip attached to the wire.

There was a woman tied to the bed without a strand of it, none other than the missing female journalist - Katrina Townesley.

Ignoring the dirt on the ground, Jack stepped forward and kicked off the electric clip, reached out and touched the woman's carotid artery, fortunately, he felt the pulse that was absent.

"Safe, there are survivors, torture 911!"

Hodgner pulled a dirty blanket out of nowhere and put it over the female reporter, and together the two carefully untied the wire tied to her limbs.

"Leave it to me." Jack picked up the female reporter vigorously, stepped out of the basement on the wooden stairs in three or two steps, gently put her on the ground, and silently sang "The Most Dazzling National Style" in his heart.

This is really not a joke, the beat of this song is 118 times a minute, the CPR press rhythm is almost 100-120 times per minute, the first four lyrics are just 31 beats after singing, and after singing, take two artificial respirations, and then sing from the beginning.

Unleashing her healing skills while doing CPR, the female reporter's breathing stabilized in less than two cycles, and Jiejie and Emily also found clean towels and sheets from the house.

Jack carried the regained female reporter into the house and handed them over to the care, which was so remote that it would take at least 40 minutes for an ambulance to arrive.

Meanwhile, the others were already searching for clues, and Red searched around the basement, but found nothing but a pile of biological evidence and a small amount of physical evidence like dirt.

Jill Moss was apparently taken away by the murderer Jeremy, and what they need now is information, information to guide the murderer's escape, which can only be left to the crime lab to analyze slowly, and it is not helpful for the time being.

"Perhaps, this will guide us in the direction we are tracking." Rosie walked out of the bedroom with a picture frame.

"Remember that green glass crystal with nuclear radiation that gave you and Emily a false alarm in Jeremy's warehouse?"

Jack took the frame, and on it was a photo of two men, one large and one small, the smaller one should be the suspect Jeremy Andrews, the age of the photo is no more than twelve or thirteen years old.

The older one looks very similar to him, it seems to be his father, and the age in the photo is about forty years old.

In the background of the photograph is a small shop in the deserted Gobi Desert, which is the most common rest stop built next to the highway and functions as a gas station.

"What's the connection between the two, you mean he might go here?"

Jack didn't understand what Rossi was trying to say, and there was nothing in the picture to suggest anything other than the ochre-red sandstone of Colorado that was characteristic of the Gobi.

Rosie pointed to a blurred black shadow at the foot of a mountain in the distance in the background of the photo and said, "If you look closely, this is not a high-voltage tower, it is an abandoned oil and gas drilling well." ”

"Clarke's proving ground?" Hodgner blurted out, and Jack was still scratching his head.

The story is still very long, read it slowly.

(End of chapter)