Chapter 391 The sudden appearance of the blond evidence (ah, vote, bye)

Chapter 391 The sudden appearance of the blond evidence (Ah, vote, please!)

As a veteran who has read countless movies, Jack never expected that he would one day vomit after watching a movie.

Red and Rosie were responsible for checking all the paper materials. The rope bondage and torture sketches that Gil Moss originally faxed to Rosie were just the tip of the iceberg.

If the content of those materials at the beginning can be related to S&M or some niche hobbies, then the subsequent content will not be like that.

For example, Reid previously found a drawing that described in detail how to make an electric shock device, from the structure to the circuit diagram, it was quite detailed.

With Jack's current skill level, it would probably only take a day to purchase enough materials and assemble it.

The concept of this electric shock device is very exquisite. The voltage is adjustable. The lowest power can bring continuous torture to people, and the highest power can be enough to knock out a strong adult male instantly.

The reason why Jack vomited after watching the film was because in addition to those paper materials, there were also a lot of video tapes and toys that needed to be identified.

There was a TV, an old-fashioned DVD player, and a large pot of coffee. Like a pervert, Jack watched pornographic videos with red eyes for two days in a small room. Most of them were very heavy.

And just watching it is definitely not enough. He also needs to identify whether the content in the video is true or false, which ones are regular publications, which ones are underground publications, and which ones may have been filmed by the murderer himself.

As for those torture toys, Jack couldn't even find a single fingerprint. The suspect used a strong oxidizing disinfectant to clean them. Damn obsessive-compulsive disorder patients usually have some mysophobia.

"It seems that our efforts are most likely in vain."

Jack left his small dark room and walked into the conference room where Red and Rosie were. While speaking, he took away the coffee cup from Red's hand and poured out the remaining half cup under the latter's reluctant eyes. Black coffee was poured into the sink.

Unlike Jack, whose surname was almost crooked by a pornographic video, these two days can be regarded as Rhett's happy time. Analyzing text and data is his favorite.

Because he was in a hurry, Jack didn't forbid him from drinking coffee. The large amount of caffeine ingested made his genius brain go crazy.

For more than two days, the three of them went through all the boxes, but could not find any conclusive evidence to prove that the owner of these materials had ever put his fantasy into practice.

Rossi took off his reading glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose tiredly.

"We can only confirm that this guy is a pervert, but fantasy is not illegal. There is no body and no definite evidence of murder. It seems that I can only go and say goodbye to Agent Gil Moss."

Jack reached out and took the stack of manuscript paper from Red's hand, frowning and looking at the thing painted on it that looked like a brick kiln.

"What is this?"

"The cremator, it's a pretty good design. This guy even considered the heat cycle." Red's beaming expression made Jack feel sick, and he slapped the manuscript paper on his head and said "PIA".

"Just give me a little more, don't act too much like a pervert."

Then he turned to Rossi and said, "I think it's better to invite everyone here and dig deeper together. Anyway, there haven't been any major cases recently. We can just let them drive without using the business jet."

These things are so creepy. These materials span nearly 20 years. If this guy really turned his fantasy into reality, he simply couldn't imagine how many corpses would be hidden underneath.

Rossi frowned and began to think deeply. The sunk costs were already here. The three of them spent more than two days and nearly three days, but failed to analyze an exact result. Should they continue investing or stop the loss in time?

"Or you can talk to that Agent Gil Moss again?" Jack thought about it and suggested again.

After all, the BAU is here to help solve crimes as a facilitator, so being too proactive is not necessarily a good thing.

Gil Moss is just an ordinary agent. She got the attention of a vain old man by virtue of her status as a book lover. She probably didn't expect that Rosie would really come.

So her attitude does not represent the attitude of the local office. Every agent wants to get to the next level by solving a big case, but their leader may feel that doing more is worse than doing less?

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

Jack looked at the time. It was almost 10 p.m., and there wasn't even a ghost in the big office outside.

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

"It should be, half an hour ago she came to ask me if I wanted to go out for a drink tonight." Rossi said this without any intention of avoiding suspicion.

"I think we won't be able to leave tomorrow." Jack joked with a pun.

<divclass="contentadv"> Rossi ignored him at all, pretended not to hear anything, turned and walked out of the conference room.

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

"Send a message to Hotchner and ask them to fly here tomorrow morning."

"What is this?" Rhett took the evidence bag in his hand, which contained a bunch of light golden hair.

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

"'The acquisition of extracutaneous tissue evidence is a sure sign, skin, nails, hair.' From your book "Eye of the Predator."

Rhett's little mind was particularly nimble today. He had already read all Rossi's works and guessed the sentence at once.

"Are you sure she didn't cut this off from her own head? You don't really intend to be fooled by her like this, do you?"

Jack laughed dumbly. This thing would appear sooner or later, but it happened to be taken out when Rosie went to her again and said she was ready to give up.

"But isn't her hair brown?" Rhett turned over and over in confusion to observe the hair under the light.

Jack snorted, "Didn't you notice the photo in her office? Her hair was blonde when she was young."

Obviously, Gil Moss is a very enterprising woman. You must know that in European and American culture, blondes have their own stereotypes.

After decades of continuous shaping by Hollywood and the reverse push of the women's movement, blonde beauty is equated with words such as big breasts and brainless or silly and sweet.

Therefore, in those workplaces where men are dominant, especially in the middle and lower classes, career-oriented women who want to climb up will tend to dye their beautiful blond hair into other colors.

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

But paradoxically, Gil Moss doesn't seem to mind taking advantage of her feminine side. For example, when they first met, she dressed up carefully to show off her body curves.

Or maybe she stayed in the office until late at night just to ask Rosie out for a drink. Jack didn't think that such an ambitious career-oriented woman would really fall in love with an old man in his early sixties.

To put it bluntly, even if Gil Moss really likes Rossi, he is mostly taking advantage of him.

"I just saw in her what I was like when I was young, the same ambition, the same unscrupulousness." Rossi seemed a little guilty when she said this.

Jack sneered in his heart and said in a rather sinister tone, "Are you sure you didn't see what one of your former female friends looked like when they were young?"

"PIA!"

Rosie was furious for a moment, imitating what Jack had done to Red just now, she picked up a stack of copies on the table and patted him on the head.

"Shut up, I mean it."

Jack sighed with an aggrieved look on his face. It was really difficult for him to find a way to smooth things over for the old man after being beaten and scolded.

"How about this. I'll contact Garcia early in the morning and ask her to screen the cases of female assaults in Colorado in the past 20 years. If there are any suspicious ones, you can notify Hotchner to bring someone over."

"That's it." Rossi said and started to pack his things and go out.

"Are you really not going to go out for a drink? At least you can have a good sleep at night." Jack asked maliciously.

"Fuck off!"

Rossi staggered slightly.