Chapter 1157 Antisocial Personality (two chapters in one)

"Then the reason why the lieutenant colonel's name is not removed from the website is to maintain the credibility of the website, right?" It was obvious that Clay was a little disgusted with this approach.

"This is also a form of protection." Jane could see the former SEAL's displeasure and continued to explain, "Dorian Hobart was arrested by ATF more than two months ago, but it has not been publicized.

The joint task force hopes to use his website to monitor the movements of dangerous elements.

I can assure you that there have been no warnings of risk to Lieutenant Colonel Barnes and his family during this time, otherwise we would have intervened long ago. "

"So in your opinion, the death of Lieutenant Colonel Barnes' wife has nothing to do with extremist organizations or terrorists?" Jack said before a possible dispute occurred.

"Of course." Jane's tone was very determined, "For those people, killing is never the purpose, publicity is, what do you think? Agent Spencer (Clay)."

Clay subconsciously wanted to refute, but in the end he didn't say anything more.

Although it was difficult for him to accept this approach emotionally, Jane was at least right about one thing. If this thing was really done by an extremist organization, someone would have jumped out and claimed responsibility for it.

So the atmosphere of the lunch was harmonious again. After all, Jane was one of our own, and the wanted criminal team was here to help NCIS.

Except for Clay, who was a retired SEAL and felt a little uncomfortable with this approach, everyone else understood.

After lunch, Jane offered to stay and help. In her words, no matter what they did with the ATF joint task force, they also posed an adverse threat to Lieutenant Colonel Barnes and his family, so they naturally had the responsibility to rule out related possibilities. sex.

Of course everyone understands, everyone knows why she wants to stay.

So when Jack mentioned that he had made some other discoveries and was going to the Eastern Psychiatric Research Center in Baltimore, Maryland, he had no choice but to choose Aubrey as his companion.

Jubal and Clay are going to the psychological counseling service center where the victim Valerie Barnes works to retrieve the resumes of all patients who have received her treatment. Jiejie and Hannah are very "friendly" and say they want to send Jane to Let's go back to the police station together.

Under Jack's threatening gaze, Aubrey, who was sitting in the passenger seat and looking like he was watching the show, still chose to raise his hands in surrender and asked about the business.

"OK, so now can you tell me, what are we going to do in the mental hospital?"

"When Alice was investigating Valerie Barnes' past, she discovered that she had worked as a forensic psychologist in Maryland for a long time, and the old injury on her face should have occurred during that time. inside."

Jack turned on his police lights as soon as he got on the highway. It would take more than half a day to go back and forth from Richmond to Baltimore, so he needed to hurry up.

"Do you suspect that the injuries on her face were caused by an attack by a prisoner back then? This can explain why we were unable to find the medical records at that time. The relevant materials were probably sealed for some reason."

Before Aubrey finished speaking, he subconsciously grabbed the handle above the car window. Jack's driving style could easily make people think that they were in a highway chase.

"It's not a prisoner. I've found it. George Bolton. Are you familiar with this name?" Jack asked.

"A serial killer and ogre. I have read his files, which are chilling."

Aubrey was stunned, but then confused, "I remember he failed the pre-trial evaluation and was sentenced to spend the rest of his life in a mental hospital, so it was because he attacked Valerie who was doing the evaluation on him.

But isn't this the best alibi? Are you planning to confirm with your own eyes whether this lunatic has escaped from the mental hospital? "

"No, I have confirmed with the mental hospital. George Bolton has been staying in his single cell and has not gone anywhere. But I asked the hospital for his visitor record. Guess what?"

Jack threw his work phone to Aubrey and let him look through the files on it. There were records related to George Bolton's attack on Valerie and photos of his injuries.

"Two weeks ago, Valerie went to visit George Bolton and had a private meeting for nearly an hour?" Aubrey's expression was a bit wonderful, just like the various messy plots that were emerging in his heart at this time.

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Mental hospitals that house mentally ill patients who have committed serious crimes are actually not much different from high-level prisons. In a sense, the security measures of such mental hospitals are even higher.

Because the patients in it are more dangerous than some extremely vicious criminals.

If you ignored the full set of locks on George Bolton, the guy looked quite polite, and even smiled a friendly smile when Jack and Aubrey sat down opposite him.

According to the information, this guy was 36 years old when he was arrested, which was more than ten years ago. But if you ignore his long gray hair, just judging from his face, he doesn’t look like a man in his late fifties at all. people.

The middle-aged white man with a very elegant appearance changed into a suit and put on glasses, and it was okay to say that he was a university professor.

"This is really a surprise. When I got up today, I didn't expect that I would have two strange visitors. Who are you?" George Bolton's eyes couldn't stop wandering on the two visitors.

"Special Agent Jim Aubrey, this is Agent Jake Tavole, we're from the FBI."

Compared with Jack, who often visited various prisons with Rosie and visited serial killers to record psychological analysis reports, Aubrey seemed a little uncomfortable.

Although this is not the first time he has dealt with a serial killer, this is the first time he has seen a man-eating one.

However, before the two of them could explain their purpose, George Bolton couldn't help but darken his face after seeing the FBI ID. "That's really regrettable. How did she die?"

Before Jack and Aubrey could answer, he continued on by himself, "You are here to ask about Valerie, right?"

"Who told you she was dead?" Although he had done a lot of rehearsals on the way here, George Bolton's straight-to-the-point words still caught Aubrey somewhat unexpectedly.

"Please, my case is over a long time ago. Why else can the FBI come to me? Young man, your face has made it clear what you want to say. You think I am related to her death, right?" "

George Bolton became excited within a few words, "Although this guess is reasonable, you may have overlooked a small problem."

He raised the handcuffs on his hands that were connected to the shackles, making a jingling sound.

Because he had agreed with Jack on the way here that he would deal with this guy, Aubrey quickly adjusted his mood and re-entered the state, "Perverts always become friends with perverts, right?"

He paused, spreading his hands to look frank, "To be honest, we came in quite a hurry and didn't even have time to check your records over the years.

Why don't we make a deal? You tell us directly who among your perverted pen pals is the most suspicious.

As a reward for saving us time, I can intercede with the hospital for you and help you improve the quality of your food or accommodation, or maybe increase your leisure time? "

"Ha!" George Bolton laughed loudly, "Then you really think too highly of me. I won't do that."

As if aware of the ambiguity in his words, he quickly corrected, "What I mean is that I will not hurt Valerie. She is one of the few people I respect, and it is even less possible for me to instigate others to hurt her. "

Aubrey looked at Jack and saw that he didn't say anything. He took out a newly printed photo from the information bag in his hand. On it, Valerie, who was still very young at the time, had severe bruises on the entire right side of her cheek.

"Oh, this." George Bolton's tone became a little careless, "It was just an unfortunate little accident."

Seeing the two FBI agents across from him staring at him fiercely, he actually looked a little embarrassed.

"Well, here's the thing, I thought at the time that a little emotional outburst might uh... help prove my mental state at the time, but it wasn't specifically directed at her."

George Bolton noticed Aubrey's disdainful expression as soon as he spoke, "I swear what I said is true. You should know from reading my file that if I wanted to kill her, she wouldn't have the slightest chance.

If I had wanted to kill her, she would have been dead, and I could have easily done that, right? "

His fingers kept tapping next to the photo, and the crazy look in his eyes flashed away.

Jack has been looking down at George Bolton's file. This is a low-end version of Hannibal. He has had three victims with different skin colors, ages and genders. The only thing in common is that they all have the same gender. He had a holiday.

It can be as big as friction in life and work, or as small as just a few quarrels.

"Why?" Jack, who had never spoken, suddenly asked.

"Why?" George Bolton looked at Jack, who had a calm expression, and then showed a look of realization, "Oh, of course, you mean why did I know that Valerie was murdered?

Isn't this a very simple reasoning? She is the only person who has come to visit me in recent years. We talked about some interesting things, and less than half a month after everything happened, you showed up, FBI, what else could you do here? "

Jack took out a bottle of orange soda from his pocket, opened the cap and pushed it in front of him, "Tell us, what did you talk about? Why do you think Valerie will be murdered."

"That's right, boss."

George Bolton's eyes lit up, he grabbed the soda bottle and took a sip first, then gave Jack a flattering smile.

"She told me that she had some, uh, little problems with one of her patients, and that the person's behavior might be similar to mine."

"You mean she met another serial murderer?" Aubrey sat up subconsciously.

"No, no, no, it's much more serious than that." George Bolton moved forward mysteriously.

"You mean another guy with a sociopath personality." Jack gave him the answer.

"Oh, you have done your homework in advance." George Bolton took another sip of soda. "I like you. I know that although you look younger than him, you are actually the boss."

Jack was unmoved by his flattery, "I'm not a boss, but as a former member of the FBI's Behavioral Analysis Division, I do know a lot of sociopaths like you, and I know how to deal with you.

Why don't we make a small deal? Tell me everything you know, and I'll arrange for you to join the BAU's psychological research project. After being locked up for so many years, I think you must have a lot of things that you can't wait to share with others, right? "

This time even Aubrey saw that George Bolton tried to show a certain degree of reserve, but it was obviously unsuccessful.

"Okay, you win, boss."

He drank the last bit of soda and shook the bottle regretfully.

"It's like this, antisocial people like me, I mean, people like us, often use any means to achieve a small goal.

Lies, deceives, manipulates others, in short, we will do anything to achieve our goals.

And anyone who may hinder us, whether he is intentional or unintentional, will be regarded as a stumbling block, an obstacle that needs to be eliminated. "

"You mean Valerie Barnes realized that she had become an obstacle to a certain antisocial personality, so she came to you for help? "Aubrey understood a little.

George Bolton frowned and answered hesitantly, "In fact, she should have just doubted at first. Oh, damn, you psychologists are always so unprofessional. You say you want to rule out all possibilities, but you are just unconfident."

He shook his hands, and the chain made a clanking sound again, "I helped her. Yes, with my reminder, Valerie realized that she was in danger. She accidentally made a wrong decision.

So she became very, very scared, and this fear even exceeded staying in the same room with me. "

"Go on." Jack put down the information in his hand, gathered it up and put it back in the file bag.

"If that's all, I can only regretfully tell you that our transaction just now is invalid, and you can continue to look forward to the next visitor."

"No, no, no, boss, you don't understand. Although Valerie didn't tell me the name of her patient, I know that their relationship must be very unusual. "

George Bolton's smile became a little crazy, "It's like a dog suddenly biting its owner. The only possibility is that you abandoned it, understand? I ate mine, alive and well."

He seemed to enjoy Aubrey's discomfort when he heard this, and even licked his lips, "What a wonderful childhood memory, isn't it?"

"OK, thank you for your help, and someone from BAU will ask you to sign some relevant documents later. Now you can return the bottle to me." Jack stood up and held out his hand to George Bolton.