[CM] THE CASE

Evil events arise from evil. — Aristotle

When Griffith finally arrived in the conference room, everyone else was there.Apparently, they waited on Griffith for a while.

In fact, no one can blame this.Suburban to Quantico means a lot of road and a lot of people.Griffith worked really hard to get to the FBI headquarters.But it also meant that Griffith didn't have time to go home and change into a suit.So when Griffith showed up in casual clothes, all of his colleagues were appropriately surprised, except for Garcia.The technician, who always likes to exaggerate, clutched his heart tightly: "Oh, my God! It's the first time I think a suit ruins a handsome guy, really. Oh, Griffith, I hate working in the bureau now." There is a suit requirement."

Griffith coughed softly, "Umm… thanks, Garcia."

Garcia said intoxicatedly, "You're welcome, Your Highness."

"Hey! Hey!" Morgan complained, "You can't do this, it's not fair! Why is he a prince and I'm a knight?"

Garcia still held his heart: "Because I prefer knights, sweetheart."

Morgan smiled, satisfied with the explanation.

Gideon didn't like the way they spoke, maybe it was a bit irritating to the old man.He frowned disapprovingly, and gave Morgan a warning look.

Hotch draws everyone's attention back to the case before the topic gets even more outrageous: "Enough. JJ?"

"Well, this time it's the police officer in Grayson Town who asked for our help." Jareau played several photos, "The victims are Alice Johnson, Kerry Carter, and Daisy Scott."

Three girls are shown on the screen.They are both about 17 years old, with brown hair and blue eyes.

"The first to be found was Kerry Carter, who was found in the woods by an out-of-town climber, and then police found two other girls nearby."

"So that's a dump site," Greenaway said. "What was the cause of death?"

Griffith looked down at the documents: "The forensic report said that someone injected air into them and formed a blood clot. There were signs of sexual assault. They found semen, but there were no bruises, no lacerations..."

"So they had sex consensually?"

"No, the forensic doctor said it should have happened after death." Griffith replied with difficulty, "I haven't seen the body, but according to the report, I agree with him."

"...so we have a necrophilia?" Garcia shuddered violently. "Oh my God! This is really... oh!" She gave a disgusted look and finally caught Gideon's gaze Put away that expression, and sit down obediently and seriously.

"Is there any connection between the dead? Other than looks?" Hotch asked.

"Too many, it's just a small town," Jareau said resignedly.

"I'm going to investigate and see if there is any special connection." Garcia said.She packed things quickly, including her pink pen, keeping her head down, not daring to glance behind Jareau.

Hotch nodded, agreeing. Garcia left immediately, a pair of high heels were stomped.

"Can't do a DNA test?" Reid asked.

"They don't have the equipment, and it's too expensive. They can't take the DNA of all the men in town," Jareau said.

"So, no one found them missing?"

"Yes, their parents reported them on the first day they disappeared, but the police have been unable to find anyone." Jareau said, "In order to prevent panic and more girls being killed, they came to us and asked for help."

Hotch nodded, and the general content of the case was almost over: "Come here, go back and pack your things, we are going to Grayson. See you on the plane in 10 minutes."

Griffith sat across from Reid this time.There is a small table and two folders between them.

Griffith was still reading the forensic report, looking at the photos.However, there are too few wounds on the body, and there is no beneficial information.

Although sometimes, less information is also a kind of information.

"Now, tell me what you think," Hotch said.

"We know that highly necrophilic people are often extremely ruthless. Even people with less serious necrophilia tend to be colder, stiffer and less compassionate than others, which makes people feel depressed and heavy." Morgan spoke first, "So we're looking for someone who is aloof, loner, probably single, reclusive."

"Ninety-one percent of necrophiles work in funeral parlors or something," Reid asked looking up. "Is there a place like that in Grayson?"

"No." Jareau shook his head. "But they have a cemetery and a gravekeeper. And the gravekeeper is an old man in his 70s who doesn't have this ability."

Gideon asked, "What about the people who frequent the cemetery?"

"No idea, I'll remember to ask," Jareau said. "The information we have is all we have until we get there."

"This coroner," Griffith said, "Ben Perez, who is it?"

"It's the only doctor in the area." Garcia's voice suddenly came out of the notebook, "Hi everyone, this is the genius office. What can I do for you?"

Hotch asked, "What did you find, Garcia?"

"Not many, as JJ said, there are too many intersections between them. The same school, shopping in the same supermarket, the same church... too many, I can't find any special places. Besides, the information there Rarely, I bet you can go to the local area to ask people faster than I can use the computer to check."

"Well, thanks for your hard work, you're the best," Hotch said.

"Thank you, sir." Garcia said with a smile, "I'll hang up first, and call if I have anything to do." After she finished speaking, she disappeared from the screen.

Greenaway held a gel pen in his right hand, and pinched the corner of the page with his left hand: "Well, the victim's appearance is very consistent, and the age is the same. It is strange that the body was found wearing clothes, which is indifferent and lacking in compassion. Does not match."

"They were laid out in peaceful poses," Gideon said, "quietly buried, even with flowers - it seems that unknown people often go back there."

"Now that it's sealed off, he has no place to dump his body, and no place for him to remember." Greenaway said, "Will he find another place?"

"We don't know," Jareau said. "If he can find a place, it means another girl is about to be killed, so the atmosphere in the town is very tense, and every girl is not easy to go out on the street and go out."

Reid flipped through the photos of the corpse.The girls were wearing white dresses, with peaceful faces, as if they had just fallen asleep.Apart from their pale, dusty faces, it was as if they were sleeping in comfortable beds at home, waiting for the day to come.

But Reid saw something wrong: "Wait, are the clothes on the corpses what they were wearing when they disappeared?"

Greenaway flipped through another report on the right: "Uh...not."

"These clothes were put on them by unknown people?" Griffith said, "Why did he do that?"

"Probably to satisfy some kind of fantasy," Morgan said, "but we don't know what kind of fantasy until now."

"OK," Hotch began assigning tasks, "Morgan and Gideon go to the dump site, Griffith..."

"Sir?" Griffith looked up at Hotch.

"what?"

"I...I want to see the body," Griffith said nervously. "Um, I mean, there's so little in the report, I figured I'd better go and see it in case I missed something."

This was the first time Griffith had spoken to Hotch.He looked terribly uncomfortable, afraid he might offend Hotch.

Hotch looked a little surprised, but remembering that Griffith used to be a forensic doctor, he didn't say no: "Okay, let Reid go with you."

Reid nodded slightly.

"Then the others and I will go to the bureau to have a look." Hotch continued to arrange, "Take a break first, we still have a long way to go by car."