[Zhongyingmei] That snake

The road they chose shuttles between the plains, and they can see the intersection of heaven and earth at a glance. At the end of the field on both sides, there are occasional gray-blue distant mountains like waves, but the field in front of them is mixed with the withered grass of the winter of the previous year. Yellow and the green of the new weeds this spring.

The sun shines unobstructed, and the shadow of the car is cast on the cement road.There were very few vehicles passing by, which made Oliver feel that the desertedness of this road was comparable to that of Wolf Trap.

There are no curves, no ups and downs, no vehicles and traffic lights that need to be avoided, just step on the accelerator to let the wheels go straight to the endless sky.

Oliver turned his head to look at Hotch. The morning sun was still in the east, and it happened to shine on Mr. Agent’s side face through the glass window. The sun in spring is not like summer, even if it is directly exposed, it will not feel hot, nor like winter. The weakness, but the warmth soaked into the bones.

"What's wrong, you keep staring at me?" Hotch was still staring ahead, but he could feel Oliver's gaze on him.

In fact, people's field of vision is wider than we imagined, but some unimportant things are automatically ignored by the brain. A person can find things outside the range of his peripheral vision because of the cooperation of the five senses and the emphasis on attention. , the brain accepts these information that are placed in important positions.

"In this barren place, who else can I look at but you?" Oliver smiled with his eyes bent, the sun was shining on Hotch's side face, and part of it fell into his lake green eyes, floating with light gold.

Hotch turned his head just in time to see this scene, "Oliver…"

Oliver interrupted him, looking straight at him, "I don't even believe this is the reason."

"Hotch, I love you."

Outside the window was the sound of hunting wind, the speed of the car was very fast, the sound of wind covered the breathing of the two of them, and where only one sound sounded continuously, everything would be set off to be extraordinarily quiet.

Hotch didn't turn his head, and remained silent without any movement, but the steering wheel in his hand was getting tighter and tighter.

Then, they nearly flipped over.

It was a real rollover, and if Oliver hadn't jumped on Hotch's lap and pulled the steering wheel back, the SUV would have rolled over into the grass next to the road even if it had escaped being blown up.

After the little accident was over, Hotch resumed his straight-faced look at the road, and Oliver quietly threw himself back on the chair.

The sun slowly leaped into the middle of the sky, and the golden sunlight shone into the compartment through the windshield. Everything in the air was revealed, and the flying dust and the fluff of the fabric became transparent.

Occasionally, you can see the shadow of a falcon cast on the field, and the big bird flaps its wings, watching the black car blowing dust away on the straight road.

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What do you think when you come home and see the velvety blood-red water spilling from the bathroom door?

Some people may think of the long-haired female ghost with a bloody mouth in horror movies who got out of the bathtub, and the blood on the corners of her lips dripped down with the water in the bathtub.

It's a pity that Hotch doesn't watch horror movies, but the crime scenes he has seen are much more bloody than horror movies.

So when he saw this scene, his first thought was to draw a gun, but then he thought about it, everything in the house was as usual, there was no sign of criminals breaking into the house, and only Oliver was at home alone.

Hotch knocked on the bathroom door, "Oliver, what are you doing?"

"Hotch?" Oliver's voice pierced through, "Wait a minute, I'm changing the medicine."

Dressing? Hotch's temples twitched, and whoever changed the dressing could change it like the scene of bleeding during surgery.Yes, Hotch has now opened the bathroom door, and saw Oliver shirtless, with blood on his back, water mixed with blood and turning pale pink, slipping from the open wound, and black trousers were stained with water .

Hotch looked over as he paused, and saw that the white sink was full of bright red gauze, and the shower that had been removed and placed in the sink was still dripping.

Oliver is very helpless now. All injuries during missions need to be included in the report. Although there is no need to go to the hospital to change the dressing, he will be checked every once in a while, which prevents him from directly using his ability to restore the wound.

After all, no matter how good a normal person's body repair ability is, it is impossible to make a deep and visible bone wound intact within a few days.

So when he was changing the dressing, he accidentally tore off the wound that had hard-fought to form a thin layer of scab. As soon as the blood flowed, this scene of a suspected murder scene appeared.

Hotch looked around the messy bathroom, "Do you need to go to the hospital?"

"No, going to the hospital is the same as applying some medicine and patching a piece of gauze." Oliver pulled out a far-fetched smile.

"I'll help you."

Before Oliver could reply, Hotch had already taken the medicine bottle in his hand and walked behind him.

"Well, good." Oliver held the edge of the sink with his hands, his back slightly arched, and the rolling blood beads left traces all the way on the skin, just outlining the clear lines of the back muscles.

Hotch first dabbed the blood on Oliver's back little by little with the few surviving dry gauze, and then tore off the few pieces of gauze that Oliver hadn't finished removing.

"Hiss." Oliver gasped, sighing secretly that he was the one who committed the crime.It is much more painful to tear off the medical tape than any open wound.

Hotch raised his head and looked at the mirror in front of him. The mist rising from the hot water gradually receded, leaving only mist on the corners of the mirror. He saw Oliver buried his head in the mirror, and the end of his long hair was wet with water, forming a lock The look of a strand.

"Hold on." Hotch's Adam's apple twitched.

"It's okay, you continue." Oliver said in a muffled voice.

This gave Hotch the illusion that he was bullying the golden retriever, and the golden retriever still slapped its paws and dared not move.Swiping away the thoughts in his heart, Hotch eased the movement of his hands.

The cotton swab was covered with light green ointment, and the ointment slowly covered the tender red wound, and a trace of coolness gradually penetrated through the broken openings on the skin.

Oliver bit the tip of his tongue, mobilizing his ability to suppress the physical agitation caused by both psychological and neurological reasons.

Fortunately, Hotch's speed was very fast. After pasting the last piece of gauze, he looked at Oliver's wet pants in embarrassment.

The wet spots on the trousers were only darker in color, barely visible blood, but Hotch knew how much blood was mixed in these water spots, because his white shirt was also stained with some dark pink on the belly area Water stains.

"I'll get you a suit."

"Thank you."

Although Hotch and Oliver have lived under the same roof for several months, Hotch rarely enters Oliver's room.

The room is very tidy, with a bed, a desk, and a row of wardrobes.The desk is placed against the window sill, which is different from the arrangement in the study. Under the window of the study is an extremely soft sofa, which is covered with fluffy blankets all year round.

The weather was gloomy, and the grayish-yellow light was scattered on the empty table. Like all Oliver's tables, there were almost no decorations on the table, except for a lamp and a small square box standing diagonally.

Hotch realizes that he knows Oliver's daily habits like the back of his hand, so he's a little surprised when he sees an extra box on the table.

According to Oliver's habit, one lamp on his desk is enough, such as the desk in BAU's office, such as his study.

Hotch walked closer to the desk and saw the contents of the box, a watch.

It was given to Oliver by Hotch as a return gift for Christmas, and he found that Oliver had taken off the old watch, but he had never seen Oliver wear it.

This is a mechanical watch that needs to be wound up from time to time. The golden pointer slides smoothly on the dial, and the time is accurate, which shows that the owner is always paying attention to him.

It's not that Hotch is unaware of Oliver's feelings, but...

He rubbed between his brows, turned around and picked out a set of clothes from the closet and sent them to the bathroom.

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Life and work are as usual. Oliver doesn't know what Hotch's attitude is, but he knows his own attitude, which is very simple, that is, 'the revolution has not yet succeeded, and comrades still need to work hard. '

There was another thing that made Oliver exhausted. The BAU team encountered a "heart-puncher", and Oliver suspected that the unsub was a mutant.

The cases of mutants and superpowers are not under the control of BAU, and the case of Dr. Octopus brought by Natasha is purely his willfulness.But now that the case is on Hotch's desk, it's proof that the people at the top who screened the case didn't realize it.

And the BAU team members are now conducting various profiling attempts to find out the tools used by unsub, not just digging out the heart, lungs and kidneys, what kind of internal organs have you never seen a serial killer?The bloody level of this case is not worth mentioning among the cases handled by BAU.

But the wound on the heart of the deceased was very strange, and it was difficult to find a tool that could cause such a wound.

The case took place in Atlanta, Georgia. There have been three deaths so far, all of which had their hearts ripped out of their bodies.That's right, the forensic report said pulling, not cutting.