[Zhongyingmei] That snake

"Do you think the Koh-i-Noor in the showcase is fake?" Kate was dragged to a corner of the office by Oliver.

"I don't think so, but I'm sure the Koh-i-Noor crown is a fake," Oliver said.

"I believe you, but how are you going to explain it to the people in the museum? We have no evidence, no surveillance video, and no fingerprints."

"There is no need to explain for the time being. Let them take out the crown of the Koh-i-Noor for a test and tell them that we have this conjecture."

"Okay." Kate took a sip of the coffee in her hand, "If that's the case, what about Tutankhamun's golden crown? It's also fake?"

"The golden crown is real. There was infighting among the murderers, and that bloody handprint only appeared once, didn't it?"

"I see. I'll go talk to the people at the museum."

Kate made a phone call outside the office, and Hotch explained Oliver's conjecture to the team.

"You mean all they want to do is steal the Koh-i-Noor, and the corpses there are just a cover?" Morgan sat at the table, holding a pen in his hand, "But theft and murder are not on the same level at all. Killing and mutilating these victims to cover up the theft complicates their crimes too much."

"I was thinking," Oliver walked over, putting his hands on the edge of the table, "it's not a group of people who kill and steal, or a whole group, and most of their work is responsible for killing and dismembering corpses, but Stealing is just an extra task this time, not their main job."

"Are you ready to do a preliminary profile?" Hotch asked, "First communicate the deduced situation first, and then make the next inference on this basis."

"Guys." Kate opened the door and came in. "I've already contacted the museum, and they agreed. Relevant experts are already on their way to the museum."

"Thank you Kate." Hotch nodded. "Could you please call Inspector Lestrade in? We are going to do a preliminary profile, and Inspector Lestrade will come alone."

"Okay, no problem." Kate reluctantly agreed, and before she entered the office, she backed out and called Inspector Lestrade in.

"Is there any progress?" Lestrade put the phone back in his bag, walking hurriedly.

"The specific information needs to be confirmed by the museum." Hotch looked at Lestrade, "But we have a new direction, and we can make a preliminary profile. You can listen to it."

"Have you been able to draw a preliminary profile?" Lestrade's eyes widened in shock.

"It's just a rough estimate and needs to be further refined."

"You guys are so fast, Sherlock just called me and said he wanted to come and get your opinion."

Of course, that's not what Sherlock said, probably the opposite.

"Can you wait a moment, I'll give him a call."

"No need, I'm right here." Sherlock's magnetic and recognizable voice and speed sounded from the door, "Good morning, gentlemen and ladies."

Compared with the dirty beggar in the morning, he has washed off all the disguise and put on his classic coat and scarf.

"Are you going to start profiling?" Although the words were a question, Sherlock pulled a stool from the table and sat down very naturally, "Come on John, sit down. Maybe what they say will be easier for you to listen to." understand."

John sat on Sherlock's left, glanced back at the agents with different expressions, and coughed, "Sherlock, how did you know they were going to start profiling?"

"Isn't it obvious? I called Gray earlier to tell him about my intentions, but he still has the phone in his hand, the screen has just gone off, and he hung up on the first call, but Now he has just turned on his phone and wants to call me. Then the only possibility is that the profiling will start immediately."

Hotch gave Oliver a look, beckoning him to start first.

"The Koh-i-Noor crown is a fake, the real crown has been taken away by the murderer."

"That's what Moriaty told you this morning?" Sherlock frowned.

"Almost," Oliver was not offended by Sherlock's sudden interruption, "this time the murderer didn't take the Koh-i-Noor as a symbolic trophy, the murderer committed two crimes, and their goal was directly at the Koh-i-Noor crown. "

"There is a bloody handprint in front of the golden crown from one of the murderers. It was left in the first crime, but the golden crown was not replaced. It was a special operation by one of the murderers. To remind us of the clues of the case, he feels guilty, but he can't stop. Because he may be threatening the murderer group, we may need to increase the estimate of the number of murderers because of this. This is by no means a small group of only three or five people. said Hotch.

"Not only do they have internal strife, but they also have internal responses in the museum." Sherlock said suddenly, "The door of the storage room is not just an electronic lock, there is also a layer of mechanical keys that need to be opened. This key is only held by the high-level personnel of the museum. One of them opened the door for them.

I checked the electronic records where they edited the museum's surveillance footage, a special software circulating among some criminal groups in Europe and North America, effective but highly computer-savvy and extremely expensive.What we cannot underestimate is not only their numbers, but also the various economic and political means at their disposal. "

"The value of the Koh-i-Noor is very high, but according to Mr. Holmes' deduction, they cannot form a team just to steal this item. This group should be some kind of underground organization or operatives, and their crimes are for pure interests,” Rossi said.

"It's not going to be some type of gangster or mercenary," Prentiss said. "They're fighting for money, but there's never anything like guilt."

"Why don't you think about those corpses?" Reid bit his pen, "Discarded internal organs and corpses that lost eyes, horns, and membranes. If this is an underground organization and their main business is this, what exactly is their job? Killing Club?"

"I was investigating a missing persons case before. It should have been committed by a trafficking gang in Europe, but at that time my clues disappeared when I tracked down the suburbs of London." Sherlock sat on the stool and stretched his legs. The trafficked people are not alive or dead. I even checked the transaction information on the dark web, and none of them showed up. If we connect these two things together."

"Don't care about their appearance, or their identities," John whispered, "but take their body parts, what is this? Trafficking human organs?"

"My dear John, your little brain has finally come to its senses." Sherlock patted John's arm excitedly.

"If you follow this idea, then the remains left by the museum are just waste that needs to be disposed of. They are just using waste," Morgan wondered. "This can indeed explain why the murderer dismembered the body very professionally, but a Why would an organ trafficking organization steal a collection from a museum."

"I think that bloody handprint reminds us not only that the Koh-i-Noor is fake." Oliver walked to the whiteboard thoughtfully, picked up a pen to write and draw, "It's impossible for his accomplices not to notice that he was alone Run under the golden mask and leave your handprints. This is a disciplined organization, they should know the particular reaction of this rebel in the team.

This is a human organ trafficking organization, so it is not a day or two to do this kind of work, and it is impossible for the rebel to feel guilty on the day he committed the crime. They should have known the special reaction of the rebel, but they are still Take him here, at great peril.This rebel was very important to them for this crime, so that they could not get rid of him, but had to bring him.

As a human organ trafficking organization, there is really no need for them to steal the Koh-i-Noor.But if there is a larger organization behind it, like the real tomb under Tutankhamun's fake tomb, there is a larger organization that is manipulating this crime, and the rebel knows this real organization. "

"His existence is related to some technical issues. We need to go to the museum to see the specific situation of the Koh-i-Noor."

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"Thank you for coming again." Along the way last time, several people met the supervisor of the storage room on the marble corridor, and he took them to the appraisal room. "However, you suspect that the Koh-i-Noor is a fake. This is impossible. The insurance system has not been touched, and our expert Leonard is inspecting it. So far, we have not found any signs that this is a fake crown."

It's bad enough that there's a murder in a museum, but it's even worse if it's also the scene of a theft.

"We know, but it's just in case." Hotch replied calmly.

"I also understand, that's why I asked Leonard to re-appraise. Come in, this is the appraisal room. This is Dr. Leonard, the museum's resident expert. He is in charge of this exhibition of cultural relics." The supervisor introduced.

Dr. Leonard is a slightly middle-aged male. He pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose to look away from the Koh-i-Noor crown, and put down the magnifying glass with his white-gloved hand.

He nodded cautiously at several people, and clenched his sleeves with his fingers.

"Dr. Leonard, tell these agents about the Koh-i-Noor. It's not a fake."

"How could it be a fake?" Leonard raised his voice, "Its dimensions, weight, and shape are exactly the same as the data on the measurement table, even the wear marks on the base are exactly the same. I swear to God, this is the real thing, the storage room The security system is not so bad that they don’t even know that the collection has been replaced.”

He swears by it.

However, Oliver could feel that he was very nervous now, whether it was the information from his body or the information displayed by his movements and facial expressions, there was even a slender drop of sweat across Leonard's forehead.

The strong light shone on the workbench, and the temperature was indeed quite high.

Oliver and Hotch exchanged glances, confirming the information.

Oliver found a pair of gloves from the toolbox by the table, walked over and asked politely, "Can I check this crown?"

He wanted to try to find if there were any special signs left by the murderer on it.

"Of course." Leonard moved sideways to make room for Oliver, but his eyes couldn't stop looking at the supervisor who was pulled aside by Hotch.

"Mr. Supervisor, can I have a list of those who have the combination and key to the vault?"

"You think there is an insider in the museum." The supervisor opened his eyes wide, "Impossible."

"It's just a matter of routine." Hotch sternly refused.

The supervisor pursed his lips, "There are very few people with keys. If you want to know, I can call people here now."

"No need for now, just write a list."

"Aaron." After checking the Koh-i-Noor crown, Oliver whispered in Hotch's ear, "That crown is indeed fake, and there is information left by the mutants on it."

"What do you want to do?"

"Send it to the laboratory for testing. Even if it is a copy and paste of the mutant ability, it is impossible to be exact"

Sherlock snatched the list written by the director first, "It's him, Dr. Leonard."

Sherlock dismissed the supervisor and led John over to Oliver and Hotch.

"Leonard does look a little nervous, but you can't say he's a suspect because of that." John didn't understand.

The big detective turned his head and stared at his short military doctor for a while, before speaking, "So I should be happy now that you can see that he is nervous? Don't forget what that organization does."

After hearing what Sherlock said, Hotch suddenly had a flash of inspiration and began to call the Queen of Computers on the other side of the Atlantic, "Garcia, I need you to check a person's medical records, Dr. Leonard, an expert from the British Museum."

"Okay sir," Garcia said bluntly, she didn't know how to joke with Hotch, but she just couldn't help it, "I thought you guys had forgotten about me."

Just when she thought there would be no answer from the other side, Hotch said, "No one will forget you."

"Wow!" Garcia screamed from the opposite side, "Sir, did Oliver teach you this? I have to say that you have made great progress."

Upon hearing this, Oliver frowned at Hotch.In daily life, Hotch is not a person who is so serious that the wrinkles between his brows can kill flies, but when it comes to work, it is indeed the case.

And Garcia is so sensitive that she is a little afraid of Hotch.

Garcia was still typing away on the other end of the phone, and Sherlock began his analysis, "Leonard's suit was newly tailored, from head to toe including the shirt. But his leather shoes were not, and the lines on the shoes had become unsightly." So obvious.

The strap on his wrist has an extra piece, and the color there is different from the rest of it, and he has gained a lot of weight in a short period of time.Seeing his gesture with the pliers, he is addicted to cigarettes, but now he does not carry any cigarettes in his pocket, and there are yellow marks of tar on his teeth. He has not smoked recently, and there are several pinholes on the back of his hand.

His weight gain is due to the effect of drugs, and the disease should be a lung disease, but it has been cured, otherwise he would not have ordered a red wine dinner at a French restaurant. You can see a receipt in his bag. "

At this time, Garcia also replied, "Dr. Leonard was diagnosed with lung cancer three months ago. He was treated in a public medical institution at first, but he was transferred to a private hospital for lung transplantation a month later. "

When deduction and technology are combined, they can play unexpected roles.

Looking at Dr. Leonard's medical records now, it's hard to say he had nothing to do with it.

But this was not a reason to arrest Leonard, and he was at best an accomplice, not the real murderer.

"Haven't you thought about a question?" John said suddenly, "If the murderer can replace the real crown with a crown that can be faked, why would he put those corpses there and take the kingdom away quietly? Is it not good?"

"Because the murderer knew that for some particular reason the crown would have to be found to be a fake, but because of the limbs he put down people wouldn't see the fake, they would just think it was a curse. It would throw the investigation completely off course. Instead, investigate in the direction of curse and witchcraft." Oliver said.

Before Hotch could negotiate with the supervisor to bring the Koh-i-Noor to Scotland Yard's laboratory for testing, a sudden change occurred.

There was a trace of smoke from the crown of the Koh-i-Noor. Leonard was standing aside with his back to the crown, so even though he was very close, it was Sherlock who first noticed the smoke from the crown.

But he didn't make a sound in a hurry, but waited for the smoke to get thicker and sparks came out of the crown before he reminded, "That crown is on fire."

"What!" screamed the supervisor.

Leonard quickly turned around to look at the burning crown, and said in a daze, "It's impossible." But he didn't make any movements, just watched the bright red flame on the crown getting bigger and bigger, almost approaching Its devoured.

The scorched black fragments slowly fell off the surface of the crown, touching one after another, shattering the crown that had been attacked by fire into ashes.

Oliver rushed over, grabbed the glass cover used to cover the collection and put a cover on the Koh-i-Noor crown.

After burning the exhausted air in the glass cover, the flame finally extinguished slowly, leaving only a little spark and the coke-like remains in the glass cover.

Logically speaking, only the top layer of purple velvet on the crown is flammable, and the rest of the metal gems should not be so. Moreover, Oliver can feel the temperature of the flame transmitted to the glass cover within the normal range, absolutely Not enough to melt the metal, but look at the part of the crown that used to belong to the metal bracket, it has been burned to pieces.

"Let the laboratory take this thing back for analysis." Oliver said to Lesrade, "Including the gas and ash inside, look at the constituent elements of this thing."

"Dr. Leonard?" Oliver turned his head and looked at Leonard with a questioning look, but unexpectedly Leonard yelled and rushed over.

"What have you done? Impossible, this shouldn't be happening now!"

Oliver reached out and tried to stop Leonard, whose facial muscles were twisted, but everyone underestimated his weight. Leonard threw Oliver directly, and Oliver took a few steps back. His center of gravity was unstable and he fell backwards, hitting his forehead on the table. Along the way, a bloodstain appeared impressively.And Leonard himself slammed onto the floor.

"Oliver." Hotch rushed over and helped Oliver who was trying to stand up by himself, "Are you okay?"

Oliver touched his forehead subconsciously, took his fingers off and looked at the sticky blood, "I'm a little dizzy." He drooped his head deeply, and exchanged a look with Hotch quietly.

Hotch felt something was wrong when he saw Oliver get knocked down so easily, not to mention he bled his own forehead, which was even more wrong, until he caught Oliver's eyes.

Hotch took out the handcuffs and pressed Leonard to the ground, "Mr. Leonard, you are now under arrest for assaulting the police."

Oliver just wanted to find a way to bring Leonard back to the police station, and when he entered the interrogation room of the police station, was he afraid that he would have nothing to say?

In fact, arresting this kind of thing should be handed over to Lestrade in the UK, but Lestrade was stopped by Sherlock and could only let Hotch handcuff Leonard and take him outside.

Lestrade didn't care about this kind of thing that others regarded as an usurpation of power, as long as the case could be resolved.

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Although interrogation rooms at Scotland Yard are not quite the same as those in the US, two-way glass is always standard.

Kate was talking with Leonard inside, and told Leonard that it was useless to call a lawyer for the situation of assaulting the police. If there was no problem, he could be released after dozens of hours of detention, and let him stay calm.

"Who's going to interrogate him?" Lestrade looked at BAU, Sherlock was standing next to him, but he didn't intend to let this freak be the chief interrogator, no matter whether he could get information or not, Sherlock would be able to piss people off first.

"Let Oliver go," Hotch said.

"Detective Williams? Is his injury okay?" Lestrade was a little worried. He originally wanted Williams to go to the hospital for a checkup to see if there was any concussion or something like that in the collision.But Oliver took alcohol and cotton to sterilize the poison casually, pasted a piece of gauze on it and it was over.Although the wound was not deep, blood was still oozing out, leaving a blood stain on the gauze.

"I'm fine and he just attacked me and I was able to get him to have some mood swings."

Oliver took off the coat he was wearing over his suit, "Can you lower the temperature in the interrogation room?"

"Aren't you cold?" Lestrade ordered the police officers under him to do it, but he still asked.

"I won't, but he will." Oliver's mouth curved into a very meaningful smile.

The heating in the museum was fully turned on. Leonard was only wearing a suit at the time. There was heating in the police station, but if the temperature was lowered...it was still December in London after all.

Oliver waited outside the interrogation room for a while, until Leonard began to shrink his feet behind the stool and his hands were crumpled, Oliver opened the door and walked in.

"Hello, Dr. Leonard," he pulled out his chair and sat opposite Leonard very relaxedly, with a kind smile on his face.

Leonard glanced at him and looked down, but Oliver could hear him asking in a low voice, "Is the wound on your head okay?" "

Oliver raised his hand and touched the gauze, "It's just a small injury."

"What do you want to ask me? I don't know what to say." Leonard continued.

"It's nothing, you are sitting here mainly because of your overly agitated behavior in the museum before, I don't think you did it on purpose, but now I'm just following the rules. The person you attacked was me, so it's here I was the one talking." Oliver changed his sitting posture with his hands resting loosely on the table, resting his palms on both sides of his cheeks.

"God knows I'm not good at questioning prisoners at all, oh, I don't mean you, you are not a prisoner. I am obviously just a technician, but I have to do this according to the rules, you just treat us as if we are just chatting, anyway , talk enough time and everything will be over." Oliver's words were soft and helpless, really like a harmless technical newcomer sitting in the office.

"Then can you turn up the temperature of the air conditioner first, it's too cold here."

Oliver raised his eyebrows, "Would you like a cup of tea if you want?"

"Thank you."

Oliver got up and walked out of the interrogation room, but did not pull back his chair.

"Is there any black tea in the tea room at Scotland Yard? The bitter kind, brewed in warm water." Oliver asked Lestrade.

"Yes, there seem to be a few packs of expired black tea, do you want to try that?"

Oliver looked at Lestrade dumbfounded, "Mr. Detective, I think prisoners in Britain also have human rights."

"Okay." Lestrde touched his nose, and quickly had the black tea brought over.

When Oliver walked into the interrogation room again, he walked around to the side of Leonard's seat, put the black tea in his right hand, and then walked back to his seat.

Leonard rubbed his arms, "Is the temperature really turned up? I still feel cold."

Oliver showed appropriate doubts, "The temperature has been raised, I think this temperature is very suitable, no matter how high it is, it is not good for the body. If it is still cold, drink a sip of hot tea, it will make you feel better."

Lestrade nodded reluctantly and took a sip of the tea, the bitterness of which came into play.He gritted his teeth and almost wrinkled his nose.But he looked up at the blond young detective in front of him.Those sincere eyes made him swallow all the words starting with f again.