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

Drunk drunks have no logic, Henry babbled on the side, thinking that Henry was too annoying, Carol threw Henry into the guest room, locked the door, and then picked a fast-paced song, he was the lead singer of the band When he was young, he still sang this song, but because the memory is too long, he vaguely remembers it.

Amplifying his voice, he sat on the sofa staring blankly at the floor, thinking seriously about life.For example, is the world of reincarnation really a dream, but the dream is so real that he himself fell into it and fell into some delusions?

What human beings fear is never the truth, but the unknowable illusion.

Thinking about it like this, I wrapped myself in, tried to think, my brain eroded by alcohol was not very flexible, and gradually fell asleep in a daze.

Henry, who was thrown into the guest room, couldn't beat him, so he had to cowardly stay in the guest room, drunk and fell asleep.

The next morning, Carol, who was awakened by the sound of music, jumped up from under the sofa, slowly put down the dagger in his hand, turned off the projector, patted himself on the forehead, and silently looked at the wine on the floor. bottle.

It's hard to imagine when he would be so indulgent and even let himself drink a piece of wine. My God, he didn't do anything to Henry, did he?Didn't you cut the little friend up?It's over, where is the nearest river here?He is going to get friends.

"Henry?" he called. "Dr. Henry Morgan?" He tried.

Henry was woken up by the call and struggled to get up from the bed. Even if he was immortal, he would still suffer from hangover headaches. He broke the doorknob and said hoarsely, "Why did you lock the door? "

Carol: "..."

After searching for the keys for a long time, he dug out the key chain from under countless wine bottles.

"God, don't you have a headache?" Henry, who smelled of alcohol, came out of the room, his clothes were wrinkled, and the scarf that looked like a lot of money was wrapped around his neck. "Is there any sober medicine?"

Carol was expressionless: "It doesn't hurt, I'm not drunk, aren't you afraid of being suffocated by the scarf?"

Henry looked at Carol with that 'you blow it, you keep blowing it' expression, found some glucose, opened it, and drank one.

"No. Glucose can soothe the hangover, it's okay, I'll be resurrected."

Carol: "..."

"I'm not drunk." He didn't admit that he was drunk, but he was the little prince(?) of a nightclub, how could he be drunk?

Henry rolled his eyes. He was indeed a nobleman. Even if he rolled his eyes, he rolled them gracefully.

The two were silent for a while, looked at each other and smiled, the smiles in their eyes were like bright stars.

"Heh." Carol chuckled, "Thinking about it?"

"Think about it." Henry was annoyed, but then he straightened his expression, "Thank you, Carol."

"It's okay." Carol shook her head, and threw him a carton of milk, "Breakfast."

"If you are really fired by the FBI, come to New York together and be my forensic assistant?" Henry sincerely suggested, then opened the milk and took a sip, "Lucas thinks you are simply too powerful."

Carol thought for a while, and found that very inconspicuous forensic assistant from his memory, and fell silent.

"...No, he's still amazing."

……

It’s been three days since Hodge and the others finished the case. This time the case was a crime committed by an ogre. They released the victim’s body and conveyed his cannibalism to the police. Hodge and the others abolished a large It took a lot of strength to catch him, and it involved the priest's belief... Anyway, it was very troublesome and exhausting.

Back at BAU Hodges, I received a mental health analysis form from Ms. Corinna Fox about Carol.

Everyone else went home. Hai Li had a quarrel with him and took the child back to her mother's house. He was alone and didn't want to go back to the empty house, so he planned to finish the report before going back.

Only in the dead of night did Hodge feel that he was the real self, caring about his wife, worrying about his son, and feeling guilty about what he hadn't done well, but at the same time he knew clearly that all of this was his responsibility and his own choice, there is no way to regret it.

With a faint sigh, he opened the kraft paper outside the file and looked at it against the light.

The more he looked, the deeper his frown became.

Without him, this psychological analysis form is really terrible.

Carol was traumatized, they all knew it, but no one thought it was that serious.

Claustrophobia, mild PTSD, lack of trust, strong desire to control... and all kinds of small psychological problems.

Hodge has a headache.

Claustrophobia, Carol was locked in the box for so long, it is normal to have this psychological problem, but why is there a lack of trust?

If Carroll were to be reinstated, he would definitely not be able to convince the politicians at the hearing with this psychological analysis form.

"You haven't left yet?" At the door, Strauss knocked on Hodge's door.

"Sir, what do you want?" Hodge looked up and put the form in his hand on the table, "Leave immediately."

"The director feels that Agent Chris should not return to the BAU. He may be transferred to the anti-terrorist team. There is also a better job there, and his talents will be better displayed there."

"It depends on what he wants. On the BAU side, he was suspended for review, not fired. He has the right to choose whether he stays or stays." People go or stay.

"Okay then, but this is indeed a better choice."

"Thank you, sir." Hodge nodded, stood up, watched Strauss leave, then sat down and seriously considered this choice.

It makes sense.

Carol, who had no idea that he was almost arranged, never expected that Morgan would come to his house. It was Derek Morgan, not Henry Morgan.Henry, he went back to investigate the case with his beautiful partner yesterday...

Carol is a bit sour, not the beautiful partner of a sour family. After all, he has been single for so many years, and he is sour. Henry has a case to investigate, and she is really too busy to panic recently.Can't wait to get things done sooner.

"Morgan? Why are you here?"

"Come and see you." Morgan looked handsome on the bike, the black motorcycle model was smooth and cool, supported by Morgan's long legs, stopped in front of Carol's door, and took off his helmet, " Won't you invite me in to sit down?"

……

"You said... that psychiatrist is hostile to you?" Morgan was sitting on the sofa, holding the milk Carol handed him in his hand, and Henry (?) had finished drinking the wine at home. There was no way, only It looks like milk can only be taken out to entertain guests.

"I'm sure, she seems to want to see my reaction to those things, and has been using words to force me to say some unethical options." Carol pouted.

"Could it be some misunderstanding, the FBI's psychological counselor won't deliberately target you? Or, what's wrong with her?"

Carol thought for a while: "No, I don't know her... Forget it, anyway, there are still two or three psychological consultations, there is no major problem, and, in terms of psychological profiling, the entire FBI has more professional staff than you. ?"

Morgan, Morgan thinks that what Carol said is right. BAU is indeed quite professional. They wrote the questions of the psychological tests. However, for their team members, they still have to ensure objectivity and fairness. To put it bluntly, they want to avoid suspicion.

Therefore, Carol's psychological counseling will be in charge of others.

"Then you have to be careful, and call me immediately if something is wrong." Morgan said, "Or, you can find a psychiatrist."

"OK, it won't be a problem...Come on, I have PTSD with the therapist..." Carol joked, wouldn't he be more annoyed by a weirder one? "I don't know how long it will take for me to resume my job. I'm going to die of idleness."

"You wait patiently, why not take advantage of this time and have fun?" Invincible Agent Morgan, who wanted to take a vacation, comforted, "Take it as a vacation."

Carol is noncommittal, he has adapted to the exciting life of dancing on the tip of the knife, and let him return to peace, he is not very adapted.

"Is there any movement from the person who followed you recently?" Morgan glanced at Carol, and asked a little worriedly, "Did you send you anything?"

Carol thought for a while: "No, and I haven't called yet, so I should have retreated in spite of the difficulties."

"Don't let your guard down, he may have changed his target, but he may also be thinking of doing something to get your attention." The profiler felt that the matter was not that simple, "Do you have a gun at home?"

Although they are not allowed to bring the guns in the bureau, they did not say that they are not allowed to have their own guns.

"Yes, but I trust daggers more." Leng Ren gave him a sense of security that was unmatched by all guns.

Morgan instantly thought of the trembling feeling of being held across his neck by that dagger.

After leaving Carol's house, Morgan called Hodge and told Carol's suspicions.

"What do you think?" he asked Hodge.

As soon as Hodge sent Strauss away, he received a call from Morgan. He held the form in his hand, and he was not sure.

"I don't know, but what he said is also possible." Hodge planned to ask Garcia to check on Ms. Corinna tomorrow.

The next day, Monday, was Carol's battle with the psychiatrist again. Today, he wore a silver-gray suit and a burgundy tie. He looked like a noble and rich young man.

"Hi? Carol? Come for psychological counseling?" JJ came in from the door, planning to go upstairs to work, and saw this group member who looked like a peacock on the first floor at a glance.

"Yes, good morning JJ."

"You... I thought you were going to Patty."

Carol smiled slightly. This time, he was going to test the psychiatrist to see what kind of medicine she was selling in her gourd.

Corinna Fox hadn't come yet, and he came a little early, so he sat on the chair at the door and waited.

The author has something to say:

If you like it, click the column to see it