Chapter 390 Is a Bit Weird (the Second Last Day of Double Time, Please Give Me a Monthly Ticket)

Each BAU member has a business bag, which usually contains some personal toiletries and change of clothes. When receiving an emergency mission, they can go out directly with it.

In addition to taking the business bag, Jack also took two Noveske N4s from the gun store and put them in the trunk of the F150.

It takes about 18 hours to drive from Los Angeles to Denver. Colorado is vast and sparsely populated. On the way, you will pass through a large area of ​​uninhabited land.

If the murderer of the plane crash not long ago, Vashel, was hiding in such an uninhabited area, the BAU would not be able to find him at all, let alone the FBI, even if the army was used, it would be difficult to search him out.

Because in this state, the large area of ​​land west of the Rocky Mountains has never been developed except for a few isolated Indian reservations, and there is not even a decent road.

Of course, Vashel couldn't hide here. A solar panel or a windmill in such a place might solve the problem of power supply, but there would be absolutely no network, not to mention mobile phone signals, and using Starlink is basically equivalent to exposing one's position.

Few people like to drive long distances alone. It's too boring, and there's no one to talk to.

This is why Rossi is reluctant to travel with Red. There is too much generation gap between the old and the young. Apart from talking about the case and Rossi's crime novels, they have almost no common language.

But if Rossi had to talk about the case for more than ten hours or listen to Red's endless boasting about his work, he would rather choose to go on the road alone.

But with Jack, this journey is a completely different experience. Not only do you not have to drive yourself, you don't even have to eat those unpalatable fast food at the rest stops along the way.

Open the oversized car refrigerator in the car, which is filled with marinated marbled steak, fresh tomatoes and onions, sliced ​​bread, and various braised meats and barbecued pork that can be tasted as soon as they are opened, and even a roast chicken.

Tired on the way, they stopped at a place on the side of the road. Jack set up an alcohol stove and prepared a big meal in a few minutes, which made Rossi sigh that this guy knew how to enjoy life better than himself, an Italian.

"Jack, you should have reminded me to bring a few bottles of good wine." Rossi said.

It was the afternoon of the second day when we arrived in Denver. The FBI office here is located in a neoclassical granite veneer building.

From the outside, it is a very impressive building, with cornices carved into gargoyles for drainage, and the emblem of the bald eagle inlaid on the front arch.

Of course, compared with the modern buildings in Los Angeles, the decoration inside is a little old, and even the elevators are the old-fashioned fence doors, which look much older than Jack and Red.

The three of them came to the third floor and walked through an open office area, attracting a lot of curious eyes, and then there was a whisper behind them.

Obviously, many people recognized them. The plane crash happened not long ago, and the grassroots agents stationed in Denver had been dispatched by the emergency command center and met the BAU.

Not to mention Rossi, a big celebrity in the FBI. Many people have listened to his psychology lectures and even received relevant training.

A beautiful female agent with a proud figure, good looks, and a beauty mole on her chin hurried out of her office and greeted the three people with a look of surprise.

At first glance, she looked like a "mature" version of Alexandra Daddario. Her eyes may not be so big, but her face shape is somewhat similar. However, with a little scrutiny, you will find that she lacks the cuteness of a little baby fat.

Instead, there are slightly tough cheek lines and ambitious sharp eyes, as well as crow's feet that cannot be covered even with makeup.

Jack noticed that the buttons on her seemingly dignified and decent professional suit were obviously too tight, which was very eye-catching. It seemed that this lady came prepared for Rossi.

"David Rossi appeared here in person. Am I dreaming?" The female agent looked very excited and took the initiative to extend her hand when she saw Rossi.

Rossi shook hands with her gentlemanly, "You must be Agent Moss."

"Oh, please call me Jill. What do you want? Coffee or tea?" Agent Jill Moss seemed very enthusiastic.

"If you don't mind, we hope to take over this matter as soon as possible. This is Dr. Reid and this is Agent Tavoler." While Rossi declined, she did not forget to introduce the two followers she brought with her.

"Dr. Reid, Agent Tavoler, thank you for coming." Compared with Rossi, Agent Jill Moss seemed less enthusiastic about the other two.

Although one of them is handsome and the other is cute, they are both in the good range of mature older sisters like her in their thirties or forties, but this older sister completely ignored them.

Whether she is really only interested in older men or has other intentions towards Rossi, Jack cannot judge for the time being, but a certain FBI 007 is probably experienced and does not need to worry about it.

"You said you have more information here, what are they?" Rossi asked.

"Come with me, believe me, I will never let you down, a whole warehouse of various S&M art photos, pornographic videotapes, and torture instruments, but what really caught my attention is a manuscript of hundreds of thousands of words."

Jill Moss raised an index finger as an emphasis.

"This is simply the crazy cry of an extreme sadist. I think this is a big case."

Rosie, who was following behind her, was not confused by her series of exaggerated modifiers. "Don't worry, tell me how these things were found?"

"These things came from a rented warehouse in Norwood. Because the debt had been owed for half a year, the warehouse owner had the right to auction the things inside. A pair of brothers bought the warehouse for $350. They were professional Taobao people.

As a result, they found these things inside and called the police directly."

Gill Moss twisted his slender waist and led the way in front. He walked all the way to the door of a storage room before stopping and looking back.

"Didn't the person who rented the warehouse leave any information?" Red asked behind Rossi.

"No, the name is fake, Louis Ivy, no information about him was found, and he paid in cash, which was the case before the debt was owed." Gil Moss said and opened the door of the storage room with the key.

"From the information you sent me before, this person has a certain obsessive-compulsive tendency, and it doesn't seem like someone who would be so negligent."

Rosie said as he stepped into the storage room and was stunned.

"Anyway, he screwed up. Otherwise, we would never catch such a person, right?" Gil Moss showed a little pride on his face.

In front of the few people, there were two long conference tables filled with cardboard boxes, at least forty or fifty of them.

"Maybe, give us some coffee." Rossi was shocked by the small scale.