[Zhongyingmei] That snake

The living room of 221b is neither small nor large. If it is for Sherlock, John and the alone informant, there is enough space for conversation, but if you want to install all the BAUs, the space will become crowded.

Sherlock made a beeline for his exclusive sofa, lifted the hem of his coat and sat down.

The BAU team members that John greeted came in, and another sofa and chair were left for the two ladies present, Prentiss and Kate.

John has always been a British gentleman, caring and caring, otherwise he wouldn't have so many girlfriends—even if Mr. Detective and his case messed up most of John's love relationships.

John himself was sitting on the armrest of Sherlock's sofa, wearing a gray pullover, holding a steaming cup of coffee, very homely.

The rest stood casually, while Reid curiously walked into Sherlock's kitchen full of experimental instruments, wanting to seriously study these unusual experimental instruments belonging to the great detective.

Seriously, doesn't Mrs. Hudson accidentally pour formalin into the pot sometimes?

Oliver walked around the living room, and his palms ran along the edge of the cabinet on the wall. He was using his ability to sense the air in the living room. There were never many clients who brought cases to Sherlock in 221b, especially After John started to update the blog, the smell they left made the room look a little messy in Oliver's mind.

He had to stop walking and at the same time, stop the movements of his hands, concentrate on distinguishing these breaths, and outline the whole picture of the room in his mind.

"Are you interested in this skull?" Sherlock said coldly, "I think you've seen quite a few..."

Oliver stopped next to a solid wood cabinet, which was half the height of a person, and a lace mirror was installed on the wall above it. The glass mirror captured the mood of the whole room, and also reflected the human skull placed on the cabinet.

You can see the teeth neatly embedded in the skull, and many times Oliver will mistakenly see the gap between the upper and lower jaws as an exaggerated smile.

He was focused on distinguishing breath just now, and his eyes were a little distracted when he stared at something casually. Now he pulled out of his thoughts and found the skull where his eyes were.

He turned his head and gave Sherlock a thoughtful look, and John pinched his sleeve and said, "A small gift from his past client."

"Small gift?" Oliver raised his eyebrows and smiled, and then John watched him pick up the pale skull and throw it directly to the ground without knowing why.

The brittle calcium carbonate that has lost its moisture cannot even withstand the heavy blow of the carpet, and it will fall apart under one blow.

Hotch took a step forward, but stopped immediately, Oliver had no reason to do it for no reason.

Even though Sherlock had been sharp since meeting and most people wanted to beat him up, Oliver seemed to be used to it and never complained about his tone.

Hotch didn't know how to describe Oliver's attitude towards Sherlock, it was a bit strange.

It's like, the same with Lily, maybe even deeper.After all, Lily is 16 this year, but Sherlock seems to be only five years old in Oliver's eyes, but a slightly smarter five-year-old.

While Hotch was thinking, Oliver cleared a slightly larger piece from the debris on the ground, broke it into two layers again, and took out a thin black electronic part from the interlayer of the bone.

Oliver squinted to see the engraving on the electronic part, and then handed it to Sherlock, who had been paying full attention from the moment he read the characters.

Sherlock thought he had already removed the bug in 221b, but reality gave him a hard blow.

"It's that fat man again." His snort came from his nostrils.

"Who is the fat man talking about?" Prentiss asked curiously in Kate's ear.

"It should be Mr. Mycroft Holmes." Kate said stiffly, she never thought that the handsome but ruthless politician would be called by such a name, "a high-ranking government employee."

"Agent Williams." Sherlock was suddenly very polite. "May I ask if there are any other monitors here?"

Oliver glanced around with blue-green eyes, and said affirmatively, "Yes."

"Can you help me find them all, please?" Sherlock smiled.

Oliver spread his hands, "If this is your brother's kindness, I think it would be good for them to stay here." Then, he ran into the kitchen to get a broom to clean up the debris on the floor.

Mrs. Hudson who came down from upstairs saw this, took the broom from Oliver's hand, and looked up at the handsome blond boy kindly and kindly, "Young man, don't worry, Sherlock is always like this, not a good person like you. I'll clean it up."

Oliver put away the playful expression he had just faced with Sherlock, and showed a gentle and charming smile, "Thank you, Mrs. Hudson."

The smile on Sherlock's face quickly faded as early as the moment he was rejected, Oliver walked over and patted him on the shoulder condescendingly, "Okay boy, don't lose your temper, let's get down to business."

Hotch felt that his intuition was not wrong, even, is Sherlock really five years old in Oliver's eyes?

John was stunned for a few seconds when he heard the name "boy", and then began the difficult and joyful process of holding back his laughter, even the coffee in his hand rippled.

God, not even Mycroft and Mrs. Hudson called Sherlock that.It's a fitting title, though, John thought.

"You are beyond my expectation, Agent Williams," Oliver heard the hint of gnashing of teeth in Shrlock's words, "very few goldfish can be targeted once by a sniper's infrared beam like you, and then return Can be joking without rushing. Maybe I should change your classification for you. There is a special kind of goldfish called koi in eastern countries. They always rush to things thrown into the water recklessly. into the stomach."

"Well, I need to remind you." Oliver raised his eyebrows. "In eastern countries, koi are regarded as mascots that can bring good luck. Unfortunately, this is definitely not me."

"Those snipers, or the group behind them, targeted me and Moriaty."

A gleam flashed in Sherlock's eyes, and asking for the criminal's name piqued his interest, "I remember you chatting with Moriaty that morning, did you make an alliance with him so quickly? He wrote to you A note with a phone number?"

"I'm not interested in being his ally," Oliver said, "As for the note...'I don't want those little bugs to interrupt my game with Sherlock.' Those are his exact words, he's only interested in you, boy. "

Sherlock put his fingers together in a tower shape against his chin, "But his enemy thinks you're allies, oh, I get it. He already sees you as a pawn on his own chessboard, and he's sweet I have planned the marching route for the chess pieces."

"I don't really like the metaphor, but ... it's probably true. 'I've got everything set up, you just have to get going,' he said."

"And…" Oliver looked at Hotch. "He knows me."

"What are you trying to say?" Hotch frowned.

"I mean, the network system in the bureau should be upgraded." Oliver said meaningfully, "FBI, CIA, and maybe the Homeland Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Agency."

What happened in Koria Town was handled by Furry, but after all, SHIELD was infiltrated by Hydra and became a sieve, and someone always sent back news.

If Hydra is after him, Oliver is not incomprehensible, and even a little curious that Hydra started to target him with Moriaty's intervention.

"You think it's...Hydra?" Hotch struggled to recall the term from conversations at the time. "I thought they were operating in the US."

"They started their business in Europe. After all, the European continent is their base camp, a base camp with a long history."

"Hydra appears in the myths and legends of various countries, such as Greek mythology, Persia, the Bible, African legends, and even China, but if the word 'Hydra' refers to the image of the Hydra in Greek mythology," it was quiet for a long time Reid suddenly said, "It is said that if one of its heads is cut off, two new ones will grow. Its real prototype is generally considered to be a leech, a kind of annelid that can regenerate into two new individuals even if it is severed. .”

"The bug that Moriaty was talking about," Sherlock said. "You already knew about this organization, Williams and Agent Hotchner, and it wasn't through Moriaty. And Greg's museum theft was also related to them."

"Moriaty has cooperated with organ trafficking organizations, but it seems that the talks have broken down, and each has found helpers to resolve the dispute."

"Then are you ready to be this chess piece that charges into battle?"

"I hate this feeling of standing on the chessboard." Oliver pouted, "I haven't had much contact with them, and I don't have an address."

"Are they trying to kill you, or..." Kate asked.

"I think I have a little research value for them."

"Then let them catch you."

Oliver's hand stopped, and Kate's strange slant of the sword made him cast a surprised look, not only him, but also other people in the room.

"Uh...what's the problem?" Kate glanced around in embarrassment.

"This is definitely not in line with the bureau's regulations." Hotch said solemnly.

"But we're in the UK," Kate responded quickly, "the bureau can't handle it, and there are Greg and Mr. Mycroft who can handle the follow-up matters."

"Ok," Hotch pinched the bridge of his nose, surrendering to the sharp woman, "Oliver, what's your opinion?"

"It's not a bad idea, but what should I do, stand on the street and wait for them?" Oliver looked up at the sky.

"Oh my God," Sherlock held his forehead, "John, what would you think if you had a rival doing that."

"I would think it was a trap."

"Listen, that group of goldfish named Hydra will think so too."

"What do you want to do?" Kate asked.

"Give them a hint, put on a show, break with us, then just find some place where no one is around and make an accident, pass out and wait for them to take you away. Maybe this will save you from being killed as soon as you reach their base." Send it to the dissecting table."

"Oh, and," Sherlock's eyes lit up eagerly, "How about shooting me, aiming at the heart, I just need some experimental data."

Oliver's expression was indescribable, "...my marksmanship is very accurate."

"I know, but your mutant ability is also very accurate, remember to save me."