[Zhongyingmei] That snake

Oliver sat up straight, leaned forward slightly, and said apologetically, "Sorry, that was just a joke. What did the female intern say on the phone?"

Will pursed his lips, tilting his head to avoid Oliver's gaze, "She said she was completely wrong."

"About the Chesapeake Ripper?" Oliver tried hard to recall the plot, "She has already met him, so you can overturn the previous inference."

"He didn't kill her right away. Did he abuse other victims?" Oliver asked again.

"No. At least not while the victim was alive."

"Then what he's doing is nothing more than mocking the police, and avoiding his work being taken away by others." Oliver stared at the flames dancing in the fireplace, "He wants to see the police panic, and he can see it. Graham Detective, I think you need to be aware of those who have access to investigators."

All the attributes of Hannibal are much cute in the virtual world, but in real life Oliver is not sensitive.It is obviously unrealistic to directly shake out Hannibal as the Chesapeake Ripper now.

Don't you see that Jack Crawford didn't believe what Wiil said when he was in prison, not to mention that Oliver had only seen Hannibal once and was new to this case, so he couldn't produce any evidence.

Hannibal was standing with the backlight, and Oliver couldn't really see the vague half-smile on his face.

Oliver decided to tell Will everything he could say today, and never set foot in Baltimore again, unless he wanted to be the next Miriam.

"The viscera he took is very important. The souvenirs of serial killers are very helpful for profiling. Can you tell me more about it?"

"He removes different organs each time, sometimes it's a piece of flesh or an amputation from the victim. He's very skilled and has a medical background."

Sure enough, doctors are a high-risk occupation in this world, and they can become abnormal at every turn.

Will may not be good at daily social interaction, but his empathy ability makes him particularly good at detecting cases, typical Asperger syndrome.

"The posture of each victim when he was found showed his contempt for the victim."

Oliver didn't miss the flash of admiration in Hannibal's eyes.

"Serial killer memorabilia is usually commemorative, and the Ripper must have special rules for picking offal or meat." Oliver said.

"The same is true for his selection of victims, random but not random, he must have a list that we don't know." Will said.

"I've seen some reports about the Shrike in Minnesota, and I heard that there is another imitator who has not been arrested?"

"You think this impersonator is the Chesapeake Ripper?" Will wondered.

"Why not?" Oliver countered. "Their modus operandi is very similar. There may be similarities in how he and the Shrike treat their victims."

"You mean he 'uses' them like the Shrike?"

"It's just a guess. Maybe he is selling organs? The time he committed the crime is destined to be a white-collar worker obediently staying in the office building. His job can provide him with a lot of free time."

Will immediately retorted, "Organ trafficking? No, his pride won't allow him to."

"Then he kept these viscera for himself, perhaps making specimens, perhaps feeding them to pets, or perhaps eating them himself." After speaking the last sentence, Oliver controlled himself not to make any unnecessary movements, and he activated his ability to observe carefully Hannibal's various indicators fluctuate.

Hannibal was excited now, and Oliver couldn't tell if the rush of adrenaline was the ogre gathering strength.

Will leaned back in the chair, sinking into the sofa, thinking about Oliver's words quietly.

Oliver glanced at his watch and got up to say goodbye to Hannibal.

"Thank you very much for your advice." Oliver said politely.

The smile on Hannibal's face was deeper than when Oliver first arrived, this FBI agent was really special.

"it is my responsibility."

The distance between Maryland and Virginia is not far, but Oliver is tired enough to fly twice a day.

Oliver rushed back to the bau headquarters and found that only Gracia was left in the team.

In Gracia's office, Oliver is standing right behind her, with his arm on Gracia's swivel chair.

"Is there a new case?"

"Oh! Oliver, you're scaring me."

"My sincerest apologies to my queen." Oliver said sincerely.

"Well, how can I not forgive the handsome prince. What's the matter?"

"Do you have any previous case information?"

"Of course, if you want, there is no case I can't find."

"I want to learn from all the cases that bau has taken over in recent years."

Gracia didn't agree right away, "Are you sure? There are hundreds of cases!"

"Then pick something special, just the last three years."

"Oh, that's easy enough."

Several documents popped up on Gracia's computer screen, and the page quickly slid down. Gracia clicked the mouse to select the case.

"Your browsing speed is really fast!" Oliver said with emotion.

"Huh." Gracia accepted the compliment naturally, and said with a smile, "The printing has already started, and I have picked more than seventy cases."

"Thanks, Gracia."

Oliver sat back at his desk and quickly browsed through the materials.Accumulating experience is secondary, what Oliver needs more is to confirm the current timeline.

Then he discovers an iconic character, Frank, the Season [-] finale boss, the one who forced Gideon away.

The case report says there was an unsuccessful arrest.

Oliver respected the bau veteran very much. If it could be changed, he didn't want Gideon to leave, so he had to make some preparations as soon as possible.

He tapped his fingers on the table anxiously.

"Where is Agent Hotchner?"

The person who came was a gentle woman, holding a little boy about three or four years old by the hand.

"Excuse me?"

"Haley Hotchner. Agent Hotchner's wife. Are you Oliver Williams?"

"Yes." Oliver wondered how Haley knew himself.

"Hotch mentioned his new team member, and I haven't seen you in bau before." Haley answered his question thoughtfully.

"Hotch is off to a new case, is there anything I can do for you?"

Haley looked at Hotch's empty office, feeling a little embarrassed for a moment, "I have some things to do and I can't take Jack with me. I wanted him to take care of the baby for a while."

Jack, who was hiding behind his mother, looked at Oliver curiously, his black hair hanging softly by his ears.

"If you believe me, give him to me."

"This…."

"Look, I don't have much work to do here by myself," Oliver spread his hands, "don't feel sorry."

Haley looked into his emerald green eyes, those clear smiling eyes without any malice, and she trusted every member of the bau team.After all, if even the FBI cannot be trusted, is there any department in the United States that can be trusted?

"Then I'll trouble you." Haley lowered his head and asked Jack, "Listen to what uncle said this afternoon. Mom will pick you up soon, okay?"

Jack opened his ignorant eyes and nodded half-understanding.

What a little angel, Oliver instantly envied Hotch, his gentle wife and well-behaved son.Even though he knew Hotch would lose it all because of his job.

Oliver can help Gideon avoid the tragedy of losing his lover, but he can't help Hotch.As long as Hotch remains bau's team leader, there will be more and more cracks in his marriage.

He won't give up the job.

Haley left in a hurry, Oliver bent down and picked Jack up and let him sit on his lap. Although a child of this age looks chubby and feels good in the hand, he is actually very light.

"Uncle Oliver." Jack called his name in a low voice, but the child always had some problems with enunciating words clearly, and he happened to meet the name of Oliver, which tortured his teeth.

"It's ver, Oliver." Oliver patiently corrected his pronunciation.

"Oliver, ver...." Jack stubbornly kept his accent.

After trying to teach it several times to no avail, Oliver changed his method.

"Okay, little Jack, now uncle will give you a privilege, okay, you can choose a nickname to call me."

Jack lowered his head and thought for a while, Oliver took the opportunity to rub his loose black hair, "Oli, okay."

Oliver granted his desire for praise, "Of course, only you can call that, Jackie."

Jack giggled and asked, "Oli, can I have candy?"

"I don't have candy here, but I have some other snacks." Oliver took out a pack of plums from the drawer, which he rarely found in Chinese shops in Chinatown, and he fed it to Jack after removing the core, " This is Huamei, is it delicious?"

Jack's mouth was covered with plum meat, like squirrels walking around in the fallen leaves in autumn, they would always wrap all their spoils in their cheeks, and mumbled indistinctly: "Huawaimay."

Oliver didn't want to complain about his Chinese pronunciation, after all, it would have an effect even for adults.

"Gracia!" Jack in his arms yelled suddenly.

Oliver turned to see Gracia walking towards him.

"If I hadn't watched the surveillance video, I wouldn't have known the little angel was here." Gracia complained.

Jack reached out and took Gracia's hand with his tiny palm, smiling happily.

Gracia decided she had an arrow shot in her heart, clutching her chest and shouting, "Jack is so cute! Hotch must be adopted!"

Oliver saw that Jack and Hotch's faces were [-]% similar, and was about to refute, but compared Hotch's unapproachable poker face with this innocent smiling face, he said righteously: "I think so too. "

"Oliver, can I have a little snack of yours?" Gracia stared at the plum on the table, her eyes sparkling.

"Of course, please feel free."

So Oliver just spent the whole afternoon chatting with Gracia and eating up the plum with Jack.

Both Haley and Hotch hadn't come back yet, looking at the time, Oliver decided to take Jack home for dinner.

He carried Jack into the car and bought a lot of vegetables along the way.

Considering Jack's age, Oliver's dishes are very light.

Cooked a bowl of soft and glutinous spinach porridge, chopped sweet and sour pork ribs and stir-fried with boiled carrots, and added some dishes such as cucumber scrambled eggs, lotus root cake, and boiled anchovies.

When cooking for a child, the important thing is not how exquisite the dishes are, but how to make him eat the vegetables he should eat without being picky at all.

Smelling the aroma, Jack consciously ran to the table and sat down, picked up the small spoon Oliver prepared to try these novel dishes for him.

Spinach porridge melts in your mouth, sweet and sour pork ribs cover the taste of carrots well, lotus root cakes are sweet and crisp, eggs are fresh and tender, and anchovies are moderately salty.

Oliver's phone rang, "Hotch?"

"It's me. Is Jack at your house?"

"Yes, he is eating."

"I'm going to pick him up now."

"it is good."

Oliver's apartment has always been tidy, the only thing that needs to be done is the study.

Oliver's notebook for recording the plot has been spread out on the desk, and he is not worried about those cursive scripts being read through, but he also pasted various clippings on the wall.

About serial killers, about bau, about mutants, about superheroes, Oliver has been collecting these things since he discovered something was wrong in the world. The time span is more than 20 years. It is inevitable that others will be surprised when they see it. For Hotch, I am afraid that Oliver will join bau. I have bad intentions.

The author has something to say: The sweet and sour pork ribs are chopped and mixed with carrots are really super delicious.

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