[Zhongyingmei] That snake

Oliver tilted his head and propped his chin with his right hand, "Any more questions?"

"Why quit?"

Oliver lowered his eyes and tapped his cheeks with his fingers. The light in Hotch's office is very good, and the morning sun shines on his side face, "I always thought your eyes were black, but now I see them, they are brown-green, like It's Amber."

"Oliver..." Hotch opened his mouth, rarely knowing what to say to him.

Oliver rolled his eyes and smiled, "It's fine to call me that, Aaron."

"Those were minor accidents. Since you're willing to listen, I'll talk about it." He suppressed his smile unconsciously.

"As you said, I have always been a clerical job in the CIA. The interrogation mission of that time is no different from the hundreds of times in the past, but the time requirement is more urgent."

"They always do this, remembering me at the last moment, as if I am some ultimate boss, and those prisoners are the brave ones who break through the level. He has injuries—more serious injuries than I usually have, and has been injected with various Such a veritaserum, so muddled and delirious."

"It did take me a lot of time to get the information I wanted out of his mouth, cough, of course, my methods were very gentle. But the final answer may contain the safe words in his mind. In response, he revealed the secrets of the organization."

The prisoner raised his head and stared straight at Oliver. The cloudy and yellow eyeballs were covered with bloodshot eyes, sunk deep in the brow bone, and the bruises under his eyes floated on his sallow skin, as if he had crawled out of hell to seek his life. Ghost.

In the end, Li Gui claimed his own life.

Because of the task, Oliver has been using his ability. The moment his eyes met Oliver's eyes, Oliver suddenly received too much information. He didn't have time to distinguish and eliminate him. The flames scorched the senses, and the hot suffocation rushed into the lungs.

"He committed suicide, cyanide poisoning. Aaron, you know what? At that time I thought it was me who died. I was the one on the ground convulsing and foaming at the mouth."

Those scorching information filled Oliver's brain, and he couldn't help but clutch the corner of the table, panting heavily.The agents outside the door saw the prisoner fall and rushed in.The door was pushed open and hit the wall with a loud noise, Oliver was startled and coughed.

Tom rushed over, looked worriedly at Oliver, whose face was pale and sweating constantly, and asked, what's going on with you?

Go out first, Oliver said with a little difficulty, let me take it easy.

"That prisoner was wrong, but what I did was right?" Oliver smiled self-deprecatingly, "I decided to come to bau after Gideon visited a few months ago. My boss really didn't want I'll go, but who made it my job to resolve this situation where the two sides disagree?"

"At bau, I'm always saving lives, aren't I?"

Oliver doesn't believe in the saying that with great ability comes great responsibility; he just thinks that even if he doesn't have the ability, he still has the responsibility.

When reminiscing, compared to the pain of memory, he didn't have too many mood swings, and he was even a little indifferent.Those lake-green eyes were thoroughly illuminated by the sun, without any hopelessness or filth, just as gentle and bright as ever.

Hotch's silence made Oliver a little uncomfortable, and he said to himself, "Thousands of sails pass by the side of the sinking boat, and Wan Muchun is ahead of the sick tree."

"What did you say?" Hotch wondered.

"An ancient Chinese poem, when translated, it means that there are still thousands of sails sailing beside the broken ships, and there are thousands of green trees blooming in spring in front of the old, sick and dusty trees." Oliver said with a smile, his eyes Suddenly, it is the river with boats and the mountains with green trees.

"I'm glad to hear you think so. Bau's job is not as easy as it was before, and you feel it." He paused, "But since you're here, stay and do your job." Hotch closed his notebook.

"I think I should finish reading this poem, and listen to Junge today, so that I can refresh myself with a glass of wine."

"What do you mean?" Hotch heard the strange language sound again.

"Maybe you can learn Chinese, AgentHotchner." Oliver grinned, and quickly exited his office.

Oliver walked back to his desk, and Prentiss looked at him in surprise, "Did someone tell you, Oliver, that you smile like grandma wolf?"

Oliver rubbed his cheeks, "Never."

"Prentiss, Oliver is not a wolf, he is a golden retriever chasing sheep and giggling." Hotch walked over.

Oliver now extremely doubts whether Hotch has been possessed by a ghost from the fbi headquarters.

"There's a case, can we go to the conference room and joke slowly?" ** said to the bau team behind Hotch.

During this period of time, there were no extra major cases, and the atmosphere in bau was great. Even Reid's little magic hit Hotch on the forehead, but in exchange for a deadpan "This time the range is longer."

Hotch felt that if he didn't comfort these shivering chicks, they were going to hide them under their wings.Mother chicken is also working hard for bau today.

Surprised to hear Hotch's joke, **, Pretiss, Reid's magic seminar and demonstration group quickly dispersed.

Gideon came over in a hurry and called Prentiss. After carefully returning to her seat, she called out and turned her head quickly, and stood up after seeing the person coming.

"Oh, it's okay, you just sit down." Gideon rubbed his hands and said hesitantly, "Well, I'm going to meet a friend, and I want to buy her a bouquet of flowers - I'm going to be late after all."

Pretiss captures the key "her"? "Perhaps you could buy a bouquet of roses?"

"Oh, no." Gideon shook his head, "No, no, no, she and I are just ordinary friends, I just meet her and have dinner once. Sending flowers is just to express my apology."

Looking at Gideon who was trying to cover up, Oliver asked back, "What are you going to buy?"

"What do you think of the sky full of stars?"

"It's not a good choice," Oliver replied after a moment of pondering, "Why don't you try sunflowers?"

"Oh, that's a good idea, thank you, Williams." Gideon glanced at his watch, "I have to go, I'm really late."

Gideom hurried away again.

Prentiss turned his head gossipingly, crossed his arms on the partition between the desks, rested his chin on his arms, and asked excitedly, "Gideon's girlfriend?"

"Guess?" Oliver pretended to be mysterious, "I rushed to have dinner with a female friend after get off work and had to send flowers, and Gideon went to get his hair done yesterday, so if it wasn't his girlfriend, he would be soon."

"Should we now be praying for his date tonight?"

"Could it be that Gideon will fail?" Even in middle age, Gideon can still see that he was handsome and handsome when he was young. In addition, he is a considerate and wise character. Unless there is a force majeure influence, how can his girlfriend not love him? What about him?

Thinking of this, Oliver couldn't help frowning.

"What's wrong?" Prentiss asked.

"Oh, it's nothing, I just suddenly remembered that I also have some important things to do. If Gideon hadn't reminded me, I would be late soon." Oliver glanced at his watch, not even seeing the time clearly.

Prentiss saw him tear off his coat and ran out, and asked strangely, "Does Williams have a secret girlfriend?"

"I don't know either." ** came over with a cup of coffee, "But tell me what's going on with Gideon?"

Oliver held his notebook a few days ago, and revisited the criminal minds plot he remembered back then through those flamboyant cursive scripts. Frank, the big boss, indirectly forced Gideon away, so why didn't he impress Oliver. When Gideon said that he was going to buy flowers, the image of the bouquet falling and splashing in the play flashed through his mind, and Oliver held on to the image tightly.

He calmed down a little as he rushed downstairs and got into the driver's seat.Do you want to call the bau team?

Oliver can't give a credible reason, let alone that he has no contact with this case. If his guess is wrong, let the bau team rush to Giden's house in full armor, and then tell Gideon and his girlfriend in an official tone, Mr. Just a drill.

Even if Hotch wants to keep him, Gideon will drive him away!

Oliver touched the gun on his back waist, and decided to take a look by himself first. Frank will use anesthetics when he kills, and Oliver is sure that his mutant ability can resist enough to catch Frank.

This time happened to be the rush hour of traffic flow. Oliver looked at the slow-moving traffic that looked like an old and sick horse, and tapped his forehead on the steering wheel helplessly.

In fact, the left side of the road is the community where Gideon lives. The problem is that this road is a one-way street and you need to turn at the intersection ahead.

The horn button that was just pressed caused the car to emit a sharp horn, Oliver's mind instantly cleared up, and he turned his head to look at the street on the left.

You have to admit that some people are born with a unique temperament, standing out from the crowd, and you can spot him in the crowd with just one glance, for example, a serial killer, to be more specific, Frank.

Oliver saw Frank stopped a little boy on the street and said something to him. Oliver's fingers subconsciously gripped the steering wheel.

Frank wasn't stupid enough to kill people on the street, and after giving the boy ten dollars, he ordered him something and left.

Oliver just watched Frank walk into the apartment building, but he was caught in the traffic and couldn't stop him.

When he finally got out of these four-wheeled iron boxes and stood in front of Gideon's house, he pursed his lips and gave up the violent construction plan of directly kicking the door, raised his hand and rang the doorbell.

"Ding-dong-"

No one opened the door. Oliver moved closer and activated the ability. Judging from the various physiological secretion information received, Frank and Sarah are in the room.

"Ding-dong-"

"Ding-dong-"

The door was opened, and Oliver adjusted his expression in an instant.

"Hello, I'm a community volunteer." Oliver was thankful that he was wearing a suit, and using this identity would not show flaws in his appearance.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Jason Gideon?" Oliver kept smiling.

Frank looked surprised, and his biofeedback showed that he was.

"Yes, I am. I haven't met you before," Frank said softly.

"I am a college student, and this voluntary survey is a social practice activity. It is indeed the first time I have come to this area."

"Oh, is there anything I can do to help you?"

"A little survey about the relationship between housing comfort and housing age. Umm, Mr. Gideon, can we go in and talk? That way I can get more information too."

"Of course, of course, please come in." Frank's unusual hospitality made Oliver more vigilant.

Oliver walked into the room and wanted to close the door, but Frank grabbed the doorknob, "I'll just come, sir. You go in and have a look first."

Oliver's expression remained unchanged, and he walked into the living room, while Frank, who closed the door, walked behind him. Oliver was in a disadvantaged position, he couldn't see Frank's movements.

A smell of blood and fear came into his mind, and the gradual sound of footsteps indicated that Frank was approaching him.

Oliver quickly drew a pistol from the back of his waist, but Frank was even faster, inserting a needle into the back of Oliver's neck.

A strong dizziness was transmitted to the nerves, and a sense of powerlessness rushed to the limbs, and Oliver's legs were unsteady and he fell to the ground.Well, what he didn't expect was that Frank was taking drugs so hard.

In his blurry vision, Frank's leather shoes were walking towards him, and he picked up the gun on the ground and started unloading it.

"Detective Oliver Williams, the last time Jason and I met, you weren't in the bau, were you?" Frank lowered his voice.

Oliver watched the bullet hit the ground, making a crisp sound, and the metallic bullet rolled on the ground with a double image, like the pendulum of a classical wall clock.

He counted slowly, mobilizing his ability to ease the effect of the anesthetic.

The author has something to say: Today's highest temperature is 37 degrees, it's going to be hot.

Good night~