[Zhongyingmei] That snake

"Garcia, I need his address."

"Oh, I gotta tell you the bad news, his credit card records show he refunded his Lancaster rental a week ago."

Lancaster is the city where the last victim was killed, and it seems that this Daniel is indeed the man they are looking for.

"However, his credit card shows that he recently rented a suburban warehouse in Harrisburg." Garcia's voice dropped abruptly. "This warehouse caught fire at around [-] o'clock this morning. There were no casualties in the fire alarm records."

"I hope you find him soon."

"Thank you for your well wishes, Garcia." Oliver pursed his lips and hung up the phone.

"He ran away?" a silent Will asked.

"Well, I think Mr. Daniel has finished his work and is about to put it into action."

But where would he go?He's out of prison, and nothing can bind him, otherwise these bodies wouldn't be there.

"He's going back to the mental hospital for his son," Will said, "and Icarus is still stuck on Crete."

The BAU and Harrisburg police entered the state psychiatric hospital to find Daniel, who was holding his son, Dean, on the rooftop.

God knows how he broke into the hospital with two pairs of huge wings assembled from the muscles of the bloody forest, and how he broke the iron lock of the iron fence on the roof and took his son here hostage.

Daniel grabbed Dean's arm and tried to 'wear' him the pair of wings. Dean was found to be genetically ill since he was a child, growing up in a cold and chaotic hospital, lost in endless hallucinations, until now he seems to have no Step out of the hallucination.

Dean was crying loudly, his lack of normal education had slowed his intellectual development, and he struggled like a child, howling inarticulately.

"Dean, come with me, even if the sun burns the eyes of the world! But he will wash away sin."

Daniel held the swaying wings tightly, but it was still inevitable that some pieces of meat would fall off. The fresh ones were bright red with pink and white fat, and some of the long-stored ones were tan lumps.

The stench of the dead body was brought by the chilly wind. Under the stimulation of multiple senses, the police officers who accompanied the prisoner couldn't help but retreated to the corner of the wall while holding their noses and mouths, panting and retching.

"Daniel, stop what you're doing!" Hotch yelled at him with guns in both hands.

Thankfully, this psychopathic killer was still sensitive to his own name. He turned his head and stared viciously at the visitor.

He stopped putting wings on Dean, but still hugged Dean to his chest with such strength that Dean could barely breathe, his face flushed, and he no longer had the strength to cry out.

Daniel's eyes were red, his body trembled out of control when he was emotional, he couldn't even control his facial muscles, twisted his lips and replied to the FBI: "You can block the roads, you can seal the ocean, but you can't control the sky! I I will go, I will be free, and I will find the sun!"

It was difficult for Oliver to hear his babble, but the resentment and pain stimulated Oliver's nerves, and Daniel even backed away step by step with this humble, pilgrimage-like, and fearless emotion.

Oliver controlled his expression not to be too ferocious, and desperately suppressed the information coming from his mind, but the force of his fingers holding the gun had already made his hands tremble slightly.

Dean stared blankly at his father's hands, he instinctively sensed the danger approaching, and began to twist his limbs to escape the grasp of these arms.

In order to avoid irritating Daniel, Hotch and others could only approach slowly while his attention was on his son.But this is really too slow.

Daniel has been in prison for more than ten years. Coupled with the erosion of age, it is normal for his physical strength to be inferior to that of a young man. In the chaos, Dean broke free from his arms and from Daniel's arms who were standing on the edge of the roof. , the body fell downstairs uncontrollably.

"No!!!" Daniel was about to burst into tears, and jumped down following Dean's figure without any scruples.

The grayish-yellow clouds have not released the shackles on the sun, and the two pairs of blood-red wings are not like giant eagles soaring in the sky, but a heavy burden, pressing the humble and crazy people into the dust.

Hotch and the pale-faced policeman who came back to his senses ran to the edge of the roof and looked at the two blood-red bodies underground.

Although the main work direction of the mental hospital is not surgical treatment, there is no problem with basic first aid. After all, some patients here will always make themselves dripping with blood.

After contacting the paramedics to rescue Daniel and Dean, Hotch walked down the stairs and saw Oliver holding a gun in a daze.

The muscles that had been tensed just now finally relaxed. When the cold wind blew, cold sweat broke out uncontrollably on his forehead, and the collar of his shirt was soaked.

Among the serial killers Oliver had seen since joining the group, Daniel was definitely not the most vicious, but his current situation was confusing and worrying, Hotch patted him on the back.

Oliver saw the people around him clearly and came back to his senses.Putting the gun in the holster, he licked his dry lips and said, "Daniel is not Daedalus."

Hotch's puzzled eyes made him continue, "Daniel is Icarus, who died in the sea to chase the sun and pay for his sins. And Dean, he is the sun, Crete, and Daniel's sins."

After Oliver finished speaking, he raised his hand and rubbed his face, and said in a low voice, "Let's go, go to the emergency room."

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Most of the buildings in the state mental hospital are old, and there are few floors with more than four floors, including the one where Daniel and Dean fell, which only has four floors.

So both survived, not sure if it was luck or misfortune.

Daniel was sentenced to death, but he didn't seem to care about death, still calling Dean's name from the hospital bed.

Oliver quietly tried to use his abilities to fix Dean's mental problems. Most of the hereditary mental illnesses were physical defects, which could theoretically be cured by Oliver's abilities.

It would be a lie for Oliver to say that he didn't feel any guilt about using him as an experiment, but Oliver did succeed.It gave him the confidence to deal with Will's encephalitis as soon as possible.

He shuddered watching Hanibal staring at Will, like a beast in the dark staring at a vigorous hunter, but this time, the beast was trying to tame the hunter.

"Will the family be there when Daniel goes to the electric chair?" Oliver asked Hotch.

"Policy allows, but Daniel's family..."

Daniel was sent to the hospital at the age of 23. It is impossible for him not to want to leave or go back to his home, but the data shows that Brook’s family did not have any more communication with Daniel except for regularly sending money to the hospital.

Now, they are even less likely to miss a murderer.

"Dean's still here," Oliver reminded.

"His physical state and mental state, it is very difficult to pass the inspection." Hotch said.

"What if there is a god in the world who is willing to give him a miracle?" Oliver smiled wryly and bowed his head. "Even a serial killer can't let go of the fetters of family."

Finally, a week before Daniel's execution, Dean came to his senses and miraculously returned to sanity.The medical staff at the hospital said in disbelief that the child had been touched by the hand of God.

On the day of Daniel's execution, Dean was there. He watched his father, whom he hadn't seen for many years, step into the electric chair, shaved off his hair, put on electrodes, and gave him a guilty and tearful smile.

Dean's eyes widened, he wouldn't thank this person, and he would even hate this person in his future education, but the invisible bond made him shed tears as well.

These are all later stories.

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How long does it take to drive from Washington to Baltimore?

As long as you are willing to avoid rush hour traffic jams and have the energy to drive on the highway in the middle of the night, you can run back and forth before dawn.

The above is Oliver's idea, and he is very active in putting it into practice.

When he finally reached Wolf Trap, Oliver slowed down the speed. It had to be said that it was a very deserted area, with weeds and trees on both sides of the road, dyed blue by the night.Oliver only encountered a patrolling police car on the whole road, and almost never saw other vehicles.

Oliver was going to deal with Will's encephalitis, but he hadn't seen a single house in Wolf Trap for a while.

He was driving bored, the straight road and slow speed made Oliver wonder if he would fall asleep at the wheel while driving.

But now, he doesn't need to worry about that, because he met Will.

Will's state is very bad, in other words, Will is now in an abnormal state.No normal person would walk barefoot on the road in the middle of the night, let alone wander around in short-sleeved shorts at night in early spring.

Will was still in a dream, but his body was out of control, he didn't even notice the dazzling lights and approaching figures in front of him.

"Will?"

"Agent Graham?" Oliver asked twice without getting a response, and the brown-haired young man took a slow step forward on his own.

Oliver stepped forward to hold his shoulder, Will stopped almost instantly, and fell unconscious on the ground.

This made Oliver take a few steps back in shock. After confirming that Will had just fallen asleep again, Oliver dragged and dragged him into the back seat of the car, and turned on the heater to the highest gear.

Will huddled on the side of the seat, with his head pressed against the car window, his body temperature had not yet returned to normal, so he clasped his arms and trembled slightly, muttering: "Winston, Winston."

Oliver looked at the big dog that was holding on to the car door, and tentatively stroked its head. Winston was surprisingly docile. It purred, perhaps wanting to return to its owner.

"Okay, Winston, come on, come up." Oliver picked up the big brown and black dog, bent down and got into the back seat.

"I'm not your Winston..." Oliver reluctantly pulled off the hand on top of his head, and then stuffed Winston into the arms of the owner of the hand.

Winston rubbed Will's palm obediently, resting his head on his lap.

Oliver didn't have blankets or quilts in his car, but the furry Winston was perfectly up to the job, and also heated himself.

Speed ​​up the car and take the time to send Will home. Judging from the wide open door, Will still walked out of the door in a regular manner, instead of climbing out of the window on the second floor while sleepwalking.

Stuffing Will, who was still awake, into the sofa, the stray dogs occupying the sofa consciously made way for the owner.

Oliver activates the mutant ability to make a quick decision and heals the encephalitis.His cognition of his abilities is becoming clearer and clearer. It seems that as long as he has a clear purpose and is supported by theoretical data, there is no problem with the human body that he cannot change.

But for psychological problems, Oliver can't help much.

Out of courtesy, the private area of ​​the bedroom cannot be entered casually, Oliver pulled a crumpled blanket from the back of the sofa and covered Will, watching Will curl himself up again.

Oliver sighed, looked around, and made a decision with far-reaching implications.

He picked up Winston again, put it on Will's chest, then picked up another small yellow-and-white patterned dog and put it behind Will's back, and finally put a white dog that looked like a lamb without horns. The dog sits next to Will's feet sticking out of the blanket.

Oliver was worried about the safety of the door of Will's house, so he simply moved the dogs' kennels to the door, so that at least Will would sleepwalk again—although Oliver felt that such problems would not happen again, or that outsiders would enter the house Sometimes the barking of the dog can remind Will.

After accomplishing all of this, Oliver drove back to Washington with his merits and fame deeply hidden.

On the way, Oliver gets an unexpected call.

"Tom? Why are you calling me in the middle of the night?"

"I need your help with something."

"Tom, don't tell me you forgot to bring money to the bar, I'm not going to run back to Langley in the middle of the night to help you pay."

"Oliver, I haven't forgotten my wallet since you left." Tom joked, "However, I really need your help. I'm on the roof of your house right now."

Oliver was silent for a while before he asked, "Don't tell me the roar over there is a helicopter."

"You are still so smart, and I was going to knock on your door."

"No, don't go. I'm not at home now." Oliver stopped the car, rubbed the bridge of his nose with his left hand, recalled the road sign he just saw, and said, "I should be at the junction of Maryland and Washington. "

"It seems that my application for a helicopter is an extremely correct choice. I will come to you immediately and then go to New York."

"Stop, stop, what are you doing in New York? I'm from BAU now."

"The FBI and the CIA also have a lot of cooperation, otherwise, why would you change jobs," Tom complained, "Miller submitted the documents yesterday afternoon and invited you to help. I think you understand the interrogation work you are familiar with."

"What I don't understand is that the handover speed of working documents is so high now?" Submitting documents in the afternoon, not to mention the time required for approval at various levels, from a humanitarian point of view, people should not be called away in the middle of the night.

"Well, do it urgently, don't worry, when your team leader goes to the office in the morning, there will be relevant documents on the desk."

"Okay, locate my phone and come pick me up." Oliver replied resignedly.

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When Hannibal pushed open the door of Will's house in the morning with the breakfast he prepared himself, he first woke up the dogs who were placed by the door.

Hannibal skillfully broke up a few sausages and fed them to the dogs wagging their tails. The dogs who were soothed by the food stopped barking.

But Will has already been woken up.

He tried to sit up, only to find his lovely stray canine friends hiding behind his arms, so the first job is to get these cute dogs back to the ground, to find a new day in the dog food.

"The sofa is too soft, and sleeping on the sofa for a long time will cause spinal problems." Hannibal stared at Will, "Did you sleepwalk again yesterday?"

"Yeah." Will pressed his head. He sleepwalked last night, but the strange thing is that he woke up on the sofa at home safely and soundly. He even felt that this sleep was the deepest and most peaceful sleep he had had in decades. Sleep.

"What did you see in your dream?"

Will thought back, but found that there seemed to be no dream last night, but there was a voice, which he unconsciously read out: "I am not Winston."

Hanibal raised an eyebrow.

"Nothing." Will shook his head.

Hannibal naturally walked behind him, leaned close to Will's neck and sniffed lightly.

"Are you... sniffing me?" Will's tone was full of suspicion and strangeness.

"I remember I said, you should change to another aftershave." Hannibal justified himself without any trace.

"I'm not good at these things."

"So I brought you one, do you want to try it?" Hannibal said, taking out an unopened box of aftershave from the paper bag.

Will was silent, but did not refuse, but took the box and walked into the bathroom.

Hannibal straightened his back, the dark brown suit was not wrinkled, and he watched Will's back with interest.

Hannibal's sense of smell is so good, he even smelled the almonds of encephalitis before Will himself found out. Adhering to a psychopathic work ethic, Hannibal did not remind Will, but looked forward to the combination of encephalitis hallucinations and empathy in the end Where can I go.

But now, that almond smell disappeared without a trace.And Will himself still didn't notice anything.