[Zhongyingmei] That snake

Hotch got a phone call from **.

"Good news?" Oliver raised an eyebrow.

Hotch nodded and said, "They found Jones, a bar. And the victim's stimulus, she was raped in this bar nine years ago, but the police didn't believe it. New Orleans police brought the rapist , we may be able to get the murderer's name. Come with me to the interrogation room."

"Mr. Tibideaux, we need you to answer a few questions about a riot you were involved in in 1998." ** and Prentiss are questioning, and for rapists, women will make him put his guard down.

"I don't even know what you're talking about." Tibideaux slumped back in his chair, seemingly unfazed by the fact that he was in the police station.

"Strange, may I know why the rape case was not filed at that time?" Oliver touched his chin.

"My father and another police officer, Smitty, got into an argument about this. Smitty insisted that the rape did not happen. According to him, there was no evidence to open the case. He thought Mr. Tibideaux was a good boy, no He deserves to be so stigmatized," explained William Lamontagne Jr., who could see he felt sorry for his father, "my father tried to help that girl, but failed, and he was transferred from the sex crimes unit."

"I think someone did something to the girl that night, and she probably wanted it herself, maybe the girl liked it." Tibideaux leaned forward, elbows on the table, looking at Prentiss defiantly .

Oliver outside the interrogation room was silent for a while, and said silently: "If this is a good boy, then Officer Smitty may have been blind for many years."

"I told you, I'm drunk and don't know anything." Tibideaux was still reticent.

"This guy won't say anything." Little William Lamontagne turned around feebly.

** and Prentiss exchanged glances, and decided to continue with someone else.

"Reid, what did the Ripper do next for the double murder?" Hotch folded his arms, leaning sideways against the wall, watching Tibideaux through the glass.

"He disfigured and mutilated Mary Kelly in her bachelor pad, knowing no one would recognize her, and that was considered his worst murder ever," Reid replied quickly.

"Because he was slowly torturing his victims undisturbed before killing them," Morgan said. "Maybe we're not too late."

Hotch said, "Williams, go and try."

"No problem, but I need his information. I have some guesses about his family background."

"Garcia can help."

Oliver took out his phone and realized that he didn't have the phone numbers of the bau team members, "umm...what's Garcia's phone number?"

"Use mine." Morgan handed him his phone.

"Hello, this is the treasure trove of the Queen of Geniuses. Does my knight have any treasures she wants?" Garcia was always so energetic.

"It's me, Williams."

"Hey, why do you use Morgan's number again, little prince?" Garcia was puzzled.

"Well," Oliver was a little embarrassed, working in the same team for three days but still not having a team member's phone number, "I didn't save your phone number."

"Hmm, this is not a good habit, but don't worry, I will send everyone's phone number to your phone."

"Thank you my queen, but I want you to check someone's family background for me, Tibideaux." When chatting with Garcia, you must always pay attention to what you want to ask, otherwise you will chat with this lovely lady. Run to the other side of the ocean.

"No problem," came the crisp sound of typing on the keyboard on the other end of the phone. Oliver envied Garcia's hand speed in his heart. You must know that he has always been defeated by hand speed in games no matter in his previous life or in this life. As for him completely giving up this hobby, an old man like him who is in his sixties should play the old man's game,

"Well, little prince, the father of Mr. Tibideaux is a businessman. The rich businessman looks like a high-class person. His mother died early. It seems that his family has neglected him. His resume looks beautiful on the surface, but it is great. The Queen will never forget the encrypted file, that's really bad."

Oliver confirmed his conjecture, "Garcia, look up the financial situation of Police Officer Smitty in New Orleans around Lent nine years ago."

"Nine years ago, that's a long time ago. I hope the electronic files of the Bank of New Orleans are complete enough at that time," Garcia said. Let me see who made the transfer. Oh my God, it's Tibideaux's father!"

"Thank you." Oliver hung up the phone.

Oliver took out a pair of half-rim glasses from his bag and put them on, patted the hem of the suit to smooth out the wrinkles, and opened the door to go in.

Whether he was in the CIA in the past or the FBI now, Oliver is used to wearing formal clothes at work, black suit and white shirt all year round, the only thing that may change a bit is his tie.

Unfortunately, he was wearing a black tie today, paired with those glasses and the corners of his mouth, giving him a serious and boring elite look.

As for why you wear glasses with you? Oliver wore glasses as thick as a beer bottle in his previous life, but in this life his eyes are very good. A pair of plain glasses is only used to shape the image, as it is now.

Oliver held the photo of the Ripper victim in his hand, pulled out the stool and sat at the table, with his back straight and meticulous.

Tibideaux looked up at him, then quickly lowered his head again, his intertwined fingers moved uneasily, he held his breath for a while, and as if making up his mind, he took his hands back from the table and put them on his knees , Subconsciously stay away from the person in front of you.

"Tibideaux, look up, I need to ask you something." There was no emotion in Oliver's tone.

Tibideaux didn't move.

"Tibideaux," he said emphatically, "you're a good boy, don't lie."

That cold "good boy" made his body tremble, forcing himself to raise his head. Tibideaux couldn't see Oliver's eyes, and the reflection of those lights on the lenses made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave for a moment. He could almost believe how cold those eyes hidden behind the lenses were, like his own father.

Oliver put the pictures of the victims in front of him one by one. "She killed these men. I'm sure she will kill the people she really wants to kill in her own way. It's only a matter of time."

"Now, do you remember her name?"

"Danlin, SarahDanlin." He swallowed, "I, can I go now?"

Oliver glanced at him blankly, leaving him with a back view that didn't bother him.

With this level of monsters, Oliver can beat up to a thousand or eight hundred monsters without using his ability, which is really no sense of accomplishment.

"We've got the name, Sarah Danlin. I need the address." ** Immediately went to call Gracia.

"1141 Sherman Avenue, she seems to be a medical student, but she has dropped out."

"Let me guess, 1998, February."

"Yes."

Hotch, Gideon, and Oliver were in the same car, and Oliver huddled in the back seat to check his gun.

"First arrest, nervous?" Gideon broke the silence.

"Huh?" Oliver stopped what he was doing, "Although I did kill terrorists, I still sit in an office most of the time, but it's okay."

Because I have suppressed the soaring adrenaline to death, Oliver feels that now he is calm and can tell criminals the core values ​​​​of socialism a hundred times.

"Do you think she's still doing this murder in her own house? I remember Jack the Ripper killing Mary in the hotel," Oliver said. "If she's strictly modeled on Jack the Ripper, we should go in a different direction."

"Let Gracia check her credit card records," Hotch said.

"Okay." Oliver took the initiative to accept the job.

"Garcia said her credit card was charged at the Dynasty Jewel Hotel, just tonight."

Hotch turned the steering wheel and immediately turned around, and turned on the siren again "Tell Morgan to go to Danlin's house first, and if there is no one else, go to the Dynasty Jewel Hotel."

Oliver couldn't have been more grateful for Garcia's phone number.

When Oliver watched Criminal Minds before, he always felt that Morgan was responsible for bau's kicking the door, but today he found that Hotch kicking the door is also very handsome.

"Fbi!"

Sarah Danlin tied the victim's hands to the head of the bed with cloth strips, and she sat on the man in a red dress.If you ignore the knife on the man's bare chest and the bloody dagger in Danlin's hand, this is a very interesting picture.

But the smell of blood in the air and the distorted expression on Danlin's face only made people feel extremely dangerous. She still pressed the dagger against the victim's neck, and she didn't need any strength from her. Maybe it was just a hand trembling. This poor and hateful The man's neck will turn into a small fountain of red.

"Put down your knife." Hotch pointed his gun at her.

When Oliver rushed in, he circled to the side of the bed, pointed the gun at Sarah Danlin, no longer controlled adrenaline, and the muscles under the suit were tense, ready to strike at any time.

"He wanted it, and he got it." Danlin said slowly, with hysterical self-mockery.

"Put the knife down." Oliver emphasized again.

"We need EMTs right now," Hotch whispered into the intercom on his wrist.

Oliver turned his head and gave him a questioning look, and Hotch gave him an affirmative look.

? ? ?What do you want to express my friend? ? ? Oliver was even more puzzled.

Danlin was also attracted, and turned his head with a smirk, "What are you waiting for?"

"Miss, we don't want to shoot," Oliver said.

"It's a shame to miss an opportunity like this." She was almost crying. "You want to?"

"All I want is for you to put the knife down."

"Don't do this, don't struggle," she said to Oliver, and it seemed to herself.

"Sarah, we don't want to hurt you."

Sarah froze when he heard his name, Hotch glanced at Oliver again, well, Oliver couldn't possibly not understand this time.

The seat Oliver had chosen was perfect for Seizure.So, in order to avoid going off, Oliver dropped the gun in his hand, jumped up unexpectedly, grabbed Danlin's hands, and dragged her off the bed.

Morgan and William Lamontagne Jr. also came.

Danlin was still struggling, she roared, her eyes were watery and scarlet, she probably remembered that day nine years ago, when fear and anger escaped, Oliver was in a daze, and he increased the strength in his hand.

William suddenly put down the gun in his hand. He approached and said, "Sarah, I'm William Lamontagne Jr. Do you know my father?"

She stopped, frowning and recalling something, "Yes."

"You trust him, so trust me too." Little William turned sideways to discern her expression.

"Where is he?" Danlin's voice trembled.

"Killed in the hurricane."

Danlin's tears finally slid down his cheeks.

"Comeon, it's over." Little William held out his hand to her.

Danlin let the knife fall from his hands helplessly, and little William picked her up from Oliver's arms. When she wiped her tears with bloody hands, more tears poured out and fell on her red skirt. It was a deeper red.

The others finally put down their guns.

Oliver was the last one to go out. He walked quietly in the shadow of the lamp, and no one could see his expression clearly.

At the last moment, when Sarah burst into tears, his eyes filled with tears.

That's the downside of his ability, Oliver rolled his eyes, it's not good.