[Zhongyingmei] That snake

Gideon went to Sarah's hospital room.

Oliver sat up and pushed the pillows behind his back, "Well, Hotch, how long have I been asleep?"

"Only one night," Hotch replied.

Oliver looked for traces of the mobile phone, but realized that his mobile phone was smashed by a punch, "Can you lend me your mobile phone?"

Hotch handed his mobile phone to Oliver, and watched him press a number in thought, "Hello, I want to order a bouquet of red roses, um, in an hour." Oliver reported the hospital address and Sarah's ward number to the florist.

Meeting Hotch's suspicious gaze, Oliver returned the phone and said, "I remember that Sarah's injury wasn't too serious, so she should wake up after some time."

Looking at the sly smile in the other's eyes, Hotch was helplessly infected by the big golden retriever, and a smile appeared on his lips.

However, there is still work to be done. Hotch opened the folder in his hand and took out Frank's injury report and handed it to Oliver. "His face wounds detected hallucinogenic ingredients."

Oliver was sure that after using his ability, there would be no trace of it being discovered, and what he mobilized was only the function of the human body itself.

Frank's appearance is still very handsome, but now that handsome face has been punched with several blood holes, a plaster cast has been put on the bridge of the nose, his brain has been damaged, and he is doomed to lie in a hospital bed as a motionless vegetable in his next life .

It is medically impossible to judge whether a vegetative person is still thinking when he is in a coma. If so, then with Frank's character, being trapped in a dark and lonely dream is more painful than life imprisonment.

"Jane is still with Frank." Oliver couldn't believe it. Frank wanted to kill Jane, but this crazy woman has been thinking about him since she was a girl.

Oliver couldn't help wondering, "Is this true love?" His tone was obviously mocking.

"Psychopaths' brains are built so they can't feel love," Hotch eased his voice, reassuring, "there's nothing more than possessiveness and interest between them."

Oliver couldn't help looking down at the murder weapon on his right index finger.

His right hand had a lot of cuts due to shards of glass, and all the knuckles were worn out, but the wounds were so dense that it looked scary. The doctor only applied medicine to him and did not wrap his five fingers into five white radishes with bandages.

Oliver took off the ring, and the index finger exerted some force in the process, and the wound burst open again.

"Oliver, I'm going to call the doctor."

"No, no need, it's just a small injury, just give me a piece of paper."

Although Hotch disagreed, Oliver kept his eyes on the ring and didn't give him a chance to argue. Hotch could only compromise and tore a few pieces of paper for him.

"Thank you." Oliver pressed the wound with paper to stop the bleeding.

This ring is different from the usual diamond rings, its tip is facing upwards, shaped like a multi-faceted pyramid, no wonder Frank's face was hurt so badly.The platinum ring setting under the diamond is carved into the shape of petals. It is beautiful, but don’t you think that the flower is too big and the weight does not match?

There are still some gaps in the center of the petals in the diamond's culet. Oliver tried to put the tip of the diamond on the table, pressed it hard, and then took the ring away. There was a small groove on the wooden table, and some transparent liquid was left in the groove.

Oliver couldn't help raising his eyebrows. When his mother Lim gave him this ring, he was surprised that Lim, who had been living in a small town, could afford such a large diamond. Big surprise.

"Aaron, the hallucinogenic ingredient you mentioned should come from this ring, do you need to take it to the laboratory for testing?" Oliver spread out his palms, and the ring lay safely in his palm.

"No, just write a clear report." Although Hotch was a little surprised at the destructive power of this gadget, he just shook his head, bau would not involve his private life unless he had to, "One more thing, how did you find Frank? "

"I asked Garcia for the case records of the past few years. Frank's case was not solved at the time, so I paid more attention to it. Then I saw him near Gideon's apartment yesterday. I was not at ease, so I followed him."

Oliver's answer is completely true, although some content is hidden.lie?How could Mr. Hotch, the senior profiler, fail to see that he wasn't going to take any chances or lie to Aaron.

"Aaron, can I ask you a favor?"

Mr. Williams, do you know that you look like a silly golden retriever wagging your tail and staring at the humans around you begging for pets?

Oliver's lake-green eyes are full of sincerity, if he were to use this look to randomly grab a girl to propose marriage on the street, the girl would probably soften her heart and agree to this man with charming eyes.

Hotch didn't speak.

"Can you help me write the report on this case? You see, I'm still a wounded person." He said and raised his bandaged arm.

The nurse knocked on the door and came in to change the dressing.

"Take a good rest." Hotch ordered, and exited the ward.

Oliver thought that Hotch's tone was a promise, and there was a cheerful arc on his lips, as if a cat's eyes were squinted and its tail wagged even more joyfully.

Mr. Williams, what about your dignity as a cold-blooded animal?

The little nurse who was changing Oliver's dressing couldn't help but raised her head to look at this handsome man, her hands were a little heavier accidentally.Feeling the pain from his shoulder, Oliver frowned slightly.

"Sorry, sorry, I..." The little nurse's ears were red, and she apologized helplessly.

Oliver didn't care about it, and said with a smile, "It's okay, thank you for your hard work."

The little nurse looked into his eyes, which looked like a pool of warm and clear lake water under the light, with thick golden-brown eyelashes drooping down, floating like gold, she hurriedly lowered her head, trying to stop her face from turning redder.

When the little nurse left, Oliver lay back on the pillow slowly. He thought there were no such restrained girls in America.

Looking at the incandescent lights on the ceiling with his eyes open, Oliver, who had just woken up, did not feel sleepy.I was bored for a while, the light made my eyes sour, and I raised my right hand to block a little light.

Oliver's pupils dilated as the light dimmed, and the wound on his index finger didn't heal over but stopped bleeding, as did the wound on his shoulder yesterday.

He had a bold idea, slowly raised his left hand to cover his index finger, and used his thoughts to activate the ability, and when he moved his hand away, the red wound disappeared without a trace, compared with the other four fingers Only traces of the brown potion remained on the extremely smooth index finger.

Oliver was so startled by this scene that he sat up all of a sudden, but accidentally got involved in the wound on his left shoulder. The feeling of the wound being torn apart was uncomfortable, like a big villain holding a pair of red-hot pokers to separate the flesh.

Groaning all over, Oliver leaned forward and buried his face in the pure white quilt, trying to comfort himself with the soft quilt, his right hand couldn't help covering the wound.The burning wound gradually dissipated the pain, and turned into a fine itching.

The wound under the bandage was healing quickly, and when Oliver realized this, he immediately stopped using the ability.Let the wound heal overnight?He didn't want to be wheeled into the lab yet.

The author has something to say: the number of words in this piece is very interesting.

For people like Biscuit, it is necessary to see the essence through the phenomenon.

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