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

BAU.

Although everyone was doing their own things, they still looked worriedly at the office on the second floor.That's Erin Strauss' office.

Carol has been in for two hours, and there is no sign of coming out. The shutters are drawn, and they have no way to analyze the situation inside.

"They've been inside for two hours!" Garcia came out of his office for the fourth time, observing the situation in the name of getting coffee, so much so that the coffee was spilled on the corner of his clothes.

"Yes... Where's Hodge?" Rhett glanced at Morgan, "He's never late."

"I don't know, I haven't seen him this morning." Morgan leaned against the desk, looking at the office, "Strauss won't do anything to him, will he?"

Rossi shook her head and said nothing.He knew that Strauss was a man who wanted to be strong and competitive. Carol made a mistake this time, and it was likely to embarrass her in front of her political opponents, so...

"Hope there's nothing wrong with it." Jiaxi was depressed, "I hate nothing."

"Come out." Pantis grumbled at Garcia.

Garcia was stunned for a moment, then turned around, and saw Carol push open the door and come out, looking listless from a distance.

At the back, the [-]-meter female supervisor pushed open the door, crossed her arms and glanced at the few people working downstairs who were fishing for fish, and left without saying a word. She probably wanted to discuss this issue with her boss.

Carol went downstairs and looked at everyone: "Where's Hodge?"

"He hasn't come since morning, are you all right?"

"It's okay." Carroll paused, "It's not as bad as I imagined."

"That's good." Morgan took a deep look at Carol, "You now?"

"Ah, I'm going home... I haven't resumed my job yet." He nodded to everyone, scratching his head in embarrassment, "Are you busy first?" He said, took his backpack, and walked to the door.

At this time, Hodge opened the door and came in from the outside: "We have a case, get ready and leave in half an hour."

"You wait." He looked at Carol, "The psychiatrist who made an appointment for you, Dr. Corinna Fox, is already waiting for you downstairs, and I will go to find her later." Hodge handed him a business card.

Hodge was late this morning because he made an appointment with an FBI counselor. FBI agents are actually a high-risk occupation, and it is normal to have psychological problems.Therefore, it is still difficult to make an appointment for an FBI counselor.

Carol took it over: "Sir, I, I have something to do..." Why didn't he leave earlier?I can't go now.

"We must go." Sir said, it is impossible not to go.No matter what you have to do, you must go.

"Okay." Carol agreed. Since he couldn't run away, he might as well face the difficulties.He has always been like this, living in his own little shell, running away first when encountering difficulties, and really can't escape, instead he has to rise up, solve the matter instantly, and then hide back in his little shell again.

Hodge glanced at him, said nothing, and went with everyone to the office where their round table was placed. They still had cases to deal with.

Carol put the business card in his pocket and sighed.Ah, he also wants to go to the case together, he doesn't want to see a psychiatrist!

Having been hypnotized by a psychiatrist, he felt that the psychiatrist was his life and death enemy.

The psychiatrist can always tighten his sensitive nerves, like the sword of Dachmoth hanging over his head, which will reveal the darkness and embarrassment in his heart at some point, with a big thorn Placed under the blue sky.

After hiding it for a long time, he thought that the past did not exist, but he also knew clearly that there is no wall that is not leaky, some secrets, no matter how deep they are hidden, they will eventually be known.

Even if it is not known by others, it is still a shackle in his heart.

Pushing open the door and going out, there was a very strong-looking lady standing at the elevator door. She wore bright red high heels, a wrap-around skirt, and a small dress. Her smart attire made her look extremely neat. She saw Carol's In an instant, he narrowed his eyes, walked over, and stretched out his hand: "Carol Chris? I'm your psychiatrist Corinna Fox."

After shaking hands with Corinna, Carol let himself relax, making sure that the doctor in front of him could not see his resistance.This is Hodge's kindness, and he can't let Hodge's heart be wasted.

"Hello, doctor, what are you going to talk to me about?" he asked.

"You'll know when the time comes..." The doctor smiled lightly, turned around and walked to the elevator, "Go down?"

As soon as the voice fell, the elevator door opened.

"Please." Carol held out his hand and let the lady go first.

After entering, the cramped space in the elevator made him a little uncomfortable. He always resisted this kind of confined space. Before that, he used to climb the stairs in most cases, and took the elevator in a few cases, such as when he was on a mission with everyone. ...

Corinne was watching him.

Carol felt vague gazes from the side, kept his face and pretended to be completely ignorant, this doctor is really, he can run away, and came to block people at the door.

……

Another corpse case happened. Hodge and the others were going to Florida. After analyzing the case, Hodge paused and stood up.

"Carol's matter is his fault. The bureau's plan has been stated last time. Don't worry, everyone. If he passes the review, he will come back."

"I know everyone is worried about him, but he is now receiving psychological counseling from Dr. Corinne Fox. I hope he can recover as soon as possible."

"Okay, the plane is ready, see you on the plane in 10 minutes."

Everyone nodded and started packing their things.

"By the way, Garcia, he's receiving psychological counseling on the first floor. Look at him." Hodge said, he was worried that Carol, like Al, made an appointment with a doctor and ran away. After all, he was so resistant A psychiatrist, but he also knows that it is impossible not to see a doctor, and people's self-regulation level is limited.

Garcia, who was named, looked up at Hodge, and said blankly: "Me?"

"It's you, we are going out." Pantis patted Garcia's shoulder, "Come on."

"I..." Garcia, who had never been in charge of anyone before, felt inexplicably guilty towards Carol, "I can't do it!" He felt that when the group members said something, she would just say yes, or nod in agreement.

"Babygirl, you can." Morgan smiled, "Just watch him, and if he doesn't listen, call 'dad'."

Dad Hotchner: "..."

"Okay then." Garcia nodded, "Just look at him."

Carol had no idea that Hodge had someone to monitor him!He sat opposite the female doctor, seemingly absent-minded, but in fact the alarm in his heart was at the highest level.

"What to drink?" Taking a goblet, the doctor picked from his own collection and asked Carol for his opinion.

"Boiled water." If there is something in the boiled water, he can drink it. He doesn't trust the doctor in front of him, so he can't be too defensive.

"OK, plain water." The doctor thought for a while, took a glass, and poured Carol a glass of cold boiled water.

Carol took the water glass and placed it on the small table in front of him.

"Don't be nervous, Agent Hotchner said you performed very well, I also read your resume." She sat down, the perfect curve under the hip skirt was blocked by the sofa, "For new agents, After bombings and looting, it doesn't feel good to kill yourself."

Carol said calmly: "Yeah, I also had nightmares for several nights." This is completely true, he did have nightmares for several nights, but unfortunately the reason is not this.It was many years ago that he had nightmares about killing people.

"Oh? What is the content of the nightmare? Can you tell me about it?" The doctor knocked on the armrest of the sofa and stared at Carol.

"It's nothing, the crime scene, you understand." Thanks to Rhett, Carol had just finished reading the FBI's analysis of small movements during the interrogation some time ago.He spread his hands to show his frankness.

"Yeah, how do you feel?" The doctor nodded, "You can tell me."

"I was a little scared, but I saved the victim." Carol looked at the doctor's delicate makeup, and his voice was flat. He didn't have any fear.

A gleam flashed in Corinna's eyes, as if she was considering whether Carol's words were his heartfelt words.

"Don't you regret it? In your case, a hostage died." She was referring to the robbery case where the suspect had his throat cut by Carol.

"Of course, but there are still more than [-] people who were saved..." Carol blinked, and a little doubt appeared in her heart——

He felt that the doctor seemed to be guiding him...to relive those traumas?She is hostile to herself?Why?He had never seen her before!The two have no mutual interest!

So—is this the unique healing method of psychiatrists?Sure enough, psychiatrists are such annoying existences! ! !

Carol felt that the alarm in his heart was about to go off, and he reflexively speculated what kind of reaction Corinna wanted him to do.

"Did you regret it because of this? Because you chose the majority?" Corinna stared closely at Carol's eyes, trying to see something from inside.

"No, there was no choice at that time." Carol said, "There is only one choice. Whether you do it or not, it is a result."

Everything in the world is sometimes a helpless choice, and these choices are actually fate, just like he chose to cut his wrist, so he saw a different scenery and had a different life. Now that I think about it, Only full of regret.

"I just did what I had to do. At that time, no one asked the detectives trapped inside to do anything, did they?" Carol looked at the psychiatrist who was inexplicably malicious towards him, his eyes His expression was light.

"That's right." Corinna's expression remained unchanged, "I'll stop here today, and I will give Agent Hotchner your psychological evaluation."

Carol remained silent. Whether this lady is hostile to him or not can be known by looking at the psychological evaluation form, but... Carol has a headache, why does he feel that he has provoked strange people all over the place? .

For example, that stalker, or the psychiatrist who looked at him strangely in front of him—she and that person don't know each other, do they?Unable to figure it out, he stood up, arrived at Xie, and left.

Outside the door of the counseling room, Garcia was sitting at the door with his computer in his arms, vowing to keep an eye on Carol.

Thinking that it was she who stripped Carol's vest, which caused him to go to counseling and was suspended, Garcia felt extremely guilty. Although she knew it was Carol's fault, she had that personality and didn't want to hurt him. Others, even the slightest.

Carol pushed open the door and saw Garcia, who was typing fast on the keyboard, saying something to the screen. He stood for a while, and after Garcia finished speaking, he wondered: "Garcia, what are you doing here?" No Could it be to stare at him?

"Ah?" Garcia saw him and stood up, "It's nothing, you... finished consulting?" She felt that spying on her friends was a bad behavior, so she was a little nervous when she was discovered.

"It's over. Are you waiting for me here? Thank you." He helped Garcia hold the computer, "Go back? The Internet is not good here."

After all, he walked down the stairs first, leaving only Garcia with a small notebook and a ball pen in his hand, watching the coquettish movement of his little friend, and especially wanted to say that the net in the FBI building is the best ,the safest.

Corinna edited a text message after Carol left: "He trusted them."

On the other end of the phone, there was no response, and Corinna didn't care. She threw the phone aside, stood up, poured a glass of wine, and took a sip.Walking to the window, looking at the street scene outside the glass, I don't know what I was thinking.

After a while, she drank the red wine in the glass, and then she took out a form to fill out Carol's psychological evaluation form.

Helping to carry the computer back to Garcia's den, Carol hesitated: "Garcia, can you give me the video tape? My ID has been confiscated..." He has no authority to go to the evidence room now.

As soon as the video tape is mentioned, the air freezes a bit.

"Okay, wait for me." Garcia walked out quickly, the sound of high heels stepping on the ground was extremely crisp.

After a while, she held a cardboard box and handed it to Carol: "I'm really sorry..."

Carol shook his head, took the cardboard box, reached out suddenly, and gave Garcia a hug: "It's okay, it's my fault. I should have told you."

"Okay, let's go to work."

After speaking, he took the box, turned and left.

……

When he got home, Carol never expected that Henry Morgan, a well-known medical examiner for the New York Police Department, was sitting on the steps of his house.

This guy actually ran from New York to Virginia.

"Why didn't you call me?" Carol took the box out of the trunk, shook his head, and threw the key over.

"I don't remember your phone number." Henry's face remained unchanged, and he didn't feel guilty about not remembering his friend's phone number. He took the key and quickly opened the door.

Carol: "..."

Oh, never mind, he changed his number recently.

"Why did you come here? It's Wednesday today? Don't forensic doctors have to go to work?" Carol asked curiously after offering Henry a glass of milk.

"Milk?! No coffee?" Henry was a little disgusted.

"No. There is wine, but - haven't you quit drinking?" Carol rolled his eyes, turned around and found a few bottles of wine in the cabinet, glass bottles, and the instructions were in square characters. The two of them probably knew each other a little bit .

"What kind of wine is this?" Henry refused to drink this unknown ingredient.

"Baijiu... seems to be called Erguotou?" Carol unscrewed the lid, "So...?"

"You know why I didn't die." Henry said, "I was shot by that gun. So I was transformed, or rather, I was cursed. I died again and again and was reborn from the nearby river."

"However, Adam told me that he found a way to kill us." Henry looked at Carol, "It is a complete demise, and there will be no rebirth."

Carol took a sip of wine in silence and didn't speak.He knew this feeling of wanting to be free, and he had it before.But after all, he still can't let go, no matter how tired he is, he still wants to live well.

"Just find the gun that killed me..." Henry glanced at Carol, reached out and opened a bottle of wine, regardless of whether he had quit drinking for 50 years.

"What do you want?" Carol asked, "Follow your heart."

"What about you? If one day, you want to give up your own life?" Henry looked at Carol, and then took a big sip of Erguotou.

Carol thought for a while and shook his head: "I won't give up. I wasn't immortal before. I only exchanged for this infinite recovery skill after I survived many times. Although I am not afraid of death, But I definitely don’t want to die.”

"I'm fine now. I have a house to live in, money to spend, and overtime work..." Carol felt the mellowness of the heartburn, thinking about it this way, life is actually not bad.

"You've been suspended." Henry shook his head. "Now there's no overtime. Are you really not considering changing jobs?"

Carol: "..." Brother, please don't hurt me.

"What kind of job?" He asked, "I can't do forensic medicine. I don't think there is a job that suits me better than the FBI. I don't want to be a mercenary. I can't make much money and I'm exhausted."

"What do you think? I think gravedigger, this job is very suitable for you. Of course, if you want to."

"Brother, I was suspended, not fired, okay?"

After drinking two bottles of wine, the two people's topics gradually started to go off track. Henry was drunk, and he talked a lot of nonsense. He talked about how he met Abigail. That year, the beauty was still young ( No), the two spent most of their lives in a romantic relationship.

Carol, Carol drank more. He drank when he was feeling uncomfortable, and he was more likely to get drunk. When he was drunk, he sat with a cold face, as if he was about to violently chop people in the next second and fight to the death. .

On the floor, the bottles were placed in a mess, and the nice room instantly turned into a large-scale drinking scene.

The author has something to say:

The beauty is still young, the hero is young.This sentence is the lyrics, from Hetutu's "Yongding 40 Years"

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