[CM] THE CASE

If love is mixed with calculations that have nothing to do with itself, it is not true love. — Shakespeare

The monitoring pixels are appallingly low, and there is no camera facing the bar.They can only look for the corner bar in the pictures from different angles.

Emily rubbed between her brows wearily, Morgan paused the video.He took out a bottle of eye drops from nowhere and handed it over: "Hey."

Emily opened her eyes: "Thank you."

So halftime. Morgan grabbed the coffee cup only to realize it was empty, and put it down on the table in frustration. Emily rubbed her temples dejectedly, her eyes sore and swollen.

Since going to work in the morning, they have repeatedly studied the video.It is a patiently demanding job that progresses surprisingly slowly and tires easily.

That's when Reid and Griffith arrived.

Griffith rested for the night, and went back to work at the bureau in the morning if there was no problem. Reid stayed with him all night, and he couldn't see that he hadn't had a good rest. Anyway, a cup of coffee can revive him with full blood.So they replaced Morgan and Emily's class and studied the next round of video.

Griffith tapped the screen with a pencil: "This is where I sit, rewind the time for 10 minutes."

Reid obediently rewinds and speeds up the playback.

Griffith was dazzled: "Wait, you doubled the speed?"

Reid stared intently: "Yeah."

Griffith said, "Standalone, I can't keep up."

"No need." After Reid finished it, he immediately clicked on the next paragraph and played it in the same way.

Griffith tried to lift the keyboard.

Reid finally got something when he clicked on the third video.He pushed Griffith. "Here, look!"

Reid took Griffith's pencil and pointed to the upper left corner of the screen: "Zoom in."

Griffith glared at him, but Reid didn't notice, and Griffith operated the zoom resentfully.

The already blurry image completely turned into a full-screen mosaic, Reid narrowed his eyes: "Can you make it clear?"

Griffith sat up a little: "I'll try." After speaking, he pressed a few keys very hesitantly.

Fortunately, although he was not skilled, he did not make mistakes.

Half an hour later, everyone was called into the office by Reid. Reid pointed to the printed photo and said: "Sorry I couldn't find the portrait of the prisoner, he consciously avoided the camera, but I found the potential victim."

"This guy looks so young and turned down several invitations," Morgan said. "Damn it I didn't notice."

"It's not your fault." Reid continued, "I asked Garcia to check him just now, Frank Spencer is a student at the State University. The prisoner was called away temporarily, and he left within a few minutes before giving him the juice. So that glass of juice stays where it is."

"—and then brought to Steven Hanter by Thomas Foster," Emily said.

"Emily, you go with Morgan and bring Frank Spencer back for a portrait," Hotch said. "Guys, we're about to get him."

"Ladies and gentlemen, we regret to inform you that your flight K134 from Las Vegas to Miami will be delayed due to aircraft failure..."

He sat in the waiting area, plugged his ears with earphones and pretended to be listening to music, but in fact he was paying attention to the movement around him.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but he always feels that someone is watching him.But when he looked over, everyone looked away and pretended nothing happened.

After several trips, he pulled up his suitcase and decided to find a place away from the crowds to wait for the flight.

It was just bad luck, but the plane was delayed at this time, as if God didn't let him leave Las Vegas.

He passed by the service desk and saw a man in a suit and leather shoes claiming compensation from the staff.There were two staff members at the service desk, and the other was looking around vigilantly, as if looking for someone.

He suddenly had a bad feeling.

In the monitoring room, Hotch picked up the walkie-talkie: "Squad C, the suspect is at the service desk."

The unemployed staff member looked at him casually.

He paused, ran towards the gate without any suitcase.

Hotch is in control of the overall situation in the monitoring room: "Squad E and Team A are guarding the goal."

Morgan made a gesture, and a group of armed policemen quietly approached the exit.

Reid and Griffith sat in the surveillance van, the latter with gauze on his head, monitoring the arrest remotely. JJ just finished negotiating with the airport, opened the door of the monitoring car and came in: "How is it?"

"Morgan is over." Reid couldn't take his eyes off it.

Team A outflanks from behind, and Morgan leaps forward, slamming the prisoner to the ground.

"Kevin Moore, you're under arrest! You have the right to remain silent, but every word you say becomes a confession..."

Morgan smugly smacked Kevin's head against the marble floor, wondering if he did it on purpose.

The man who made the claim was stunned by this scene, and the embarrassed staff were also stunned. Instead, Emily breathed a sigh of relief, let go of her grip on the handle of the gun, and smiled slightly at the man claiming: "Hello, I am an FBI agent. I delayed your boarding because I wanted to arrest a suspect. Sorry to you Trouble has been caused, the plane can take off."

After speaking, she tore off the forged badge and left the service desk.

Hotch puts down the walkie-talkie, Gideon right behind him.The old detective laughed and said, "The case is finally closed."

Everything is as he said.

Morgan opened Kevin Moore's suitcase and pulled out several tapes.Each tape was signed and dated. Garcia used the time of a phone call to match the tape with the number of the missing person. JJ was responsible for contacting the family members and persuading them to mourn.

Morgan takes Reid to search the suspect's home.He has a small villa with a basement, which meets the writing requirements.In the basement, they found a used syringe, which was later verified to match the DNA of the deceased.

Hotch and Emily, who were in charge of the interrogation, managed to pry Kevin Moore's mouth open before dinner.

Mr. Bartender whimpered about how he was cheated out of love by a scumbag.

"He said he loved me... We fell in love at first sight in the bar and had a great week. But he gave me away and made money from me... What can I do?"

"So he hid in Las Vegas and started selling his body. Until he had enough money to buy a house, he moved to the True Love Bar as a bartender. He always wanted love, so he was looking for a target. A week later he returned You will remember the reality of being betrayed, and then end your lover's life lovingly." Griffith concluded.

The person he chooses is the same as he used to be, an innocent boy who yearns for romantic love.He buried his past self over and over again, betrayed his past self over and over again.

Emily looked confused: "I still can't understand..."

"Too bad to understand," Morgan said dryly.

"It's over anyway." JJ seemed in a good mood, "The plane tomorrow morning, relax tonight, I want to experience Las Vegas and hurry up!"

Reid didn't look very excited as the host.

"I have a place to go." Reid packed his bags, "Go and play."

Uncharacteristically, Morgan didn't keep him, but stretched out his claws to Griffith, dragging someone into the magnificent casino.

"I don't want to go..." Griffith couldn't shake off Morgan's hand on his shoulder, and was dragged to the slot machine resignedly.

"How can you come to Las Vegas and not experience her casino?" Morgan was elated, "Come on, try this! You will love it!"

Griffith gripped the lever resignedly.

The hall was full of cheers and screams, wailing and crying.Some people are rich, some are penniless.

This is Las Vegas, the holy land in the hearts of gamblers.Like heaven, like hell.

Reid took advantage of visiting time to see his mother.

Her situation is much better than expected, and she is very happy to see her son.

Diana Reid hugs her baby: "Long time no see."

Reid bent over and put his arms around the thin woman.

"We're closing the case today," he said. "I'll tell you, okay?"

"I'll make a note," Diana said.She smiled like a child.

"Of course," Reid said.