[Comprehensive British and American] Become the best feasible plan in the audience

"It's me, Carol."

The voice processed by the voice changer sounds low and mechanical, and the tone is inaudible.

Carol frowned, glanced at the team members, and asked lightly, "What's the matter?"

"They appeared again." The man said.

Carol felt that it was too brain-intensive to talk to such a cryptic person. If this person stood in front of him, he must 'teach' him how to speak clearly.

However, he couldn't figure out what this person was trying to do. You said you wanted to make trouble, that's fine, come to battle, you hide and don't let people find you, this... you have a brain?

"I see, is there anything else?" he asked.He doesn't want to know who 'they' are at all, what does it matter to him whether they appear or not?

There was silence over there: "You will come to me." After saying this, he hung up the phone silently.

Carol: "...crazy...?"

Putting the phone back into his pocket and looking up, he saw everyone looking at him curiously.

"What's going on?" Hodge asked, feeling Carol's slightly angry mood change and the moment of defensiveness when he picked up the phone.

Carol finally understood Henry's feeling of being harassed by all kinds of phone calls. This feeling of being watched by people in every move is really fucking. With the concerned eyes of the team members, Carol smiled a little fake: "It's okay, sell the advertisement."

Hodge looked at him for a while, then looked away silently, without saying anything.However, Morgan patted him on the shoulder: "kid, as I said, you can come to me if you have anything you want to talk about."

Carol nodded: "I will, don't worry."

For a moment...he wanted to tell everyone about this matter, but he is used to solving all the troubles by himself, and he shouldn't let this kind of trouble trouble others...Although he has basic trust in the team members, Still, he wasn't about to ask for help.

He never asks for help, he only saves himself.

"Maybe you can ask Garcia to install a blocking applet in your mobile phone, which can effectively avoid some strange advertising calls." JJ suggested.

Carol nodded, heaving a sigh of relief.

"The Las Vegas branch sent over the suspect's information, do you want to see it?" Hodge glanced at the phone and raised his eyebrows.

This is one of the few cases in which they don't know the identity of the suspect. In normal cases, they have cleaned up the murderer's background information and located the suspect based on the profile... Thanks to a certain 'women's clothes' boss.

"...To write a report when I go back, I must study it." Carol received the electronic document sent by Garcia.

Hodge, the main force who wrote the report: "..."

Here we go again, the feeling of 'this team member can't be taken anymore'.

……

Finally arrived home, Carol checked the remote monitoring equipment at the door, and when there was no problem, he opened the door, then pushed the small shoe cabinet with flower pots in the corridor to the door with his backhand, held it against the door, and put it on the window. There is an alarm that will go off continuously if the windows are opened.

The sharp sound was enough to wake up the neighbors not far away, not to mention Carol who was still alert while sleeping.

To be honest, he felt that the door of his house was a bit too weak, especially when he went out with Morgan to perform missions. Morgan was in charge of kicking the door of the FBI, and his behavior of kicking the door one by one made him wonder if the door was paper. It sounds so easy... Every time he thinks of the door of his house, in case someone kicks it open one day, and then shoots at him several times...

What are you thinking!After tidying up the unreliable thoughts in my mind, I simply changed my clothes and took a shower.

Sitting on the sofa, he was a little hungry. He took out the milk he bought before going out, opened it and drank half a bottle.

Suddenly he felt that he had nothing to do, and he felt a little idle, so he opened the safe, took out the video tape, played it, then lit a cigarette, took out the book recommended by Reid before, in a relatively noisy environment Next, start reading word by word.

He doesn't want to sleep recently, he doesn't want to relive the powerlessness of being repeatedly dominated by death, he is not afraid of death, he is afraid of losing control, especially... control of life.

As long as he doesn't take the initiative to sleep, he can't fall asleep.

Of course, he had to find a way to cover his dark circles, so as not to let the bosses think that he had a mental problem.

Although his mind is really not very normal.

The next day, he went to the BAU and received a bunch of reports... so much so that he felt that Papa Hodge was targeting him...

Under Hodge's father's death gaze, he held the report a little timidly and went to his desk.

By the way, in the reference room, I did some research on the cases handled by BAU before he joined.

After Rhett came back from Las Vegas, he and Uncle Rossi were sent to be consultants. Oh, they were invited by the New York Police Department. Hearing the news, Carol reluctantly called Henry and asked him to ask for help. Don't be stripped of your vest, and don't be too pretentious, beware of being spotted by the bosses...

God, fortunately, he fabricated a relatively perfect background for Henry, so that he would not fall so quickly... Otherwise, Garcia would know that this guy is definitely tricky after checking...

Henry has no idea about the FBI sending someone here. He thinks that his disguise skills should be better than Carroll's. Carol can pretend to be in the FBI headquarters and the profiler headquarters for so long without being found out. He can certainly do it. (…)

Brother, he is the profiler himself, and was approved by the team leader's father.

new York.

Dr. Reid and Detective Rossi got out of the car and went to the NYPD medical examiner's room.

"Do you really think that forensic doctor is okay?" Rhett whispered to Rossi, "I think he is suspicious."

"uh-huh."

"Where is there a student who graduated from Oxford University to be a gravedigger? This job...emmm, although he changed his career in the end..."

"Mysterious..." Rossi was noncommittal, "There is one in our group who is just as mysterious."

"Agent Rossi? Dr. Reid? I'm Joe Martinez." The female police officer shook hands with the FBI who was invited by the boss, "Henry Morgan, our forensic doctor, has recently been targeted by a perverted stalker , This serial murder was committed by the murderer who stole Henry's knife, we would like your help to find him."

Rossi was noncommittal: "You trust him."

"Who? Henry? Of course, we are the best partners." Joe nodded, "However, I thought you would send Agent Chris over."

Rhett and Rossi looked at each other, and both saw the doubt in each other's eyes.

"Agent Chris and Henry are friends." Joe pushed open the door of the forensic room, "Henry, FBI agents are here."

Henry raised his head from the corpse and glanced at Rossi and Reid: "Lucas... this was found in the brain of the corpse, go for a drug test as soon as possible."

"Wow, that's the FBI!" Lucas glanced at Henry and made a shooting motion, "FBI!"

FBI: "..."

"Yeah, that's the FBI, drug testing."

"OK."

"Hi, I'm Henry Morgan." Henry walked over, took off the rubber gloves on his hands, took off his white coat, and put on his own scarf. From top to bottom, there was a temperament belonging to the British aristocracy that the Italian delicate uncle picked. raised eyebrows.

Rhett: "..." He swears, he sees a spark between the two of them.

……

In the office, Henry sat across from Rossi, Rhett sat next to him, and Joe stood by the window, looking at Henry with folded arms.

"You said someone called you? Didn't he say anything?" Henry thought for a while and shook his head.

"I don't have any information, but he knows my name and where I work." Henry said half-truthfully, he knew these people were very powerful, just like he usually observes others, and few of them can hide it from him secret.

Rhett nodded: "You and Chris are friends, does he know about this? You are being followed by a stalker."

Henry: "..." It feels like sending a proposition.He wasn't sure if the words were really asking him, or just testing whether he was lying.

He called Carol before, and felt that Carol seemed to have told the FBI agents, but this reaction...not quite like it.

Carol, who had completely forgotten about the request, was in the reference room while reading the materials and helping JJ sort out the materials, when he was suddenly cueed and sneezed loudly.

When Carol came back from New York, he encountered a shooting and forgot about it after it was over.

"...I know." He said with some difficulty, "The last time I came to New York was for this."

Rhett glanced at Rossi, and continued: "That knife...you locked it in a drawer in the medical examiner's office?"

"Yes."

"Then did you have any new clues last time?" Rossi asked.

Henry nodded: "We found the mobile phone, but there was no information in it. He has been near the crime scene."

Next to her, Joe's phone rang suddenly. She glanced at her partner and answered the phone.

What was said on the phone, Joe nodded and said, "We'll be right there."

"There's another homicide."

"Go to the scene together?" Henry stood up and nodded to Joe.

Since Rossi and Reid are consultants invited by the New York Police Department to assist, they naturally also went to the scene together.

"He's lying," Rhett said to Rossi, "but why lie?"

"It's possible that he knows who that person is, but he doesn't want us to intervene." Rossi looked through the car window and looked at the forensic doctor in another car.

"Chris... never mentioned it."

"It's okay, we can go back and ask him, although we are team members, this is his private life, isn't it?"

"I know, but this kind of thing is too dangerous... We are a family." Reid was a little worried, and decided to go back and have a good chat with Carol.

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