[Zhongyingmei] That snake

BSU Office

"Oliver, you don't look well." Prentiss was passing by the door and stopped when she saw Oliver's clothes coming towards her.

Oliver touched a layer of stubble on his chin, "Is that what you mean?"

"Not just your sudden beard, but also your dark circles, you seem tired."

Oliver shrugged nonchalantly, "I think I can overwhelm a CIA team with my energy now."

When he got up to wash in the morning, Oliver looked at himself in the mirror, his eyes were black and blue, and there was a fluffy stubble on his chin.

After thinking about it for a while, he simply put down the razor he just picked up, and used his ability to deepen the dark circles under his eyes and make the beard grow more obvious.

After all, this is more in line with the temperament of the crazy and decadent researcher revealed between the lines in the article I wrote.

When was the last time you looked so decadent?

Oh, remembered.

The CIA caught two guys who wanted to make trouble, and one of them escaped after being escorted back, which made everyone in the office turn upside down, and Oliver was very tired.

He also didn't have the energy to interrogate another prisoner with a majestic look, so he simply had a deep exchange with the prisoner with a depressed face.

The content of the conversation can be roughly summarized as: CIA has no conscience and still squeezes employees, or let's run together.

Successfully let the prisoner put Oliver into his camp.

Oliver did help the prisoner escape from the CIA cell, and the prisoner was fooled by the appearance of a low-level miserable person who Oliver hated the CIA but was powerless to resist. He believed Oliver wholeheartedly. Take him directly to their base.

According to the information given by the CIA before, these people are just a small gang, but they are hiding in a relatively hidden way.

The CIA agents looked at the information sent by the locator on Oliver's body, indicating that their base was located in a barren mountain, and they were going to send more people to reinforce Oliver.

The advance personnel have sent back the news that the base blew up.

Afterwards, Oliver looked at the incident recorder who was listening to his explanation process with a masked face, with a smirk on his face.

He was also very helpless, he thought it was just a few young people holding a few guns, who would have thought that there were only a few people, and they made a lot of homemade bombs.

So Oliver simply turned against the internal staff and caused internal strife, letting their own family blow up their base to the sky, and ran out leisurely by himself.

"I think this is more suitable for those little fish in the shadows, and the work will be more convincing." Oliver said.

Prentiss looked at his face a few times, "It does look like that, but to be honest, you look more like a punk youth who rebelled against his parents and mothers and went to the underground street to play rock and roll."

"Maybe you should add some black eye shadow and gold glitter to the eye sockets, like your hair color, instead of just a black circle under the eyes," Prentiss quipped.

"Oh," Oliver wailed, "I'm not as rebellious as you were when you were young."

He still remembers that ** took out a photo of Prentiss in a smoky rock style when she was a girl, which is completely in line with her mature and capable style of painting now.

The team members were surprised to grow up and look at their mouths, and what is even more surprising is that Prentiss directly forgot the existence of this photo and this look.

Prentiss coughed and decided to bring his black history, "**** has already contacted the anti-mafia team. After sunset, there will be an undercover agent over there to talk to us and take the two of us to a person named Crow." .”

"No problem." Oliver asked, "What are other people doing now? I mean, is there anything I can do with this spare time?"

"Reid and Rossi are going through the BSU files. Regarding the Chesapeake Ripper, the BSU is really determined to catch him."

Oliver nodded, it seems that Crowfrod came to Hotch just now for this question.

"Agent Williams." A voice suddenly came from behind Oliver.

"Will." Oliver said in surprise.

Will looked up and casually glanced at the dark circles and huza on Oliver's face, not paying much attention.Maybe he was embarrassed to ask this question, or maybe he just didn't think it was important. After all, didn't he himself have a beard all day long, with dark circles under his eyes like a national treasure?

In a sense, Oliver and Will are now sympathetic.

"Well," Will nodded, and swallowed the title of Detective Williams, "Oliver, is the BAU team going to join the Chesapeake Ripper investigation?"

Since Jack brought Will back to BAU from the podium of the FBI Academy, every seemingly unconnected case he handled seemed to be related to the Chesapeake Ripper, using the murder of young girls as raw materials. Jacob Hobbes, who fills every inch of the wall and every pillow in the house, is the starting point. He feels that the ever-lingering shadow of the Chesapeake Ripper will also fill his whole life, from the beginning to the end.

Oliver and Prentiss looked at each other, "I think so."

The BAU team always has the principle of not rejecting any case that hits its hands. What's more, Jack Crowfrod, the director of the BSU, as the biggest obstacle, has already taken the initiative to discuss this issue with Hotch. The team may investigate the Chesapeake Ripper and the Kenny Diner's case.

Will pursed his lips, and the dark brown curly hair on his forehead cast a few silhouettes in his gray-green eyes, "Do you know Able Gideon?"

Oliver tentatively recalled the man from previous memories, a serial killer Will had talked about when he first met Hannibal.

"The serial killer identified by the director of the mental hospital as the Chesapeake Ripper."

"Yes. The Chesapeake Ripper is not convinced by our knowledge. His committing crimes again makes us confirm that Gideon is not the Chesapeake Ripper, but I think he has at least seen the real Ripper."

"Why do you think so?" Oliver frowned, and Will straightened his neck when he talked about this question, extremely excited.

"I don't know, it's a gut feeling, maybe it's a gut feeling that comes from my empathy, I don't even know if I should trust it, because I feel like the Chesapeake Ripper is very close to me, but I think When I wanted to grasp the characteristics, identity, and name of this person in my consciousness, he suddenly disappeared again."

Of course he's with you, Oliver sighed, trying to change the subject, "Is your treatment with Hannibal still going on?"

Oliver found that the situation of Will he met this time did not seem to be as good as he had imagined.

Although Oliver has secretly solved his encephalitis problem, Will is still in a trance.

Just like now, he stared at the empty wall opposite, his fingers trembling constantly, like the left hand of a violinist violating the strings.

"Will?" Prentiss asked tentatively, taking a step forward.

"Yes," Will was taken aback by Prentiss when he raised his head, and he took a step back unconsciously. He was not used to keeping the distance from the opposite sex beyond the safe value, even if the other party did not have any malicious intentions.

Will looked at Oliver as if asking for help, "Hannibal felt that my illness still needs to be treated, and prescribed some medicine for me. I don't know what the effect of those medicines are, but I slept a little better at night. I should go. "

"The Ripper committed another crime?"

"No. Abigail wants to see me. In winter, the river will freeze. Abigail wants to use this time to play fly fishing again." Will talked about this girl with big eyes like a doll At that time, the tone subconsciously softened.

"Abigail?" Oliver wondered, "Is it the daughter of Jacob Hobbes, the Shrike of Minnesota?"

"Yes. I...Jacob died. I adopted Abigail with Hannibal and we wanted to give her a family again."

"Don't blame yourself too much. At least, she has two dads now." Oliver felt that the second half of his sentence was weird, but he really felt that there was some chemistry between Hannibal and Will that went beyond the category of friends.

"I should go." Will coughed softly, not knowing how to answer.

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Next, Oliver took the written article, discussed and revised some sentences and conclusions with Reid, Jimmy, and Brian.

While Rossi, Morgan, and Prentiss sat on the sidelines studying the behavior patterns of the Chesapeake Ripper.

"Oliver!" ** rushed in hastily.

"what happened?"

**Opened her mouth to say something, but failed to organize her words. She took a deep look at Oliver and said, "Come here to watch the news."

For no apparent reason, Oliver followed ** to another office where a TV was playing and various files were placed. This was where ** worked and sorted out materials.

The rest of the BAU team followed.

"What's this? A trailer for a new sci-fi movie?"

Morgan watched the laser flashing scene on the screen, the explosion mixed with the screams of the crowd, as well as the sound of the wind recorded by the host's radio microphone and the kicking of the host's high-heeled shoes. A kind of torture.

The hostess wiped the sweat from her brow and reappeared in front of the camera, "We can now see the attacking Chitauri people fighting superheroes, the man in the sky wearing gold and red armor is Iron Man Tony Stark, and , Captain America on my left back..."

"No. It's not." ** said anxiously, "This is New York now, and aliens are really attacking Manhattan."

Oliver stared at the screen. Although these Chitauri were numerous, they were about to enter a disadvantage.

In my mind, I quickly analyzed the images scanned by the camera lens just now. Judging from the current combat effectiveness of the superheroes, this chaos will end soon, but ** specially called his name to let him come, there must be others s reason.

**Watching the TV screen waiting for the next picture, "Just keep watching..."

The cameraman ran while holding the camera while avoiding the attack, which made the picture shake constantly.The fearlessness of journalists at times like this is truly admirable.

But Oliver didn't have the heart to think about this question at all, he saw a person.

**Pause the TV picture.

In the lower right corner of the screen, there is a black-haired girl with her arms crossed, facing the Chitauri star in a strange posture, and the Chitauri man's arm presents an unscientific arc.

"This is Lily." Oliver was stunned, his eyes suddenly lost focus, and the TV screen blurred and doubled for an instant.

"I think so." ** grasped the remote control panel in his hand.

Oliver closed his eyes hard, and focused on the screen again, "Can I go back to the live broadcast?"