[Zhongyingmei] That snake

"Is the whole story a lie, or are you just making up parts of it?" Morgan asked.

"There was indeed a woman living in that house, whose name is unknown. It is also true that she was abandoned by her husband when she was pregnant. But there was no such thing as cutting her stomach open after committing suicide. She just disappeared, together with her Children under the age of five. This happened more than twenty years ago, so Lily and her generation didn't know much about it, so they were fooled.

Landean, I thought you knew about this? said Oliver.

Landean smiled awkwardly.

"We might need to go and have a look at that house," Rossi said.

"No problem, I know the way." Oliver replied, "Landean, is it okay for you to stay at the police station for the time being?"

"Then, what about the wolf den in that place?" Landean expressed worry.

"It's just a few wolves, what are you afraid of? Didn't you also go up the mountain with your family during the hunting season? Let me think about it, you were about 15 years old at that time? Even a brown bear dared to go up to it. It makes no sense to be afraid of a wolf now."

Then I was scared to cry by the brown bear's cry. Landean silently completed the second half of the sentence in his heart, which reminded him of childhood shadows.

When he was scared and cried by the brown bear, Oliver and Lim happened to pass by, and then he watched. Under Lim's command, Oliver rushed up with a hunting knife, pushed him aside, and then slashed open the brown bear's belly with a long knife.

It's not a plot where a hero saves the beauty, because the boy who was frightened and cried was quickly laughed at. It wasn't Oliver, but Lily who was only a few years old at that time.

It's just a shadow of childhood.

Hotch, Oliver, Morgan, Prentiss.Drive together to the cottage.

The mountains that Kolya is backed by are long but not wide.

Relatively speaking, there are more wild beasts in this area, but there are fewer common prey such as wild deer and wild boar. Hunters who are not fully sure will not venture to this mountain.

Therefore, the road leading to the middle of the mountain is covered with fallen leaves and scale, and has not been repaired for decades. The road is getting narrower and narrower under the erosion of nature.

Kudos to Morgan for his driving skills, so they didn't drive the car into the gutter, which would destroy the bunny's hidden little home.

There was no parking space in front of the house, so Morgan turned the car around and parked directly in the middle of the road.Anyway, there won't be any vehicles passing by here, so don't worry about blocking the road.

Most of the stones on the gravel road leading to the door have been pecked away by birds, leaving the concrete floor with pits, and the pits are covered with dark brown moss.

Looking up, the white walls of the house are about to be mottled and peeled off, but the gray wall structure is covered by dense ivy and unknown green climbing plants.

In the garden where traces can be vaguely seen, there are wild roses with delicate flower buds, which have not yet reached the season of blooming.

But the tree that brought her a deep shade has reached the window on the second floor, and there are some colors hidden among the green leaves.

It was an apple tree. Prentiss looked up at the fruit that was no bigger than a fist.

This may be a relic left by the owner when he arranged the garden, and it has become like this after decades of stocking.Presumably the apples on the tree must be sour and astringent now.

The door is not locked.

Hotch walked ahead and pushed open the door.The mountain is damp, and moss and fungi have grown on the corners of the door.The sound of rusty metal rubbing against each other sent goosebumps up one's arms.

The floor inside the house is made of wood.After many years, these wooden floors will inevitably rattle under load.

The interior structure of the house is very simple. Entering the door is the living room. Walking through the living room, you can see the kitchen and dining room, as well as the stairs leading to the bedrooms on the second floor.

What would a decades-old house be like?The first, of course, is dust.As for other situations, it depends on where the house is built.

For such a wooden house in the mountains, the result is simple, there are nests of flying birds by the windows, and the droppings left by bats were found in the drain.The gophers dug holes in the wooden boards in the corners of the first floor, allowing them to come and go freely inside and outside the house.

After scanning the layout of the living room, Oliver went straight to the kitchen which was connected to the dining room.

The kitchen is the place that best reflects a family.It can tell you without any concealment, the family's economic status, hygiene habits, working hours, family composition, and the relationship between the host and hostess.

Apparently, the kitchen belonged to a single mother.Although the kitchen utensils were covered with dust at one time, the seasonings and cutlery were neatly arranged.

The seasoning box is not full, it looks like a box cut out of a can.

The kitchen is often used, and the hostess is very budget-conscious and good at living. With the traces of the garden and the living room being carefully taken care of, she has no reason to commit suicide.

But the strange thing is that there are chopping boards and kitchen knives on the table, and the spatula has not been removed from the stove on the iron pot rack.

Oliver took out his rubber gloves and rubbed his fingers lightly on the inner wall of the pot.

greasy.It appears that the hostess, when leaving, did not wash the used dishes.

But judging from the placement of other tableware, the hostess should not be such a careless person.

She left in a hurry due to some accident, probably not voluntarily.

The other three people from BAU were checking the dishes on the table in the restaurant.

There are a total of two sets of knives and forks, placed facing each other, one of which is larger and the other is smaller, which should be one for adults and one for children.

In the middle of the dining table is a soup pot and two porcelain plates.The food on the plate has been carbonized and blackened, and it is impossible to recognize what it is, but it is certain that the hostess and her children left the place before eating, and never came back.

"Basically unchanged from what I saw at the time." Oliver walked up to Hotch. "The mistress and her children left the house due to an accident, perhaps not voluntarily."

"When we came in, the door was unlocked." Hotch checked the door lock. Although the brass lock was rusted, it could still be used and would not open with a single push. "Is this the same situation when you came?"

Oliver was upright, and found that he had missed this detail, and rummaged through the old memories in his mind.He frowned and said affirmatively: "When I came, the door was blown open by the wind, and it really created the atmosphere of a haunted house."

That is to say, the door was never locked from the beginning.

"Whoever found Mistress missing opened this door?" Prentiss asked.

"Very few people come here," Oliver shook his head. "If I remember correctly, they said they found the owner missing because she hadn't gone shopping in town for a long time. People in the town once I came up the mountain to take a look from a distance, and left after finding no one. So this place has almost remained the same as when the hostess left."

So what could make a single woman leave the house before dinner without closing the door?

"Child. She has a child." Prentiss had a flash of inspiration. "This child also disappeared with his mother. He is about five years old and has the ability to walk independently and a certain IQ. A child at this age is active and playful. His mother probably didn't find him before the meal, so she ran into the mountains to look for her son."

"Few people come to this mountain, so my mother is not worried about any accidents with the door open." Morgan continued, "But accidents do happen, not in the open house, but in the wild."

Listening to the analysis of several people, Oliver paced slowly in the restaurant, stepping on a certain rhythm, and lightened the strength on his feet, so that the wooden board only made the sound of a single leather shoe hitting the floor.

He caught a glimpse of something surprising.

At the first corner from the escalator, there is a glass window on the wall. The glass looks ordinary, but it looks old in the wind and sun.

What attracted Oliver's attention was the shape of the glass window, which was almost round glass, like a soft and easy-to-shape thing that was partially pushed away by a rubber ball.

But the hardness and softness of glass have nothing to do with each other.

Oliver remembered that when he visited the house last time, he visited the whole house, but he didn't see such a post-modern artistic glass shape.

It reminded him of Lily's abilities.

Let me ask, apart from Lily's ability beyond ordinary people's imagination, is there any other way to change the glass into this way?

There is Magneto in this world, but there is no Glass King.

Hotch noticed where Oliver had been staring, and he followed Oliver's gaze to notice the strangeness.

Hotch walked up the stairs carefully, and the three team members prayed in their hearts that this old staircase would not collapse accidentally.

He walked to the platform at the corner, and the piece of glass only made his gaze stay for a few seconds longer, and he didn't associate it with other places.However, he found something else interesting. A small board had been trampled on the ground under the window.

Lifted and broken boards and wood chips were not removed.The deep hole is not big, it is a square shape.

The other three team members stepped very carefully and walked up to Hotch.

Thank God.The stairs just creaked a few times as usual, and there was no sign of shaking and collapsing.

"If this is left by the mistress, she must have encountered some emergency situation." Morgan said, "The shape is a bit strange, as if someone hit it with a square hammer."

"I don't think it was left by the mistress," Oliver squatted down, eye level with Hotch, and used the small tweezers he carried with him to pick out a small piece of black rubber sole from the hole, with some small and Intricate patterns, roses, scissors and long swords are intertwined on the shield surrounded by thorny vines.

"Someone else was here." Oliver looked firmly into Hotch's brown eyes.

Hotch blinked, waiting for his next words.