"Is this the nightlife of New Yorkers, these East Coast people are so pathetic." Hannah held a cup of hot coffee, covered her mouth and yawned slightly.

Yesterday was her first weekend after reporting to the New York office, and she dragged Jack to experience the nightclub culture of New York, and after the nightclub closed at four o'clock, she found a bar to sit for a while, and then went home until dawn.

Compared to most Angelenos Buddhist, or well-being, New Yorkers' nightlife can be described as crazy and boring, Jack doesn't know what's fun in shaking his head and twisting his ass in a deafening nightclub, and even Hannah says she won't try it a second time after the novelty wears off.

Jack sat behind the long dining table, frowning and scrolling through the New York City Department of Health's website, which had a long list of the types of aquatic products that were not recommended or that had been consumed for a long time.

Nearly all freshwater and inshore fish from the East and Hudson rivers, including blue crab, sturgeon, river herring, oil herring and striped sea bass, are labeled as not recommended for long-term consumption.

Contamination with PCBs and mercury-based heavy metals has dried up almost all the local aquatic products, and Jack rubbed his brow in a headache, which meant that the range of ingredients he could choose from on his menu was much less.

Although he is not short of money in his pocket now, he can't feel beautiful at the thought of having to spend a lot of money to buy fresh fish that has been flown in even a crucian carp soup.

Sighing, Jack closed his notebook, and could only endure it for the time being, hoping that as Rosie said, he really just stayed in this ghost place for a year or two, and now he can only study more about the practice of deep-sea products such as king crabs

"Going to Long Island today?" Jack suggested that Long Island, which is close to Brooklyn and Queens, is a suburb of New York City, as well as a well-known resort and affluent area, where the Seaver family lived in "Growing Pains," which he watched as a child.

Before Hannah could speak, their phones rang almost at the same time, Jack looked at the number on his phone, and then at Hannah's, Dana Moge, who called him, and Jubal Valentin who called Hannah, no need to guess, this is to live.

"What do you command, Sir More?"

"I sent you an address on Long Island, come over now, the police at Sands Point (a village in North Hempstead Township, Nassau County, Long Island) have found a large burial site here, suspected to be a serial killer, and it is up to you to decide whether to invite BAU to come and assist."

"Understood, ma'am." Jack picked up the car keys on the table and went out with Hannah, really talking about something, just mentioning Long Island, the case came.

Located in Long Island's northern bay, Sandy Point is best known for the lush Bay Nature Conservation Park, which covers about 216 acres of land with two old castles and a nice sandy beach.

The secluded and humid climate makes it a retreat for New York's rich and famous, and many famous writers and musicians like to use it as a summer retreat, except for the cold and humid winters.

After passing through the congested urban section and getting on the Long Island Expressway, Jack finally let out a long breath, Hannah was sitting in the passenger seat, the phone was ringing, the combat center was already busy, and Jubal Valentin was sending over what he had learned so far.

Early this morning, a middle-class black family living near the sand point was suddenly met with uninvited guests, and a young white girl covered in injuries suddenly broke into the family's backyard and shouted for help.

The male owner of the family immediately notified 911, and the ambulance that arrived took her to the hospital, where the girl was stabbed more than 30 times, suffered serious blood loss, and is still being rescued.

The Nassau County Sheriff then sent K9 agents to follow the bloodstains and discover a dug up grave in a small glade in the nature conservation park.

The grave was not deep, just a haphazard digging of dirt pits, which may have been the reason why the girl was able to escape, but what really shocked the two search officers was that they saw nearly 20 small dirt bags in this small glade.

Along the forest path, Jack followed the GPS coordinates to the glade, where many people had gathered, in addition to the Nassau County Sheriff's Office, the FBI's ERT (Emergency Response Team) team, and CSI researchers had already arrived at the scene.

Although the CSI is nominally part of the New York City Police Department, their work extends beyond the NYPD to New York State, and is the latest attempt at joint operations by the FBI's New York office under Dana Moger.

The FBI also has its own forensic laboratories, which are not weak, but not every state has such high-level laboratories that require a lot of money to maintain.

As a result, the FBI's forensic laboratory in New York often has to deal with exhibits from other regions, and is too busy or not a good field, and has to be transferred to the forensic center at the headquarters of the Kunticio Division.

So when Jack met Mike Taylor again here, he was not too surprised, and briefly introduced him and Hannah, and the two began to communicate about the current situation.

"We have already recovered several corpses, and the preliminary judgment is that they are all young white women, and the decomposition is not too serious, and they have been transported back to the laboratory first, and our forensic doctor is afraid that he will be busy."

Mike Taylor still didn't look awake, and the bags under his eyes got worse.

Jack counted the improvised tombs on the ground, "Nineteen in all?" ”

Mike Taylor nodded, "Yes, eighteen corpses, one survivor, we are carefully examining each of the graves, hoping to find some clues, but there is little hope, the murderer seems to be very cautious and professional." ”

"Hannah, what do you think?" Jack knew that Hannah had led a lot of cases when she was in the Los Angeles office, but his impression of her work was basically stuck in the period of LAPD partners, so he wanted to test her.

Hannah took a few steps forward and looked around, as if she had changed as a different person after entering the working state, and an independent and confident temperament made it difficult for Jack to associate her with the sticky little sweet girl who was still with him before going out.

"He's smart, the killer is planned and organized, he's very familiar with his surroundings, and this woodland is so remote that we got off the Long Island Highway and made more than a dozen detours to find it, so his choice to bury the body here was obviously deliberate.

But he doesn't seem to be a very patient and overconfident person. ”

"How?" Jack raised an eyebrow.

"This is the first time he has been negligent, after murdering 18 people, he didn't even bother to check if the victim was dead this time, so his personality does not have obsessive-compulsive traits, unlike the common psychopath, but like he is doing a kind of work."

"Good analysis." Dana Moge walked over from not far away and gave Hannah an approving look.

"I just finished a brief on-site interview, and this case is handed over to the two of you, this is a rare paradise near New York, and this vicious case has never happened, I hope you can solve it as soon as possible."

(End of chapter)