[Zhongyingmei] That snake

After coming to Pennsylvania again, due to time constraints, it was impossible for BAU to go to the police station to handle the case in the middle of the night, so after getting the latest case report, everyone in BAU, Will and Hannibal settled down in the hotel first.

Oliver borrowed a car from the police station and went to the crime scene alone.He wanted to see if he could simulate Will's gift for empathy with mutant powers.

The crime site is located in an abandoned park. The victim is an addict. He and his raw material suppliers often meet here.

The crow on the branch was startled by the light of Oliver's flashlight. It flapped its wings and quickly flew away from the rusty lampshade where it landed, leaving a black silhouette with the nearby branches in the distance.

The crime scene was surrounded by a bright yellow cordon, and there was no police on duty, which also facilitated Oliver's experiment.

The corpses had already been cleared away, and the only thing that could prove that a murder had happened here was a pool of blood under the maple tree and messy footprints in the dirt.

Oliver pulled up the security tape, leaned over and approached the pool of blood.The bloodstain has not yet dried out, which does not mean that the time of the incident is so close. The dried brown-black soil at the border of the bloodstain tells people that a long time has passed since the death of the victim, and the reason why the bloodstain has not dried up is bleeding The amount is too large to be completely dried by the weak sun of early spring.

Unsub is not only here to kill the victim, but also here to dissect the poor man.

The soil surrounded by the yellow number signboard has traces of dragging and the footprints of the two people. It is very messy. Unsub was in a state of mental disorder when he committed the crime.

There are bloodstains on the trunk of the moderately thick maple tree. It seems that Unsub hit his head on the trunk no less than five times when the victim was fighting. You see, there are some peeling blood stains on the bare soil under the tree. bark.

He wrestled with the victim, banging his head against a tree trunk, and then dissected the unconscious victim on the spot, bleeding him to death.

The physical fitness of an addict who is plagued by illness and hallucinations is not very good, but when Unsub subdues him, it is obviously difficult, and Unsub's physical fitness is also worrying.He may also be sickly or older and lack exercise.

Why dissect in situ?He is sadistic?No, the victim has passed out, and sadism without screams of fear and begging for mercy is meaningless for a psychopath.He knocked out the victim just to facilitate his work, so his real purpose of killing was hidden in his autopsy work.

Simply observing the scene, Oliver can't get more information.He took a deep breath and took a few steps back to get a full view of the crime scene

Lifting the flashlight in his right hand to the level of his ear, Oliver activated his ability to rapidly increase the number of mirror neurons in his brain. Thanks to Dr. Lecter for his academic support!

Oliver closed his eyes tentatively. There was no strange picture in front of him, but he did feel something strange.It seemed that there was a voice in his ear describing to Oliver everything that had happened here, and some vague pictures flashed in his mind one after another.

Like a revolving lantern, time goes back together with the picture, and the voice and consciousness become clearer and appear in the mind little by little.

With the support of theoretical knowledge, Oliver boldly began to try to capture the picture.

But what the great man said is good, there is no right to speak without practice, and there is a big difference between Oliver's empathy ability and Will's empathy ability.

This feeling is like wanting to recall the pictures in the dream last night in the morning. You remember some plots, some actions and even some feelings, but those real pictures are like the shadows of the moon in the water, and they will disappear at the touch of a touch.

But these are enough.

[I saw it, it was very special in my eyes, and I decided to choose it as my target.

I know it's a junkie, and even though it looks tall, it's really vulnerable.I judged today's prey calmly, and approached it step by step.

It seemed to have spotted me and was yelling at me to leave.I was annoyed because of its overreach and I quickly walked up to it and fought it.

My condition is not very good, maybe I have fallen ill, and I am in a trance, which made me delay a lot of time to fight with it.I'm getting impatient and getting jittery, I have to hurry, its connector might come.

So, I grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him toward the maple tree, which I knew was strong enough to knock him out.I didn't kill it, I just put it into a deep coma because killing wasn't my priority.

The prey was laid flat under the tree, and I cut off its back skin very skillfully and according to my usual habits, outlined the appropriate texture with a knife, and then took the part I wanted.

But today I took more and it bleeds more.But this has nothing to do with me, it is just a prey.

I want to take more weight, for my work, I have to hurry up and finish my work.Take more this time, so you don't have to spend time looking for the next prey, and the work will be completed immediately. 】

"Agent Williams?"

If it is said that Oliver's consciousness came to him after the end of the profile, but this sound brought his uncontrolled body back under the control of consciousness.

Oliver silently withdrew his foot that almost stepped on the pool of blood, followed the familiar voice, and was startled, "Doctor Lecter? Why are you here?"

The light of the flashlight cast on Hannibal's body, which was particularly conspicuous in the pitch-dark park. He could only raise one hand to barely block the harsh white light.

Oliver knew he was being rude, but he didn't dare put down the flashlight. Hannibal didn't bring any lighting tools, and Oliver had to lament that his night vision was too good, which is even more powerful for a serial killer who operates at night.

Hannibal stood outside the cordon and asked without answering, "Detective Williams came to check the scene at this time? But your condition doesn't seem to be very good."

Oliver pursed his lips, he didn't know what strange behavior he was doing while immersed in his unsub consciousness, and he didn't know how much Hannibal saw.

"Thank you for your concern, I'm fine." Oliver walked out of the cordon, "I've also watched the scene, let's go, doctor."

Hannibal nodded slightly, heeded Oliver's advice, turned and walked back, Oliver didn't notice the chilling smile on his mouth.

Oliver deliberately took a few steps behind, maintaining a defensive posture.

"Agent Williams seems interested in Will's empathy." Hannibal said with a smile in his voice.

"Hmm," Oliver admitted, quite honestly, "that's just... amazing."

Oliver, who has just experienced it personally, is still feeling the magic of the world and the magic of the brain in his heart.

"Will was struggling with this during my first counseling sessions with him. It was a gift rather than a disease, and I was always trying to convince him to accept who he was, was, and will be. After all, he is My patient is also my friend." Hannibal's tone of voice was extremely emotional, as if telling a story about a best friend.

Oliver squinted, feeling that Hannibal was running up to him to swear sovereignty to Will.After all, beasts always have a sense of territory, and no matter how long the human skin is worn, it will not change the possessiveness of the beast.

Hannibal may not be as interested in Oliver as he is in the refrigerator at home, but Will is different. A fragile teacup needs to be carefully protected, and he is worthy of careful collection.

"Since he has accepted your friendship, how can he ignore his friend's suggestion?" Oliver said with a smile.

He didn't dare to judge Hannibal's talent at will, who knew whether he was talking about Will's empathy ability, or the influence of those psychopaths on Will?Ignoring it and accepting it sound similar, but in fact there is still a gap.

It's like the difference between correcting when you know your mistakes and admitting your mistakes without repenting.

"Will became an FBI, and using his talents in the process of solving crimes is really the right choice. I heard that he has caught three serial killers since he returned to the field." Oliver was still smiling, without A sense of aggression, "I really admire his ability to work."

The implication is that he and I are just working partners, whether you want to be Dr. Lecter's bosom uncle, friend, or even lover, I will not interfere.While ignoring the dangerous thoughts in Hannibal's words.

"He works too hard, which is not good for his condition." Hannibal seemed to shake his head regretfully, "He should have some private time."

"Isn't the work of the FBI like this? I also hope to have some private time, but you see, I have to run out to investigate cases in the middle of the night."

Hannibal returned to his meaningful smile, he didn't think a man who would go to a murder scene in the middle of the night was just for work.As it turns out, the Beast's instincts are always sharp.

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When Oliver returned to the hotel, he could finally let go of his vigilance against Hannibal, and the sequelae of forcibly using empathy ability finally emerged.

Will's empathy ability comes from the abnormal development of the brain, crime-solving skills and rich imagination, while Oliver can meet the first two requirements, but the third rich imagination is really difficult for him, which really requires talent.

However, Oliver, who failed in imagination, had problems with incoherent images in his mind when using empathy, as well as headaches and mental exhaustion.

Oliver was secretly glad that didn't happen against Hannibal.

His mind was hurting like a 60-year-old rheumatism in rainy weather. Oliver had already walked to the door of the room, but he could only hold the doorknob, and his head hit the door uncontrollably in a daze.

The solid wood door panel collided with the hardest skull in the human body and made a heavy sound. Before he could find the key, the door was opened.

Oliver's physical reaction speed did not slow down due to mental exhaustion. He quickly let go of the doorknob and turned to hold on to the door frame to avoid falling into the house.

"Huh? Did I go to the wrong door?" Oliver looked at Hotch who opened the door.

Hotch was wearing pajamas, and his black hair was not neatly combed during the day, but fell softly on his forehead.Living together for a few months, Oliver has seen Mr. Hotchner like this, but every time he can't help staring at Hotch, for fear that Hotch will turn back into a good BAU agent in a suit and leather shoes with an expressionless face in the next second.

"Your room is opposite." Hotch kindly reminded, he reached out to support Oliver leaning on the door frame, "Where did you go at night?"

"I went to see the scene." Oliver said.

Studies have shown that lying is a high-level brain activity. In a state of mental dislocation, people lose the ability to lie and only subconsciously answer questions and tell the truth.

"Oliver," Hotch softened, "you don't have to worry about it."

"Ah."

Oliver bent his knees against the door frame, which made him a little shorter than Hotch.From Hotch's point of view, Oliver's lake-green eyes, mostly covered by thick eyelashes, can be seen a bit misty, the wheat-blonde curly hair has long since parted, and the dark blue ribbon is wrapped around his wrist.

Oliver's appearance can never be described by adjectives such as beautiful or beautiful. His facial features are very three-dimensional, and his slightly long curly hair visually softens the somewhat sharp facial lines. He looks like a handsome man in ancient Greece. Sculpture, not the subdued aristocracy of oil painting.

Hotch suddenly wanted to add a few small bells to the big golden retriever's ribbon to keep him from running around at night.

Forget about the unrealistic thoughts in his heart, Hotch raised his hand and rubbed Oliver's hair, and said with a smile: "Hurry up and go back to your room to rest, there is still work tomorrow."

"Oh." Oliver continued to knock his head in a daze, and slowly moved back to his room.

Hotch watched Oliver enter the room and lock the door before turning around and closing the door.

When allocating the room, Oliver was a little regretful that he was not allocated the room next to Hotch.

Turning off the mutant ability is like putting on a heavy fireproof suit. Although it works, it is a kind of restraint after all. Oliver is used to letting go of this layer of restraint when resting, and is used to falling asleep under Hotch's reassuring message.

But now it seems that it is not a pity. Just now, Hotch seemed to be smiling? Oliver thought belatedly.