The Daily Life of American Drama Detective

Chapter 315 Bloodthirsty Forensic Doctor: Welcome to Miami

Chapter 315 Bloodthirsty Forensic Doctor: Welcome to Miami~

"There is news. Traces of Greg were found in a motel in Orlando, along with a girl, who should be Nikki."

After receiving the call, Dr. Reed excitedly said to Chuck.

"Is she okay?"

Lisa, a big Texas girl, said anxiously.

"She's still alive."

Dr. Reed pursed his lips.

"Thank God!"

Lisa, a big Texas girl, shouted: "Shall we go over there?"

"Um."

Dr. Reed nodded.

Now that is the scene of the first crime, they all need to go there to check and study it.

"I'll drive."

Chuck raised his decorative glasses.

"good!"

Dr. Reed immediately got out of the car and switched with Chuck.

They need to rush there now, the sooner the better, and Chuck's driving skills are beyond his comparison.

Motel.

The outside has been cordoned off.

"We had no idea at all. After seeing the news on the news, we immediately provided the information to the police who came over..."

The owner and waiter of the motel secretly complained that they were unlucky, and could only tell the people from all walks of life who kept coming over and over again about the story that they didn't know much about.

Fortunately, Nikki didn't drown in the motel bathtub, otherwise, how would we be able to do business in the future?

Maybe only those drug addicts and weirdos who are looking for novels don't care about this, and then gradually there will be no normal people at all.

Isn't this too bad!

"Dr. Wolfe, Reed, you are here."

JJ was the first to arrive here.

After all, as an external liaison person, she had been in contact with the local police and media in this area before.

"Where's Nikki?"

Texas girl Lisa asked.

"She has been sent to the hospital."

JJ glanced at Lisa and couldn't help but look at Chuck with a strange look: "If you want to see her, you can go to the hospital."

"How long has he been gone?"

Chuck didn't care about Nikki at all, as long as he was alive: "Did you write down the license plate number, car model, color, etc.?"

"It's been an hour."

JJ raised his hand and looked at the time: "The license plate number and other car information have been sent to the surrounding police, and they will strictly check the passing vehicles."

"Don't just focus on the license plate."

Chuck reminded: "Since he has driver's licenses from all over the country, he must have prepared license plate numbers from all over the country. In such a short time, he has no time to change cars. The most important thing is to pay attention to the model and color of the car, as well as the single man!"

"I will notify the police."

JJ nodded.

Chuck went to the room with Dr. Reed and the others to take a look, and found nothing new, so they determined Greg's range of activities with the motel as the center and time and speed distance as the radius.

Then a comprehensive search order was issued to the local police within this area, and all efforts were made to search for Greg's traces.

"Boss, I want to go see Nikki."

Lisa, a big girl from Texas, entered the investigation mode when she saw Chuck talking, so she could only give a reminder.

"Go ahead."

Chuck nodded, and then said to Gideon who called: "We are divided into four groups, responsible for the four directions, and we will try our best to capture Greg! Time is running out!"

"Yes!"

On the other end of the phone, Gideon also said worriedly: "Although it is good news that Nikki has been rescued, it also means that Greg has not been satisfied.

He has been forced out of his control, and he will probably no longer follow his previous hunting habits. On impulse, he will probably hunt and kill women when he sees them."

When Lisa, a big girl from Texas, heard this, she hesitated, but she still went to the hospital and met her friend Nikki, who was still alive but suffered severe physical and psychological trauma.

A dragnet was laid centered around the motel.

Police from all over the country mobilized with all their strength, and the BAU and Chuck were divided into four groups and went to all directions to supervise the local police's investigation.

But no good news has come yet, which still makes everyone in BAU worried.

Because although it is called a dragnet, given the capabilities of the local police, there may be loopholes everywhere.

And if one thing is missed and Greg escapes from Florida, then if we want to track him down, let’s not say whether it can be done. Even if we can, we don’t know how many victims there will be in the meantime.

"Chuck, do you think we can catch him in time?"

Dr. Reed and Chuck teamed up, and as time passed, they couldn't help but doubt themselves.

"As long as everyone tries their best, we can definitely catch him."

Chuck said expressionlessly.

"..."

Dr. Reed suddenly smiled bitterly.

Just now he saw a pair of police officers bragging and spanking.

While the BAU was fully pursuing the case, Greg, the serial killer, was also trying to escape.

He is not only good at disguise in appearance, but also in psychology, so he quickly knows his exposure points and then disguises himself accordingly.

First the license plate was changed, and then the car was stolen and changed.

He did not go north.

Because if you go north, you will soon have many ways to reach all parts of the country.

But it also means that those who pursue him will also deploy most of their manpower on that side.

So he went the other way and headed south to Miami, hoping to pass through Miami, a national metropolis, and either take a plane or take a boat out to sea.

The idea is great and the execution is spot on.

By the time he got all the way to Miami, the encirclement surrounding the motel had been broken.

Miami.

The entrance of a large supermarket.

The automatic sensor door opened, and a man in ordinary clothes and glasses limped out, holding a shopping bag in his hand and one under his arm.

"Sir, do you need my help?"

The female supermarket staff immediately came forward and asked enthusiastically.

"No, I can do it myself, thank you."

The bespectacled man immediately shook his head and said no need, but when he passed by the female staff member, the shopping bag under his arm fell down and his things fell on the floor.

The female staff member immediately leaned over to help pick it up.

"Thanks."

The man with glasses thanked him. When the female staff member said it was okay, he hesitated and said, "Well, actually I might really need a little help, thank you."

"No problem, that's why I'm here."

Naturally, the female staff member had no objection. She smiled, helped carry the shopping bags, and followed the lame man to the car.

When they arrived at the car, when the female staff member was putting things on the car, the lame man with glasses saw that no one was around, and immediately covered her mouth with a white cloth soaked in potion from behind.

The female staff member struggled for a few times and then fainted. The man pushed her into the car and then quickly got in and left.

Came to an abandoned building complex.

He got out of the car and carried the unconscious female staff member inside.

Because too much information was exposed, he didn't dare to go to the motel again. He could only curse Detective Chuck and the BAU for living in a place where homeless people lived.

When he got to his room and looked at the unconscious young girl, his inner irritability subsided a lot, and he looked at her with fiery eyes.

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.