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

It has snowed a few times in the past few days, the weather is gloomy, and there is no feeling that it will clear up at all. The howling wind blows people's faces with pain like a knife, and the pedestrians who come and go are all wrapped up. The cotton-padded down jacket locks the neck in the warm collar to resist the invasion of wind and snow.

In the past few days, the atmosphere in BAU is the same as the weather outside, gloomy, without the joy and relaxation of the past.

"Is there any news yet?" Since Carol disappeared, the team leader's father, who has not stretched his brows, started to ask every day.

Hodge blamed himself very much. Although he knew that this matter could not be blamed on other people, if people's thoughts were controlled, there would not be so many neuropathy in the world. After all, if they were only a few minutes in the morning, Carol would Maybe it won't disappear, if it's earlier...

However, the most regrettable thing is that "what if..." Life is not a game, you can't read files, and no one has the ability to predict. When things happen, they happen. Regret, regret, and even anger are useless.

Carol's head was smashed in front of them, and then he disappeared without a trace... They didn't even know that he was just missing, not just dying on the spot. .

"No, there is no news." Garcia looked at Hodge, wanting to get some support from him, "He will be fine."

Hodge didn't speak.

He didn't know either.

Hope is a bit slim. They have faced many vicious suspects and know that stalkers have evolved into violent crimes. Unless they stop him, he will not stop by himself.

He became more worried, not only worried about Carol, but also worried about other team members.

JJ has a baby too.

"Is there any news from the CIA?" Morgan pushed open the door of Garcia's office, "There is no news from Interpol."

"I know! I know... Sorry, Derek, I really tried my best, but I just can't find him, there is no news of him anywhere, this person seems to have disappeared suddenly..." Garcia was under great pressure , Carol's disappearance this time made her feel that her computer technology needed greater improvement.

Although it was not his responsibility, she was lying on the bed at night, her eyes were looking at the pink curtains, and the pool of blood on the ground was in her mind, which made her eyes hurt, and she would think unconsciously: If she was more powerful, Did you find him?But reason told her that this is impossible, without the Internet, there is no way.

"OK, OK, take it easy, Garcia, this is not your responsibility." Morgan was keenly aware of Garcia's anxiety and panic, and comforted softly, "I know what you think, but, this is not your responsibility , Listen to me, he must be fine, maybe in two days, he will come back by himself, just like when he stood up from the chair."

Garcia stared fixedly at Morgan, and finally couldn't hold back the tears in his eyes: "I know, but I just couldn't help thinking, if I had located there at that time, would we have been able to get there sooner? ..."

Morgan gently hugged his baby girl, his eyes could not stop being sad.

Hodge is like this, Garcia is like this, and Reid is like this. Although others didn't say it, everyone has worked together for at least five or six years. How could he not know.

The cases of the past few days were still accepted, but they were handled more properly, which should be a good thing logically, but the entire BAU is too depressing, and sooner or later something will happen.

Carol... where the hell are you?

……

London.

When Watson came out of 221B, he saw the amiable landlady bringing a young man to see the house, which was the slightly damp house next door.

"Hi, Mrs. Hudson, who is this?" He glanced at the young man, a little surprised by the white bandages on his head, but he was not the Sherlock guy, so he greeted the landlady , "A new tenant?"

"Oh, yes, Watson, are you going out?" Mrs. Hudson smiled, "Thanks to him this time, otherwise I would have been robbed by the gangsters. It just so happened that he had no place to live, so I I want to rent 221C to him.”

Watson heard that Mrs. Hudson was almost robbed, and looked at her worriedly: "As long as you are fine, this... thank you, I don't know how to call it?"

The young man blinked: "Carol Chris, you can call me Carol." He shook hands with the man in front of him, frowned, ever been a soldier?The spear calluses on his hands are so thick.

He remembered that one second he was handing over tasks in the hall of reincarnation, and the next second he appeared on the streets of this strange city in his pajamas with his head broken, and was treated as if he had come out of a mental hospital... In short, damn, he He gritted his molars hard, and beat the person who assigned the task like a dog when he went back.

Carol's ferocious gaze made Watson puzzled for a moment. He... didn't do anything rude, did he?This man... No, he needs to be watched by Sherlock more, he doesn't look like a good person.

Carol, who had no idea that she was suspected of having sex, was still mad——

For this mission, there is not even a mission prompt!

No money, no identity, not even his pocket knife, the one he used most conveniently, without equipment, let alone other skills, fortunately, his little dolphin is still there.Simply too much!Capitalists are really shameless!He appeared on the street wearing pajamas and bare feet on a snowy day. Rao is in good health, and he still has a little fever.

He brought two clothes from the store and extorted a little money from the street gangsters. He barely survived freezing to death and starving to death.

Fortunately, I met the landlady, an angel in the world, who was willing to rent the house to him cheaply, and even let him postpone the rent payment!

"Where's Sherlock? He didn't go out with you today?" Mrs. Hudson was a little curious, because these two are usually like conjoined twins, why?in argument?

Watson is really good-tempered, that bastard Sherlock can make such a good-tempered Watson angry... Mrs. Hudson shook her head.

"No, I have something to go out today." Without getting to the point where Mrs. Hudson shook her head, Watson said suspiciously, "Hurry up and go in, it's a bit cold outside."

After speaking, he nodded towards Carol, turned and left.

"Let's go up... The house is a bit damp and small, so there is no one to rent it out. If you need it, you can just live here." Mrs. Hudson said to Carroll, "Just to thank you .”

"It doesn't matter, even if it was someone else at the time, I would have shot." Children and the elderly are the only conscience left in him, and it is impossible not to make a shot.

He took some bills out of his pocket and gave Mrs. Hudson a deposit.

"Oh~ live next door to Sherlock Holmes and John Watson, both of them are very good boys, I hope you can get along well..."

"Get along well? Who did you bring back...Let me see..." There was a tall and thin man leaning against the door. There was nothing wrong with what he said, but his tone was a little awkward.

Carol narrowed his eyes, guessing——

He can beat five of such a rookie!

Sherlock felt that the man in front of him was full of secrets. It happened that he was very boring. Watson was out, and there was no case recently...

"What are you thinking? Find out my weaknesses and vital points? Are you a mercenary?"

"When you were walking just now, you didn't like Mrs. Hudson behind you, very vigilant, right in the pocket of her trousers, where the gun used to be? No, no, you have calluses on your hands, but it's obvious The position is wrong, it should be a dagger, right? The clothes on your body obviously don’t fit well, and you bought them randomly from a store on the street, or you didn’t pay for them.”

Carol's eyes flashed fiercely.

"What's none of your business?" This man is so annoying.

"The wound on your head... or you have caught a cold, you have a little fever, because your face is a little redder than other places, and you will lend a helping hand to the old man who was robbed... The little money on your body is also from those Did you get it from the drug dealer? The corners of the cash in the drug dealer's hand are curled up because of the frequent flow..."

Carol: "..."

He thought Mrs. Hudson was looking at him more and more strangely, and...

He rubbed his head, always felt that this kind of operation of starting to take off the vest after a disagreement was a bit familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere, and there were more than one.But... when he thinks about something now, his head feels like it exploded, and the pain is unbearable.

Carol, who was afraid of pain, decided not to think about it, and he would know when it was time for him to know.He has always paid little attention to these details, since it has nothing to do with the task anyway.

So what is the task this time?have no idea.

The Garbage Reincarnation Department will close down sooner or later.He felt a little cold now, maybe he had a fever again.He has not been sick for hundreds of years, and now he feels very uncomfortable.

but--

"Well, you are very powerful, but since you entered this block, there are 28 cameras facing the gate of 221B, you must know it, you are welcome, I have already hacked it for you."

Carol took his right hand out of his trousers pocket, and a small black mobile phone stayed quietly in his hand: "You guessed wrong."

Sherlock, Sherlock doesn't know whether to sympathize with his brother's 28 hacked cameras, or to be annoyed that he guessed wrong about this guy's routine.

"Oh, my God, you have a fever, why didn't I notice!" The landlady handed the key to Carol, and turned around directly, "You go in and sit down first, damn it, it's a bit damp inside... I'll go find Give you some medicine."

When Carol heard the medicine, a young voice echoed in his head for some unknown reason: "Did you know that a cold is mainly caused by the decline of the body's resistance or caused by viral pathogens, the most important thing is upper respiratory tract infection, and fever……"

Who the fuck is this? !

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Sherlock: Barbara

Carol (fierce): shut up, you