Then he started his preparations.

Because it was an abandoned building with no water or electricity, he could only prepare a washbasin in advance, take the large bucket of drinking water he bought, and pour it into the washbasin. After the water was almost poured, he took a sip of the rest, and his face

There was a look of satisfaction on his face.

"marvelous!"

"Yes!"

Just when he let out the most satisfied sigh and reached out to grab the unconscious female staff member's hair and push her into the basin filled with water, a sound of agreement rang in his ears.

It's a pity that this echo did not give him the joy of being recognized at all, but only a sense of crisis that stood on end.

Just when he punched back, his neck hurt, he was pricked by a needle, and his whole body was instantly weak.

At that moment, he suddenly understood what it was like for the women he controlled with tranquilizers.

Just as he fell to the ground, someone picked him up. He couldn't see clearly who was behind him, but he saw a pair of hands hugging his chest.

That's a pair of hands wearing surgical gloves!

"major……"

This was his last thought before he passed out completely.

When he woke up again, he found that he was already in a white world, unable to move, looking up at the sky, and his whole body was tied layer by layer with plastic tape.

"you're awake."

At this time, a man's face appeared above his field of vision, looking down at him with a smile.

"Who are you?"

Greg struggled a few times and found that it was useless. He calmed down and looked at this man who looked like something was wrong.

"I am you."

The man smiled and shook his head: "I mean, I should have become you, but because I met the right person, I didn't become you.

You know.

I've noticed you a long time ago.

Before the FBI!

But you were relatively far away, and I still had a job, so before I had time to ask for leave to find you, you were discovered by the FBI and began to flee.

I thought we would miss out.

But who would have thought that you were really smart, and instead of going north, you went south and came to Miami.

I was really happy when I received this news.

Look at these."

Having said this, he put a laptop screen in front of Greg's eyes. There were 5 photos on it. Greg's eyes were all focused on the first photo.

"This is your first victim."

The man noticed Greg's gaze: "And I know that the other four are only a part of all your victims, or even just a small part. Don't be surprised, I understand, I really understand!"

As he spoke, the five photos on the screen shrank and turned into a nine-square grid, with four more photos of girls appearing.

Then it zoomed out again, and the screen was filled with pictures of girls.

"This is your whereabouts over the years, as well as the local missing girls that suit your tastes. I think they are all your work."

As he spoke, he took a scalpel in his hand and made a cut on Greg's cheek. Then he took a pipette, sucked a drop of blood from the wound, and dripped it onto the microscope slide.

When the two slides were closed and the drop of blood was squeezed and dispersed into a ball, the man's whole body exuded relaxation and joy.

"So, tell me, did you choose to do this yourself? Did your father teach you?"

After the man placed the slides, he sat next to Greg and started chatting with him.

"Do I still need to teach this?"

Greg had sweat on his forehead, but his expression remained calm.

"Right."

The man nodded: "We are all awakened by the curse of acquired stimulation. We don't need anyone to teach us. It's a pity that you didn't meet a good father, otherwise you wouldn't be where you are today."

"Don't talk about my dad!"

Greg glared at the man: "Who do you think you are? A vigilante? Do you think you are nobler than me? You are not a serial killer!"

"you're right."

The man did not refute, but sighed: "I have known who I am since I was a child, but fortunately my father is a policeman and is keenly aware of my problems and gives me enough guidance to form my own rules.

Later, my father passed away, and I hunted people like you alone in the night. Not only could I eliminate harm to innocent people, but I could also release the dark bloodlust in my heart.

But just like those masked heroes in comics, there are always conflicts between dual identities. I can't even talk about this kind of loneliness with my sister, so I can only talk to you."

"You let me go and guide me, just like your father guides you. I can be your partner."

Greg looked at the man.

"Too late."

The man shook his head: "I have been guided by my father since I was a child, so although I am full of bloodthirsty, I have never hurt an innocent person. My hands are clean, but you are already incurable."

After saying this, he glanced at the girl's profile picture that filled the screen on his laptop, and his eyes turned cold: "And I'm not as lonely as before anymore. Look! Someone is listening to me."

Buzz buzz.

The sound of a special surgical electric drill sounded in the operating room.

there.

Chuck and the others had already arrived in Miami and looked at the frightened and trembling girl being interrogated by the police in the interrogation room.

This was the female supermarket worker. After being knocked unconscious and abducted, she opened her eyes and found herself in an abandoned building. She struggled with her weak body and staggered out. She asked passers-by for help in fear, and then alerted the police.

I came over to investigate and found out that this was related to the hottest serial killer in the area, so I immediately called the BAU.

Chuck and the others all rushed here.

"There's no way Greg would give up on her for no reason."

Bald Morgan was the first to speak.

"Could something happen to him when he went out, and she happened to escape?"

Female agent Al answered.

"impossible!"

Dr. Reed shook his head: "Everything that needs to be prepared at the scene has been prepared. After such a long time, he must have been unable to bear it anymore.

But she was not harmed in any way, and there were no police cars patrolling or being discovered by outsiders nearby at that time. Unless something unexpected happened, he would not have given up on her unless..."

No one spoke.

Only Bald Morgan's eyes flashed: "Unless he met with an accident, do you think the vigilante showed up again?"

JJ opened his mouth, but he didn't say 'I hope he appears'.

BAU spiritual leader Gideon rubbed his hands and said nothing.

Having gone through many vicissitudes of life, he knows how to adapt.

If that was the case, he felt it wasn't the worst outcome.

"Probably."

Only Dr. Reed was more upright and nodded in agreement with Bald Morgan's words.

"Hotchner."

Bald Morgan couldn't help but look at the detective in charge, his eyes eager to try.

"Dr. Wolfe, what do you think?"

Hotchner, the BAU agent in charge, looked at Chuck.

"Keep chasing Greg."

Chuck said calmly.

"Dr. Wolfe is right."

Gideon continued: "We don't know anything yet, our goal is still to hunt down Greg! We can talk about other things after this matter is over."
Chapter completed!