"What else do you have in common?"

A muffled snort broke the silence in the Chase room.

Horstead held the case file and looked at Olivia with a blank face, of course, his eyes fluctuated violently.

"The first two victims."

Nodding to him, Olivia continued, "They all have green nail polish on their nails, I don't know if it's a coincidence, or if it's the murderer's special hobby. ”

"Victoria."

Antonio looked at the photo of her hand covered with bandages: "What about this girl's nails, have you checked them?" ”

Faced with this inquiry, Olivia pointed to Hank.

"Not yet."

The latter shook his head and said in a hoarse voice: "At present, the first priority is to save people, Victoria is not out of danger yet, and when her condition stabilizes a little, we will arrange testing." ”

"But there's no guarantee that anything will be discovered."

"Her hands were badly burned."

Raising his arm, Hank tried to simulate the scene: "At that time, Victoria was subconsciously protecting her face. ”

Since the case has been handed over, he does not hide it.

All I want in my heart is to solve the case.

There is not much difference between the intelligence group and the violent crime group in his heart, and even the weight here is heavier.

"These three cases happened in New York."

Olivia replied, frowning and continuing to introduce the case: "There is no DNA evidence left, there is no body left, and the outside of the body is also burned, and the murderer is extremely cautious." ”

Rusek looked through the records in his hand, and the previous cases had all happened in '04.

He couldn't help but scratch his head:

"What is the reason for this guy to commit the crime again after twelve years."

"It's a pity."

Olivia heard him talking to himself, and said helplessly: "We don't know about this, and we don't know if the other party has continued to commit crimes in the past ten years." ”

"That's the way it is now."

She looked at the crowd, spread her hands, and said, "Our suspect is male, white, and about five feet nine inches tall. ”

"Presumably, around thirty-five years old."

"You may be in the medical industry, or you may be pretending to be a related practitioner."

After saying these words, she said that she had finished her introduction, Antonio looked at her little brother, and couldn't help rubbing the studs, no wonder the other party listed Will as the object of suspicion.

These conditions are very consistent with each other.

Even if it were him, he would investigate Will.

Next, everyone's eyes fell on Ethan, after all, the case was snatched, so as the head of the intelligence group, it was up to him to decide what to do next.

"Erwin."

Ethan thought for a moment and began to give orders: "You and Atwater go to the hospital. ”

"If Victoria is conscious, ask for the details of the case again and find a way to get the remnants of her fingernails and give them to the forensic department for examination."

"Jay."

Turning around, he looked at Horstead: "You and I, Irene, go to the scene of the crime to investigate." ”

Stared at him for a few seconds, then said in another direction:

"Antonio stayed, posted the hotline, and researched the clues that the violent crime team had asked for back."

“OK。”

Everyone nodded one after another, indicating that there was no problem.

"What about me?"

Rusek raised his arm.

"Until your feet are healed, stay in front of the computer and watch the surveillance." Ethan rolled his eyes, waved his hand, and said, "The surveillance video near the scene of Dennis Lee's crime needs to be watched." ”

The other party has already sunk to the bottom of the lake, but he still has to find a reason to hang his head.

Russec suddenly became dejected.

Everyone else is busy with new cases, and they are frying leftovers.

In fact, everyone understands that if it weren't for luck, it would be basically impossible to find Dennis Lee again.

At this time, the other party had already escaped from Illinois.

"That's right."

Speaking of surveillance, Ethan remembered the man cowering in the corner: "Mouse, do you know what you are supposed to do?" ”

"Understood."

The mouse gestured with an OK gesture: "I'll first find out all the surveillance around this Victorian crime site, so that you can carry out the next step of inspection after you have clues." ”

Clever enough, Ethan nodded in satisfaction.

"Sheriff Linsen."

Finally, he looked at the expert who had come from New York to support: "If you don't mind, stay in BFI, we have good coffee here." ”

"By the way, give them some guidance on their work."

"Coffee is fine."

Olivia smiled: "You can't talk about mentoring, everyone learns from each other." ”

Although the atmosphere is a little awkward now because of Will's matter, they have to face all kinds of emergencies all the time, and their psychological adjustment ability is definitely no problem.

The arrangement of the firing group, she did not intervene.

Each department has its own style of doing things, and it's not a bad idea to take on a case and get to know it all over it.

"Smack."

With a few heavy slaps of Ethan's palms, everyone moved.

Two cars turned around the corner and slowly stopped next to a building with a blackened façade, and the people inside got out of the car one after the other.

Ethan looked at the house and frowned.

Outside, the cordon was barred.

The sound of the wind whimpering between the broken doors and windows sounded particularly terrifying.

"Sheriff Morgan."

A blonde man in blue uniform came down from a Camry next to him, and he said hello and walked over quickly: "I'm from the Chicago Fire Department, and I received an order to come and explain the situation at the fire scene to you." ”

"I'm Morgan."

Shaking hands with the blonde man, Ethan smiled and said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry for your trip." ”

"It should."

The man waved his hand to indicate that he was not welcome: "Let's start now?" ”

"Of course."

Nodding, Ethan followed him inside.

The two people in the back hurriedly followed.

The heavy footsteps on the steps made a creaking sound, which made people feel creepy when they heard it, and when they came inside, their breathing became much shorter.

Chart black.

As far as the eye can see, the whole world is scorched.

The walls, ceilings, and furniture were all mottled black, and the air was filled with the strange smell of things being burned.

Outside, the sun was shining.

In the house, it was dark.

Erin took out Glock and turned on the tactical flashlight on it, the light shone in a corner, and several picture frames were placed above the cabinet, and the faces of the people in them had become distorted and blurred under the effect of the heat.

Like the photos on the case file, Victoria is no longer what she used to be.

"Jay."

Looking at Ethan and the firefighters walking inside, Erin whispered, "I know they shouldn't use you, but don't you think it's the most important thing to get justice for the victims?" ”

She didn't want a rift between her team.

Some things need to be repaired as soon as possible, otherwise the rift will grow bigger and bigger over time.

(End of chapter)